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Asahd's POV:

I stood in front of the apartment's door that evening, adjusting and frowning so Djafar and Saïda would see that I was still very pissed at both of them.

I entered the apartment and found them watching TV. Apparently they'd bought one that day.

"Good evening, dear. How did it go today?" Djafar asked with concern. It was hard ignoring and staying mad at him. Very hard. But I had to. I wasn't going to forgive him or my parents so easily, after what ...