Saad's pov:
The incessant ringing of the phone made me look at it in irritation. I knew I was supposed to head back home early today but I was deliberately avoiding it by trying to overwork or check some files. Sighing, I ran my hands through my hair while leaning back before finally picking up mama's most probably 5th call.
"Assalamualikum mama." I greeted her in a tired voice.
"Walikumussalam Saad. Tumne time dekha hai kya ho raha hai? Aadhe ghante me hame nikalna hai aur abhi tak tum ghar nahi aaye. Ye kya laga rakha hai tumne?" She exploded as soon as she heard my voice. I already knew this was coming the moment I first saw her call.
(Have you seen the time? We have to head out in half an hour and you still aren't back home. What is this Saad?)