"I have to go home"
Frightened, she told the respondent. Like an ordinary wife asking her husband for permission to go to Mecca.
"Why?" He was staring at the TV now. Aisel was not able to talk to her.
His mouth was wide open in surprise.
"Settle the house?" As she asked himself with a genius?
"Yeah, what are you going to do there? Who's there now?" Now he was watching with a big smile.
"My father is there," Aisel's voice growled. Her heart was sinking with the thought of someone. Now he laughed. The house resounded with the sound of his laughter.
"Do you think they are still alive?" Aisel was staring at him. He did not want to understand what she was hearing.
Aisel grabbed the doorpost helplessly. If she hadn't stopped, she would have fallen.
"You're lying," she was sure.
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