Chapter 12: Suicide Mission

‘‘And when I am ill, it is He who cures me’’

| Al-Quran 26:80

Imran's POV

I rang the doorbell and that was the third time In a row with no respond. I was a nervous wreck, thinking of all the possible bad things that could happened like getting punch on the face. This was a suicide mission. I let out a quite laugh.

I was about to reach for the doorbell the fourth time when the door swing open. I stood froze at my spot observing him. Tall, same brown skin color as Arsala and dark curly hair. Muscularly built with intimidating arms he and Arsala look so much alike.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice echo in my ears.

"Ummm....I want.....no, no." I shake my head, I was already messing this up.

"You........"

"I need to see Arsala. Please, I just want to be sure she is okay." I interrupted him.

"Wait a second, I am supposed to know you?" He asked with a cold look on his face.