from previous

....when he reached home  it was  after,  his neck was slightly stiff  , his eyes heavy with sleep,  opening the door to the house  his gaze fell directly on the person sitting in the lawn dusky shadows had spread,  his eyes were tired and a faint smile appeared on his face,  round frame on big etes , a few count of hair strand on the head,  quite old washed several times  woollen sweater  and wrinkled hands  unable to hold  the newspaper,  the dirt covered on the newspaper suggested it was old one 

Abdullah had messaged him and left,  he was delayed by the traffic  otherwise they usually met at the gate,  as he approached  the echoing footsteps  drew his attention and he lifted his head,  there wasn't any sign of recognition in them 

He greeted gently  before picking up the clutter on the table,  

He replied in a somewhat sober manner  to his greeting  , then turned to look at the door wondering how did the young man managed to come in 

Who are you,  how did you get into my house  he asked him in a surprised voice