Chapter 38

Adnan's POV Nigeria The minute my car Alighted in front my mothers mansion. I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, I was happy to be back in Nigeria. I have missed this country so much and I can't wait to see my mother. I walked over to the door and knocked on it, while holding onto my suitcase and the food my father had made the maids prepare for my mum. "Who is it?" The tiny voice of a female bellowed rudely from inside. "It's me, Adnan!" I said. "Adnan from where?" The foolish girl asked. "The son of Khair, the woman of the mansion" I said. The door was immediately opened and I came face to face with a lady who was dressed in a dirty white top and an Ankara wrapped around her waist. The Aroma Of spices hit my nose, she scented like curry powder with a mix of cinnamon. I fought the urge to vomit. She was beautiful though, that I couldn't deny. She looked nothing below her twenties. "Let me help you with your luggage" she tried to touch my bag and I barked at her rud