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Clad in a plain white tee and his camouflage trousers, Kamal sauntered about and around the expanse of his house, his right hand holding unto his phone tightly as he stared at the picture on his screen.
He knew that face but had no inkling as to where he specifically knew it. Was it from either of his friends? Their wives? Social media? It was beginning to irk him.
Kamal pursed his lips before putting the phone away. With a sigh he raised the hem of his tee and took it off, deciding to take a shower.
An hour later, with his car keys in hand and the box of chocolates he stored in his fridge earlier he set out to pay his younger sister, Fatimah, a visit. A person he holds very dear to his heart, the closest blood relative he had alive.
He made sure she was at home before doing so.
With a little smirk he turned his car to ignition and put on his dark sun glasses. The sun was shining very bright today.
