Mentally Occupied

10

She bowed and said :

- Well, I've never had a boyfriend, I don't know what love is like and I'm not very curious about it or experience it, As for the family; I live alone as my mother and I used to live here in this town after my father passed away, but she passed away a year ago.

Wissam's face was slightly changed, but that didn't stop her from curbing her curiosity:

- May God have mercy on her and forgive her. however What about friends?

Hana felt like crying, but she was smiling sadly, saying:

- do you know?

- huh?

- I didn't know that hurting friends would hurt me more than my mother's death or not having a boyfriend, you know? Perhaps because this is the one thing I did not expect, because my mother's death is a fact that must be accepted. There is no escape from death, soon or later. Not having a lover is my wish. Perhaps one day I will have a lover whom I love and who loves me. But The departure of friends was against my will, It was not by my desire or will, but it was a destiny imposed on me. They left me alone when I needed them. I did not understand why, how or why.. Rather, all the interrogative words will not give me an adequate answer that will heal my wound. Maybe because they are still alive, so why will we part?! loose ends. Yes, being ignorant used to think that death was the only thing that separated people, and the truth is that there is something more painful than it. Leaving without saying goodbye, without warning, without a clear or known reason. You didn't get to the opportunity or give it to you to cling to them. You did not have the opportunity to tell them that you fear loneliness after them. They are all you have left in this world. All this because you treat them as your savings fund. you saved in them all is lost. It's them and now you lost them.

Throughout the conversation, Wissam was looking at her seriously because she found her revealing everything as if she was talking to herself in front of the mirror, so that she does not feel that Wissam is with her in the same room, she just wants to talk. She unleashed those words that had been trapped inside her all this time, and then she sighed and smiled again, saying:

- But I'm fine, I don't pretend to be fine, I'm really better and I'm so grateful to them as grateful as my feeling of needing someone no longer haunts me after I found my loneliness after them. They are the only person who is waiting for me at all dinner table at the end of the day, grateful because I thought I lost my friends when I gained the friendship of myself and it is actually something more valuable than them, what is the use if there is a lot of company around us and we are notes with ourselves? You can lose yourself all day among them as you wish, but at night when it is very cold, you will find only you, and perhaps the meeting will be terrifying, hard and bitter if you are not aware of it. Be with yourself. This is the lesson I learned from my friends.

Wissam looked at her and seemed a little remorseful because she asked a question that did not cause pain in her head and a sharp depression in her chest. A lump in her heart attacked her, and she gripped him and tightened her grip until she squeezed him. I felt annoyed and weary of Hana's talk, perhaps because inside her she is not an emotional and friendly person at all. She didn't enter this discussion to feel sympathy for a new colleague. Whatever it mean to satisfy her curiosity in terms of blissful solitude only. She wants to know the reason that she did not expect that Hana would shake her head with all this talk and these details and life tips. At that time Malik was standing in a room next to Hana's desk is surreptitiously listening to their talk from the beginning. Malik felt very affected, knowing the meaning of loneliness and suffering from it. Immediately Hana stopped talking. He went to her after he tried to return ti himself again after hearing her speech, which made his feelings turbulent a little pity for her, and stood in front of her, saying:

- There is something wrong with the recently purchased stock accounts. You have this file and it must be reviewed again. So I hope you go up to receive and review it once again.

Suddenly, Hana woke up from the bout of confessions. she stood up as if she was back to reality again and she fell to its bottom saying:

- what?! Miscalculation? I'm going up now to check it out.

Malik kept looking at her. He even watches her after her sad passing Wissam followed her gaze as well, but she was not following Hana, but Malik who was standing next to her, looking at his gaze at Hana. He cut Wissam glanced at her annoying voice saying:

- Rufaida spoke to me a while ago, and she cannot reach you again because you do not answer her calls and whenever she comes to the company. I tell her that you are in an important meeting, how long do I have to push her away from you?! You don't even tell me why the relationship between the two of you is upset.

Malik looked at Wissam sarcastically and said:

- Wissam.. Were you born talkative like this?

She looked at him angrily.

- Well, next time I'm going to guide her to your office by myself.

- She knows where it is, so don't worry.

Malek nodded his head with a fake sticky smile then went upstairs and found Hana talking to an employee about the miscalculations and correcting them so he went to the room where every employee sits and in front of him on the wall is a large electronic board with the names of the joint-stock companies and their share prices and whether they are falling or rising. Head to the meeting room. He seems immerses himself in the role of a businessman and talks about stocks that rise and fall firmly and seriously. After Hana finished reviewing the files, she wanted to take a tour of the floor and look at the employees get excited and shout loudly when they win the right choices or the screams of failure that tear the soul at the wrong choice. It passed in front of the meeting room and found some of them were sitting around a big circular table and looking at Malik who seems to be talking about an important matter.

***

Wissam sat alone in the office room, Hana upstairs, unable to find anything to do. She took out her mobile phone and opened one of the social networking sites. The first post she met was by Rufaida, in which she talked about the heartbreak that afflicts the soul when the beloved departs treacherously. Her thin lips smiled and her narrow eyes gleamed. She closed the Facebook application without interacting with Wissam's post and decided to interact with him in her own way. She called Rufaida to show her the extent of her sympathy for her and that what happened had no explanation unless there was another woman in Malik's life. At first, Rufaida denied this explanation. Malik learned It was good to get to know her and get close to her. He pampered her a lot. She was always with her, even during work periods. They did not stop talking on WhatsApp or through calls. He shared with her the details of her life. Even in her long travels with her family, she was not interrupted with him, sharing every moment with her and giving her his advice in everything, Wissam smiled cunningly as she told her about the new employee that Malik had brought himself to work in the company. She tried to describe her to her, and that her general appearance was not as it should be, as it was very simple. It was clear that she was not interested in the details that occupy young women of their age. For Wissam's last words, and she was inundated with questions inquiring about the identity of the new employee, Wissam exaggerated the description of the relationship between Hana and Malik, and told her that they are almost inseparable during working hours, and no one knows what happens after the official work ends between them. Rufaida almost went crazy, and decided to come and see that New to herself and understand what is happening.

Soon Malik's features have changed. His face scowl, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed, anger suddenly began to appear on him, the muscles of his legs spasm and this appeared in the way he stood, then he began to walk backwards slowly with his eyes hanging in front of him looking at something that only he could see until he almost collided with the wall. He seemed to be talking at random and moving his hand. He stopped speaking suddenly. He closed his eyes, turned away, and then looked at them again. He continued speaking but the way it sounded from afar it was not normal. Moments later, he returned again to his grimace and his surprised movements.