But instead of home, she saw a mart in front of her. And before she could ask anything, he had already gotten out of the car.
"Wait here." He ordered this, locked the car and left.
Moomal kept watching him go. But only five minutes had passed when he appeared holding the shopper in his hand. Moomal didn't understand what he needed at this time.
Huzaifa opened the car door and sat on the driver's seat and placed it in her lap.
"What is this?" She asked as she opened the shopper, but as soon as she saw the cone of ice cream, a smile spread on her face. But then she remembered their quarrel a while ago, she said removing her smile.
"I told you, I don't want to eat ice cream. Then why did you buy it?"
"Okay, if you don't want it, I'll throw it away."
"Don't even dare..!!" Moomal warned, she glared at him, her cheeks were flushing.
Huzaifa teased her. "Why ...? You didn't want to eat ice cream. Then what happened now?"
