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Approximately four hours later, Zynah arrived in the city. She pulled over in front of her parent's mansion and honked the horn once. The gatekeeper peeped through the peephole of the gate, before opening up and allowing Zynah in.

Just as she alighted from the car, and was about to walk into the house, her phone began to ring inside her handbag. Indubitably, she knew it was Bilal. He had constantly been calling every thirty minutes or even lesser, to know if she'd arrived. Zynah fumbled around for the phone in her bag and when she finally got a hold of it, the call ended.

She quickly returned the call.

"Where you now? Haven't you arrived yet? It's been four hours," he said, his voice a mix of irritation and concern.

Zynah exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. "I just arrived," she replied, her tone flat. "You can relax now."

"Alhamdulillah," He breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally."

"What?" She sneered.

"It took you forever," he teased. "I'm glad you arrived safely.