CHAP 8

Amira's Point Of View

"Ez. I am Ez," the man said after he cleared his throat.

I was horrified by the voice of Ezekiah's brother—something that made me frown. Different, I have a different feeling in that voice which I think is familiar to me.

"H-have we met before?" I uttered.

There was silence between the three of us. I was about to speak again when Ezekiah's brother suddenly spoke.

"No, we haven't." He seriously said.

"Is that so? Your voice sounds familiar," I said.

Ezekiah spoke again and told many things about her family and life. Her older brother have died because of a car accident while his Mommy and Daddy are in another country busy with their company.

Ezekiah asked me where my house at. At first, I was going to just get off at the tricycle terminal but she insisted on taking me to my house.

Eryl texted me that she and Nala were at home because Nala was thinking about her cat, Bujiji.

"Thank you very much, Ezekiah." I uttered. "The rain has stopped, do you want to