Chapter Forty
AMATULLAH'S POV "D...da...dad" I called my voice small. "Surprised?" dad's bushy eyebrows wiggled with a wide curve of his lips. Behind him, three men stood behind him like bodyguards. Of course they were not bodyguards. They were just there to monitor mom and I. "You....you....." Mom stammers, her voice shaky. "Why?" she breathes out, her feline bold eyes clouded with betrayal. Dad wore a pair of black trousers, T-shirt tucked into the trousers, black combat shoes and black face cap. He looked built and his little pot belly had gone. Muscles appeared in his chest and arm making him look very strong and muscular. That cannot happen over night. Shocked, I turned my head slowly towards mom. Mom had the same expression on her face. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Unhurriedly, he t
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