Atifa's pov:
There, behind me, a few meters away, standing beside her car stood ammi with her hands turned into fists as she continued to glare at the person standing behind me, making me leave him and take a few steps away from him.
Confusion filled me as I continued to stare at her, not knowing what was I even feeling at that moment. Why was ammi looking so enraged and… provoked? What happened?
Glancing at him, I found him looking just as perplexed as me, if not more. Just as I was about to take another step towards ammi, he held my wrist, stopping me.
"Assalamualaikum ammi." He greeted her, his voice strong and firm, an underlying tone of smugness hidden in it.
"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE HER ALONE! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME?" She bellowed angrily with her face turning red, this tim
