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Writer's POV:

Due to the sudden traffic on the streets, that same night, Asahd made it back to the apartment at ten PM.

He unlocked the door and stepped in. When he didn't see Djafar in the living room, he knew the man had retired to bed. He was going to go to his own room, when he heard low giggles coming from Saïda's room.

Curious, he approached her door and put his ear against it to eavesdrop.

"Hihihi, stop...yeah...mmhmm...no it's a cool job. Yeah I ...