Attachment 💔

Healing

It had been months since Hala last contacted Hariz, and he hadn't reached out to her either. The day she needed his help the most, he didn't answer her calls. That was when she realized her feelings for him had turned into pure hatred.

Hala tried to maintain her pride by texting Hariz for help without revealing her trouble, but he ignored her. She eventually decided to swallow her pride and tell him she really needed his help, regardless of what he thought. Despite her efforts, calling and texting multiple times, Hariz never responded. His promise was empty, and Hala realized he would never be the person she wanted him to be.

She even reached out to his friend, asking him to get Hariz to call her back. But Hariz still didn't respond. That was the final straw for Hala. She decided to let go of him completely and move on. From that day, she stopped thinking about him, realizing he didn't deserve her attention.

Now, Hala accepts that Hariz never loved her, and she's glad about it. She wishes she could tell him she doesn't care about him anymore, wanting to erase him from her life entirely. Looking back, she feels foolish for letting him into her life at all.

Sometimes unexpected things happen, and Hariz was one of those—a regrettable phase of her life. Hala began focusing on her life and dreams again, returning to the person she once was, dreaming about her future.

She embraced being carefree, even if it meant being clumsy and embarrassed at times. This was her way of reclaiming her happiness.

One day, while working on a report for her manager, Hala received a message on Cliq from her boss, Asad. It read, "Meet me in my cabin."

Hala closed her laptop and went to Asad's office. She knocked on the door, and Asad called out, "Come in."

Hala entered, and Asad looked up from his laptop, greeting her with, "Assalamu alaikum, Hala." She was momentarily taken aback but replied, "Wa alaikum salam."

Asad smiled and invited her to sit. "Do you know why I called you?" he asked. Hala nodded, assuming it was about work. "Obviously, it's about some work," she replied.

Asad chuckled and said, "Yes, to fix the mistake you made."

Hala was shocked to hear this. Asad explained that she had sent a payment to the wrong account, causing the payment to bounce back. He asked if she had checked before sending it. Hala was stunned and scared, realizing the trouble she was in and the impact on the company.

Asad could see her fear. The previous night, he had received an angry email from the client about the mishap involving 75,000 pounds. Initially, he was furious and considered firing the responsible employee. However, upon realizing it was Hala, he decided to handle the situation differently.

Although Hala was just an employee, Asad admired her. From the moment she interviewed, she left a lasting impression, charming people with her innocence and clumsiness.

"I'm sorry... I don't know how it happened," Hala said, tears in her eyes.

Asad snapped out of his thoughts and saw her crying. He found her tears both amusing and endearing but didn't want to see her upset. "Hala, why are you crying?" he asked, suppressing a smile.

He wanted to tease her but knew her tears were genuine. "It's okay, Hala. It's not that big of a loss."

"But what should I tell the client?" Hala asked.

"Just call and apologize, say he'll get his money next week, and mention you're terminated. Simple."

Hala started to call but then shouted, "What?" when she realized what he said.

Asad smiled and reassured her, "I'm joking."

Hala apologized again, her eyes still wet with tears.

"Hala, stop crying. Drink some water," Asad said, handing her a glass. He knew she was too scared to see he was teasing her.

After drinking the water, Hala apologized once more.

"Now, tell me how this happened," Asad asked.

"It's all Hariz's fault," Hala blurted out, frustration evident in her voice. Asad found it amusing that she blamed someone who wasn't there.

"Hala, that's not fair," Asad said. "Focus on your work instead."

"Forget him?" Hala asked, "I already have. He's out of my life."

Asad muttered, "Poor thing," under his breath.

"What?" Hala asked.

"I said, you poor thing, Hala."

"Stop crying now. Go call the client. I'll be there soon."

Hala nodded and left the cabin, wiping her eyes. Asad leaned back in his chair, watching her go. She often said she got too attached to people who ended up hurting her, unaware that someone else was becoming attached to her too.