*
Clammy and tired, Kabeer stepped into his house with an agitated look in his eyes. Ummayma perked up as she heard him, still clutching the tray she was carrying in her hands. She had just set down his lunch on the table, and she was about to leave the room.
Kabeer flung the door open with a loud crash, stepping into the room with a muffled grunt.
"Welcome back," she bowed her head as he stepped forward, his eyes unfocused as he swept past her.
"Would you like me to bring you something?" she asked.
"No," Kabeer said coldly. "Get out of here and leave me alone."
Quickly, Ummayma dashed out of the room before he found something to complain about. She headed back to the kitchen, where she placed the tray beside the upturned pot which she had used to prepare lunch. Her mistress's l
