It was a shiny black Audi Q7 and a shiny black BMW X5, both of which were calmly driving down the road after picking up their entire fleet admiral from a trip that no one expected to return to the day before. He had left for the same trip yesterday, even before they left California. LC Imran called to announce their arrival, so the pick-up trucks were ready at the airport until he arrived.
The road to his house was blocked, which is almost entirely owned by navy soldiers, because they have almost every neighborhood, each with their own house, according to their own system and power, so the neighborhood has securities, and they are the guardians of the country, their lives are very important, and in addition to securing the security and strength of the neighborhood, one of their national fleet is in the neighborhood with his family, namely FLEET RAHEEM JEERAH,
Imran was on the phone when they landed, checking his phone and iPad, trying to start clearing schedules for the fleet and planning how the trip would be as calm and relaxed as possible, even ensuring that everything they would need in Nigeria before their arrival would be provided, as they would not be traveling to any country without first providing the fleet with all the comforts it needed.
They walked a long way before they arrived at the house that bore his name on a beautiful block symbol outside, indicating his rank.
The security guards and soldiers at the checkpoint were all busy clearing the vehicles for his return. The main gate was opened and they entered, then it was closed. Everyone was waiting again, wondering if he could come out and go inside or if they could unload him, so there was silence everywhere.
The soldiers inside the parking lot came out in a line and grabbed Imran, who quickly came out and opened the car for him, moving it a little to the side.
His feet, clad in black Santoni leather Oxford shoes, quietly stepped out, his entire body showing off. The soldiers stood up again, and he stepped forward with a kind of dignity and power that he held, heading towards the Imran behind him, who was in the midst of the soldiers' dignity that God had bestowed upon them.
He immediately went to the main sitting room of the first house, Imran had already arrived and opened the door for him, opening his mouth quietly and telling him to rest in peace because if he didn't enter at that time, he would go to his side to ensure the completion of the work ahead of him, a journey that had no plans, especially a journey to a place where managing everything while he was there would be difficult for them, but no matter how difficult it was, there was no country that could not afford it, even if it was a country with technologies and networks.
He entered, closed the door, and left the room, passing through his own part of the house.
It is a large, comfortable sitting room on the ground floor that exudes luxury and sophistication due to the floor plan and the color scheme of everything inside, which is off-white and navy blues that are not too dark.
The three maids of the house came out of a beautiful hallway with mirrors everywhere, carrying large trays, they would take the path to the dining room of the palace and enter. Their noses and eyes were wide with surprise when they saw someone they had never expected to see before because they knew that he had traveled out of town and that if he traveled he would not return so soon, so they quickly stopped and each of them lowered their heads in respect, welcoming him back.
He doesn't really listen to women because his ears are used to hearing the sound of men's voices that assure you that you are talking to a man, so he doesn't give women's voices the importance they deserve. He doesn't need to hear every voice that speaks to him like the wind in his ears, he prefers to hear the voice that comes to him like the waves of the ocean.
The voices of his mother, his wife, and his unborn child were the only women's voices that reached his ears, but he could hear them clearly, but after that, he had trouble hearing any sounds from women.
That's why he didn't answer because he didn't see them because they were very far away,
He headed straight for the staircase and began climbing it in a hurry.
Until he reached the top, there was no sign of his return, so he went to his safe room, which was in a different direction, and he went in, covering himself, and headed towards his bedroom, which was very large and had a different layout
