A gust of wind blew through the town, making it dark. The estate was silent. There was no movement from anyone except the chirping of birds. The trees were swaying. They found a beautiful and peaceful place before you could say, "What?" The water had receded like a waterfall. Everyone who opened their window and closed it, a boy came out, white and handsome, holding a stick, looking like a man. Despite the heavy rain, his mouth was watering. His uncle was walking. He heard a cry from the door that would connect him to his uncle's house. He heard a cry. Everyone in the estate, despite the falling water, started to cry. Even if they heard the cry, they knew that it was raining. No one came out. It was family nature. No one's water was like a single bucket. They lived a life of wonder and fear. This is how it originated from their parents. They showed love for their children. Your brother is not enough to scold his brother's children. They don't water each other.
God tested them with a kind of grandmother who only knew about the love of the world and power. This was due to the fact that she was the mother of the rich, and whoever she hated, she was a traitor. Since he was born, he did not know his mother but his father. This was due to the way he was born. There is a kind of confusion in the NADER lineage. There is a kind of hidden secret to the complexity in the NADER family. His appearance is like the breath of many others.
but what if you follow me?
The rain had washed away the rest of the rain that had not been lost. It was a black Benz car with tinted mirrors so you couldn't tell who was inside. He parked in the driveway because of the document he had brought. He opened the car and saw his white legs in half-shoes. Black color. At one glance, you would know that he had spent a lot of money to buy it. He had a white leather jacket and white fabric on his body. Expensive filter.
What kind of softness is that when you smell it, you say that it smells like perfume, one look will make you look down, take your eyes off him because of his white skin, his sexy eyes are made of medical glass, which adds beauty to a certain type of man, he walks like a lion or a lion, he has earned his name, king of lion or king of journalist, every journalist in Nigeria follows him.
He stopped as his heart rate increased. Sultan was the name he had uttered. His phone was dancing. He took it in his hand. He took it and held it. He calmed down and said.
"Hello commissioner, come to our house with the security vehicle, we were waiting for you, he was taking you there, he stopped, he was waiting for you, he said, "No, it's not like that, Abbey came out of his unit, it seems he's not going to work today, he said, “I'm sorry.”
"TARÉÊK,
He didn't turn around until his heart sank even more, his face turned red, as if he had been pushed to the wall before you could understand what was going on in that perfect face. You have to work hard because he is not the only one who can face the situation he is in. May God grant him patience.
Since he was a young boy, the lifeboat had been spinning with him in the water, a kind of darkness had been with him until Abbey finally
