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Part.12

"Let's talk about something else to distract ourselves from the pain"

The grand and spacious room, decorated with expensive furniture, and Jawaharat was sitting next to her, smiling softly as she looked at Hashim, who was typing something on his phone with his head down. Noshirwan was pacing back and forth behind them, like a pendulum, moving from right to left and back to right.

"What's going on, Hashim?" Jawaharat asked, smiling. "How can you be so unaware that you didn't even know about it before it happened? I was busy with land cases, and this all happened suddenly."

Hashim put down his phone and shrugged. "I saw Justice Skandar Hayat's expressions. He had made up his mind. He must have been convinced beforehand. These people don't have the status to buy him off. There are other ways to influence him besides buying him off."

Noshirwan turned around and came to stand in front of Hashim. "And if someone has blackmailed him, brother, it can't be anyone but Saadi."

"Please, let's talk about something else," Jawaharat said, her eyes flashing with warning. "He humiliated me in front of ten people, and you want me to forget about it?"

As usual, Noshirwan got angry. "You shouldn't have gone there. But he was trying to intimidate me, saying he knew about my case in England. Who does he think he is? I told you, mom, you're not inviting him to the party. I won't tolerate him in my house."

"Okay, I've already sent out the invitations... sorry!" Hashim said, raising his hands. "Saadi is not the problem. He'll come crawling when he needs something. I know how to take revenge for my son's humiliation."

Jawaharat stepped forward and gently pressed Noshirwan's hand. "The problem is Faris. I can't tolerate him around me. Tell me, Hashim, what are you doing to resolve this issue?"

Hashim was writing something on a piece of paper. He seemed composed, despite being disturbed. "I've gotten him in trouble once before. I can do it again. If he can get out once, he can get out again. So it's better to play nice with him. He doesn't know who killed whom or how And he thinks we're his only family." Jawaharat wasn't convinced. "He never liked us." Noshirwan said, frustrated, standing by the window. "So it's better if he doesn't hold a grudge against us, because after he gets out, he'll try to find out who did it to him. Hashim will take care of it. Why are you worried?"

Hashim sat down behind him, speaking with confidence and composure. "I did what I had to do for my family, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect them. Doing something for your family isn't a crime. If I hadn't taken care of Waris Ghazi, he could have opened cases against us and destroyed us. And Zartasha... if I hadn't killed her, the murder wouldn't have been labeled as an honor killing. I regret it, but I had no other option. When a murder happens, someone has to go to jail. I feel sorry for Faris. He lost four years, but he was an intelligence officer. If he hadn't gone to jail, he would have tried to find the killer. I saved him, so what's wrong with that? The government hasn't given anyone the death penalty in five years. Maybe the law will be abolished soon. He's alive, nothing happened to him. We all lose loved ones. We lost Dad too, naturally, but... I'm sorry for all this, but Zumra should be grateful to me for sparing her as a witness. She's fine, living her life. Life isn't perfect, but..."

Hashim shrugged slightly while speaking. "Many people's lives are saved by sacrificing a few. I'll take care of Faris. Let him come, he can't do anything to me. Okay, now let's talk about your project, Sheero."

Noshirwan and Sheero seemed to swallow a bitter pill. "Who's going to stop my project and come in my way, brother? Saadi and his boss?" Hashim laughed involuntarily. "Is this a fight over a girl between you and Saadi?"

Jawaharat smiled and looked at Sheero's expressions, who seemed even more annoyed. "Sheero... when will you bring Sonia home?" Jawaharat asked Hashim, looking at him. Sheero suddenly picked up a file and started reading it, but the bulging vein in his neck was visible.

"What's the point of mentioning that now?" Hashim said, as if swatting a fly away with his nose, and turned his attention to work.

******

The dust that had settled in the heart didn't go away.

In the meantime, the large lounge of the medium-sized bungalow was shining with sunlight. The glass mirror was reflecting the image. If you looked through the window, you could see things being carried inside. With a middle parting and disheveled hair tied in a half-bun, she was swaying and entering the kitchen door." Sadaqat! Is the food ready?"

"Yes, sister, I'm putting out twenty rotis."

"After eating... I have to go to Saadi's place, there's work."

In the lounge, the old father was reading a book in a wheelchair and looked at her involuntarily. She was coming back." How was your day?"

"There was just routine work." She sat on the sofa and started untying her shoe straps. "How was the hearing?"

" Basham Kardar was the client, how could it be?" The old father's face, bent over the book, showed a hint of surprise." Why does every corrupt and sinful person become his client?"

"He's a good defense lawyer, father. He knows how to justify sins." She started tying her hair." I dislike him a lot. He's a very dishonest and cunning person."

"And he's a hypocrite too." Zumra agreed.

The old father put down the book and looked at her face. "What's the matter with Saadi?"

"Hashim had given a birthday card for his daughter's birthday, that's all." She was changing channels with the remote control. "So you go". He said with so much hope and pleading that Zumra looked at him involuntarily. "It doesn't matter if I don't go. I'm not angry with him, father!"

"Then go. You can wish him on his birthday only."

Zumra looked into his eyes. They looked sad. Something happened to her heart.

"He's younger, you're older. If he made a mistake, forgive him. He wasn't with you during your illness. That was really his fault."

"I forgave him a long time ago. I can't think of anything against him. He's my son, after all."

"Then you go give the card yourself. You never know what happens in life. Who knows when someone will leave and the other will regret it for the rest of their life."

She got up without saying anything. The old father kept looking at her, sad. He didn't pick up the book again. As she left the room, she called out to Sadaqat. "Don't tell me about my roti." And he became even more sad. Now her mood had spoiled, and she would lock herself in her room without eating.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, she came out of the room, changed and freshened up. He looked at her in surprise. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Will my grandson not even ask me if I've eaten?" She said seriously, in a normal tone, picked up her cards, and put her purse on her shoulder.

The surprise and uncertainty in his eyes disappeared, and a pleasant confusion took its place. As if someone was afraid to be happy in a dream, lest they wake up. His face lit up. "Do you know that Faris has been released?"

"She took a deep breath, as if pausing at the door. If you're saying that I'm going to ask Saadi how Fars was released, that's not it. I'm straightforward enough that if I need to ask him something, I can call him for four minutes without any hesitation or introduction. Right now, Hashim has asked me for a favor, and I'm going to give it to him." She went out with the same seriousness.

A pleasant surprise appeared on the old father's face. Sadaqat also rushed to the doorstep and was watching them with the same surprised but pleasant expressions.

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