Ibrahim asked softly, “Sir, is everything okay?”
Sahriar replied coldly, “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Ibrahim sighed.
“Let it be.”
Sahriar looked at him sharply.
“Are not you giving up quickly?”
Ibrahim frowned.
“About what?”
Sahriar repeated firmly, “I said I don’t want to talk to you.”
Ibrahim replied with a slight sarcasm, “So you think I even want to talk to you?”
Sahriar narrowed his eyes.
“Alright, now tell me… what do you want?
Tell me.”
Ibrahim took a breath.
“Fine.
I forgive you this time.
But tell me—did Chairman order you to fire Zimal?”
Sahriar stayed silent for a moment.
“So what if he did?”
Ibrahim looked at him in disbelief.
“How heartless you are “?
Sahriar turned away.
“I don’t care about that.”
Ibrahim shook his head.
“What do you actually want?
I don’t understand you.”
Sahriar raised his voice.
“I—!”
Ibrahim cut him off.
“You what?”
Sahriar finally snapped, “Enough!
Stop it.
Go and check Zimal.”
Ibrahim nodded.
“Okay, sir.
But you should think about this.”
Sahriar turned away.
“Get lost.”
Ibrahim left, but worry stayed in his eyes.
Sahriar stood alone in silence.
His mind was restless.
”I shouldn’t think about it… but why am I still worried?” he muttered to himself.
“Uff… I think I’ve lost my mind.”
—
Zimal said softly, “Afifa, you should go home.
I can manage myself.”
Afifa immediately refused.
“How can I leave you alone?
I’ll drop you home myself.”
Zimal hesitated and then asked quietly, “Did you say anything bad to Sir?”
Afifa looked away.
“Mm… yes.
But not too much.”
Just then, Zawar entered the room.
His face was pale and tired.
He said bitterly, “You should’ve died that day… because of him.”
Zimal’s eyes widened.
“Are you out of your mind, Zawar?
You really disappointed me.
I never thought you could say something like this.”
Zawar lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, Zimal.”
Zimal replied coldly, “Miss Zimal.
I’m not your friend.
I’m your Senior, so behave like that.”
She took a breath and added, “And thank you for what you did for me.
I will return your favor.
You may leave now.”
Zawar’s eyes filled with tears.
“Miss Zimal… I’m really sorry.
I didn’t mean to upset you.”
But Zimal turned away.
“You can go now.
Let’s go, Afifa.”
Zimal and Afifa left the hospital.
Zawar stood there alone, tears silently falling from his eyes.
It felt like his world had broken in a single moment.
Night fell, but Zawar still sat in silence, broken and lost.
—
Suddenly, a bell rang at the door.
Zimal asked from inside, “Who is there?”
Afifa smiled slightly.
“Darling, may I come in?”
Zimal smiled back.
“Yes, you can.”
Afifa entered with grocery bags in her hands.
She went straight to the kitchen and placed everything down.
Is your wound okay?”
Zimal nodded.
“Yes, I’m fine.
Aren’t you going to the office today?”
Afifa replied, “I got a message from Ibrahim.
You’ve been given a one-week leave.
He said Sir requested it for you.”
Zimal frowned slightly.
“Sir…?”
Afifa sighed.
“Yes.
Honestly, I feel bad about him too.
I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have.”
Zimal looked down.
“Now you realize what you did?”
Afifa nodded.
“Yes… but don’t you think he was also wrong for leaving you like that?”
Zimal replied calmly, “Manager Ibrahim told me that Sir’s father had a heart attack.
That’s why he left.
And honestly… who am I to him?
Just an employee.”
Afifa stayed quiet for a moment.
“Alright, let it be.”
Then she suddenly asked, “Why were you so harsh with Zawar?
He hasn’t been to the office for days.
He didn’t even take leave.
I’m worried about him.”
Zimal’s expression changed slightly.
“What do you mean?
Is he okay?”
Afifa shook her head.
“I don’t know.
He’s not answering calls.
I’m really worried.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.
Zimal looked at Afifa.
“Did you call him?”
Afifa shook her head.
“No… I didn’t.”
She went to open the door.
A moment later, she returned, shocked.
Zimal asked quickly, “Who is it?”
Afifa stepped aside… and Sahriar entered the room, followed by Ibrahim.
Zimal froze.
Softly, she said, sir….”