Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 49: Samir Uthman Wali

A/n: Allahumma Salli ala Sayyidinaa Muhammadin wa Sallim

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May Allah accept our ibadah and forgive our shortcomings, Ameen.

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Sherry's POV

Everything after Sulaiman's wife had landed like a bomb occured in a blur. I remember being overwhelmed with a barrage of diverse emotions; of hurt, shame, anger and betrayal as i ran out of Sul's house. At that moment, i only wanted to get away from there. I wanted to be anywhere that's not close to Sul and the harsh reality about him having a wife.

I did get a bike, but one thing had led to the other until the bike man discovered that i actually had no magnitude and direction. Worse, i didn't understand his language and he didn't understand the English i could speak. Not even pidgin. It was then i realized that the man had simply picked me up because he felt like i was in danger. He helped me out because he believed i was one of them. Well after he realized he was dealing with a gross stranger, he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. And hence, why I'm here. The bike man abandoned me here and went his merry way.

I'm technically in the middle of nowhere. The location I'm in is a busy on: there's a big hubbub of people around me, but they're all useless since they're all most probably having the same mindset as that bike man.

In front of me is a huge highway with flashy vehicles sprinting to and fro. There are multiple fruits and grocery stalls on the other side of the road. On this side of the highway I'm on, there are plazas, commerce shops, restaurants, apparel shops etc. I feel like i can get help here. I can surely find someone who can speak English around here. I can maneuver my way out of here.

"Ibsal Banking... Kapon Store.... Style With Furei....." I trailed my eyes around the shops in front of me, thinking about which to jump into. All i need is a phone right now. Tawakkalt is going to be my 911 today. Sul has replaced her in being my 911 for two good years. And now that i can no longer trust or rely on him, i have no choice but to run back to my original 911. Tawakkalt's number is the second number after Sul's that I've memorised with my heart.

So now, i want to stumble across someone generous enough to lend me their phone. Tawakkalt is abroad which means i can't call her on normal call. Good thing their WhatsApp is always on. I'm sure I'll be able to get her. Hopefully whoever borrows me their phone allows me to talk long enough to explain the situation to her. I just want to get her to send me 20k. 20k is all i need to get my ass back home. 20k is chicken change for her with how rich her family currently is. That's why getting a phone to call her is the current herculean task. Once I get that 20k, I'll head back to the hotel. I'm sure i can find my way around that. I'll get my purse and cards and get myself to Babbar Tasha. The name of that station is literally engraved in my brain. I'm sure once I get there i can get a POS and get some cash. Then get myself back home ASAP. This is what I'm going to do.