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AMAIRA'S POV

I sat down in front of my house singing and enjoying the beautiful atmosphere, waiting for my son to come back home. I am always lonely whenever he is out. I always have to fight myself from wanting to keep him indoors with me, knowing fully well that it's not possible to keep a young chap like him in doors.

I suddenly heard footsteps coming towards me. I kept quiet to be sure of what it was. Whatever it was that was coming stopped and moved and it kept on repeating the process making me to be in suspense.

Just when I thought about ignoring whatever it was, as I have noticed it was bent on playing me when Jude jumped in front of me. For the idiot that he has always been, he tripped and fell because he wasn't watching his footsteps.

I stared at him in disbelief because with what my son had done to him, he was never supposed to be seen around my house again. Now instead of him being embarrassed at himself, this fool smirked.

"What is your problem Jude and why are you here?