Full part: On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “dug”; the next morning I found something glued to the sheet that left me speechless.ad

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You know her before we go out.
I smacked her.
Eh?
She said
My brother, what I’m picking from the street.
I shut up.
Amal?
She said
He came out of the house with the will of someone he trusted.
I said
A little boy comes out with a line and disappears years?
She said
It was very small.
Abuya said
And whoever took him had the key to the house.
I noticed the key in Eddie.
The same key we met in my mother-in-law’s room.
I asked
This key was on the person’s?
My father shook his head.
Oh.
I’ve noticed my mother-in-law.
It was silent.
I said
And you had the key.
She said
Because my father condemned him.
When?
Years ago.
Why?
She said
To keep it.
I asked her
Keep it up?
She said
In fact.
And before I can ask her more, we heard the sound of the door of the basement opening.
The strange man said
We’re late.
Karim pointed to the secret door.
This way.
We went in one and behind again.
It was a narrow passage, full of dirt.
Abuya was walking with difficulty, and Karim Besinda.
And I’m holding the page.
At the end of the corridor was an iron door.
We opened it and we went out on a side street.
We rode in Arabic.
Karim drove fast.
But I couldn’t shut up.
I told my parents.
Who’s the one who took my brother?
A bus from the net.
When we were in the basement, I can tell you.
Why?
Because the person is not close to you.
My heart is pounding.
Close to me, Izai?
Very.
Who’s the family?
I shut up.
Daddy!
He said
Oh.
I looked at my uncle.
It was silent.
I looked at my aunt.
It was stubbing the ground.
I looked at my mother-in-law.
Her tears were coming down.
Then I noticed for cream.
It was a center on the way.
I said
I want to know.
Abuya said
The person is not generous.
I breathed in a little comfort.
But before I can, he added,
And walk your mother-in-law.
I snapped him.
Amal Min?
He said
The person who took your brother was trying to protect us from a more dangerous person.
I asked him
Who’s the most dangerous?
My father is what I’m showering.
Minutes later, we arrived for a small apartment in a quiet area.
We’re in.
My father sat on a chair, took a long breath.
He said
Here they are safe.
I said
Now, you’re telling me the truth?
Shake his head.
Oh.
He took out an old picture out of his pocket.
Put it in front.
It was a picture of four people standing next to each other.
My father.
Uncle Fuad.
Auntie.
And a fourth man.