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She mustered the little bit of courage she had in her and stepped out of the room, rushing to the door where she dropped her bag. She picked it up, turning around to cautiously looked around the room, wanting to make sure that there was no one else there.
Her eyes fell on a small wood, probably from one of the broken tables—without a doubt the coffee table judging by the color of it. She headed towards it and picked it up, her bag still in her other hand. She held it tightly, ready to swing it at anyone that might try to come up at her.
The apartment was eerily quiet despite the damage done to it, maybe too quiet.
Still hyper alert of her surrounding, she shoved her hand into her bag and brought out her phone; letting the bag fall on the floor again. She dialed Mr. Sagir's number, but he didn't pick up. She tried again and the same thing happened.
Sighing loudly, she dialed Ameerah's number which she had gotten earlier, but the phone was switched off. When she called Mubarak, it went straight too voicemail much to her misfortune. The three were the only people she trusted and could call, but without them, she had no one else to contact.
She groaned lightly, dropping the phone from her ear as she gulped and gave the room a once over. Her breathing came out loud, as the hair on the back of her neck stood, but she ignored it.
A certain person came to her mind, and it had her scrolling through her contact to get the person's number. She clicked on it and brought it to her ear, tapping her foot as she prayed to Allah that he picks it up.
After the fourth ring, he did.
"Noah" She breathed out, blinking rapidly as she released a small sigh of relief that he picked it up.
"Rahma?" She could hear the confusion in his voice, "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, his words coming out a bit jumbled as he rushed it.
She exhaled, glancing at the wrecked apartment as she wondered whether it'll be a good idea to tell him or not. Then again, what other option does she have. "Can you...can you come now please?"
She heard shuffling from his end of the call, probably him getting up. "What happened?"
"Something happened" She said, keeping her voice low in case there's someone in the apartment. At the thought of that she tightened her hold on the plank.
He didn't need to ask any question more. He could detect the hidden fear in her tone though she tried to mask it but he could tell. He had his own fair share of tales about fear that he's familiar to such. "Okay I'm on my way"
She ended the call, dropping her hand by her side as she felt a bit of relief crash down on her. It was at the moment that she saw the importance of them exchanging contact when they met. Without that, she probably wouldn't have known who to call since she couldn't get a hold of the others.
