you're THE LOVE

part:27

Youth is full of colours.....
Coloured with rainbow.....
Those colours never dimmed.....
Youth is like a proud.....
Proud which is felled by each person....
Everyone is fond of them.......
Bright side of the hope.....
Hope which is always shining on the bottom of sky....
River of hope which is always filled by the water...
No matter what youth is always youth...
Never being underestimated....
It has some true and shiny colours..
Those colours never dimmed...
Those colours never dimmed.....

By: Eu topia
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She was soon selected for the job in that company and started her job the very next day she received the mail from them. She didn't met those two people again after the interview as she was working under Mr. Tabriz Rahim and learning as a newbie.  He was a kind and polite man and was guiding and helping her patiently.

She heard from her colleagues that their president Hisham Areeb Khan was a very rude and serious man. He never let go the one on the wrong. He didn't like latecomers or those who don't follow the rules. Many were fired by him due to such reasons. Their soon to be director-Sufyan Khan- was too like him, although he was less than him. Just a kind of them was Tabriz. So she was not suspicious of his attitude thinking about the reason of him helping her.

She just finished the task assigned to her and went to the restroom to make some coffee for her when she met the same boy who mistook her for some other girl. She bowed a little knowing he was the director of the company. He didn't responded and left taking his mug with a stern face. She felt it weird seeing him in such attitude. She felt him being a little chaotic and naughty suits his personality but she didn't dared to say that at his mouth.

So she went to the coffeemaker and poured some coffee into a plastic cup. Gulping it in one go she felther nerves loosening.

"It's too hard to be an office worker." Someone commented from back. It was more like a statement than a question. She turned to have a look at the speaker. It was Mr. Tabriz.  She smiled at him curtly and nodded a little.

"Yeah, I'm not habitual of sitting that long on one seat. And the chair is a little stiff that's why." She replied with a small smile.

"Oh! You should've asked for the change." He made an advice worrying about her.

"It's not that bad. I can make it. I think its because I'm still adjusting with it. It's okay." She hastily denied him.

"It's the duty of any company to provide a comfortable environment for its employees so they can make a great effect on its accomplishments. As the company get these through the efforts they make. So it should be the priority for it. Don't worry. I'll discuss it with Mr. Hisham. He'll make some changes with the furniture and other things." He ignored her words and told her that its company's duty. She nodded understanding him.

"Okay,  than I'll go now. For now I've to do my work. Thank you for your concern by the way." She was grateful to him so thanking him she went out to continue her job.

On the other hand tabriz made his way to Hisham's office and told him about her problem. At his permission he asked data about other employees so he could order other things needed. There were some employees asking for the change of their furniture or other things. He made the decision and under Sufiyan's control they ordered the required material the other day.

She was astonished at such early service. But didn't said anything seeing others getting comfortable chairs and other things they needed too.
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It was Sunday morning. She was helping her mother to wash clothes. Her mother's son, Kamal, who was back from abroad after completing his degree a few days ago, was helping them too by putting clothes in dryer. He was a kind and jolly person. He made jokes that make her laugh from her heart.

"Mother! Can I ask you something?"
She suddenly asked her spreading dupatta on the string for drying it under sun.

"Yes!" She replied brushing the stain from a piece of cloth to remove it. She was completely into it.

"What was it like when you tookme here? I mean when you found me."

"We saw you in a vulnerable condition when you were carried away by the rescuers in the ambulance. The ambulance reached after us. So your father decided to go with you as your guardian at that time. We could think of worst after what happened to our daughter. So it was a relief for us when we found you safe otherwise. We know what happens to the girls who are kidnapped or who are away from house for more than 24 hours without any signs. I think it was your luck or our that we met."

She told her thinking hard what to say at the time. Both got sad at the memories. Amy got seated by her side and put her head on mother's shoulder. She smiled sadly at her action. Whenever she was sad she did the same act.

"I think you should pity for yourself that you really were picked from the roadside." Kamal made a joke to remove the sadness from the air.

"You should shut your mouth Sufi or I would complain about you. Then you're gonna cry." She snapped at his comment lifting her head and facing him, throwing his dirty unwashed shirt at him with clenching teeth. They had that relationship like Tom and jerry, though they were not in that much contact with each other than phone. But his personality made her openly talk to him in a few days like they knew each other for long time.

Both, mother and Kamal were looking at her shocked and confused. Se didn't understand why they were giving such reaction.

"Did I say something wrong?" She asked hesitantly eyeing their expressions.

"Who's this, SAFI?" Kamal asked with a raised eyebrow curiosity laced in his manner as he leaned toward her.

"Who's he??" She too asked unknowingly and questioning face.

"You mentioned it you should know. By the way I noticed it many times since I came you're calling me Safi whenever you're getting irritated by my behavior." He questioned her with his arms folded on his chest.

"Safi!"

"I too noticed it since a few days. You're calling someone even in your dreams. It was rare before but now it's too much. I and your father never mentioned it before but today as you called him as Safi so I thought it is right to tell you." Mother said leaving her task then and there.

"I think she's getting her memories back. It was slow before but as it's visible now i think maybe something stimulated it. Did you noticed anything that can stir it??" Kamal asked happily. He was excited about that.

"Don't you feel bad if I get it back?" She asked afraid of their response.

"Why would we?? It's your right to get to know about yourself, who you are and where you from,  your identity??" Her mother enveloped her into her arms with a little peck on her forehead.

"Yeah she's right." Kamal patted her head lightly.

"So you're going to tell me the whole thin' when you recall it finally. I'm not leaving any of even minor detail. Keep that in your little mind." He said as thay resumed their job of doing laundry. 

"Ok you little journalist!"

"I'm not little. I swear I'm gonna be a no. 1 journalist in Pakistan in near future." he said raising his invisible collar of his t-shirt. She laughed at him.

"Yeah! Your not so big dreams. Let's see if it's gonna happen in reality." She mocked and started taking clothes from his hand and spreading on the wall to let them dry. Mother was laughing at their little attacks they were throwing at each other all the time, while opening the water valve to wash the detergent off of the clothes after cleaning the stains or other pollutants from them.
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Author's note:

"Sorry for late update. I wanted to do it but due to some reasons (I told in my other story's update) I couldn't do it for some time. Again sorry.

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