Broken trust

Chapter nineteen

'Can someone give me an extremely good reason why my wife is being taken to the blue quilt garden?' Hameed barged into Maish's office looking extremely angry.

He had gone back to the hall where the party was going on to look for Amal, obviously leaving her alone in this place has been riling him up. He couldn't stop thinking something horrible will happen to her or worse, she finds out who he really is. But much to his surprise Amal was nowhere to be found, he decided to give her a call and find out where she could be, he dialled her number but he was sent to voicemail. Apparently her phone is off, he really can't figure out why she doesn't charge her phone, which issue alone has created a very huge argument between them for the past few years and yet she never changes!

Hameed came to the realisation that she got bored and decided to leave without him; he did leave her alone after all. He wasn't going to hear the end of it, that he was certain. Deciding to bid the team goodbye and head back to his doom, he rushed to Maish's office but on his way there, he caught a glimpse of something strange.

For Amal was with Sardat and Amaar heading towards the private elevator that takes them to the underground where it then transfer them to their secret layer of meetings and important assassin matters. But what confused him the more is why Sardat and Amal are heading towards that secret elevator with Amaar nonetheless!

He called her name and to his dismay, they all froze and she turned. Without a doubt that was the love of his life with two dangerous assassins. He rushed forward but before he reached them they escaped through the comfort of the damn elevator!

Who the hell invented this elevator thingy?!

Hameed rushed towards Maish's office to demand answers, because he couldn't for the life of him think of a single reason why Amal will be in the presence of those horrible creatures called humans.

'Can someone give me an extremely good reason why my wife is being taken to the blue quilt garden?'

Maish looked up only to be met with a very, very, very furious Hameed. He gently rubbed his temple with his eyes closed; he knew hell was going to break loose because of the stupid actions of his son. The fact was very obvious that Hameed is very much in love with the assignment and even though, his actions are unquestionable, there is nothing anyone can do about it.

'Why don't you have a seat while we wait for the man of honour.' He offered as he lit up his cigarette and brought out the cigarette receptacle and placed it on the table in front of him. Hameed reluctantly sat down on the couch just beside the door, he unconsciously started thumping his fingers on his knees, something he usually does when he's anxious or he is extremely pissed. It certainly is the later!

He felt like he was losing his mind just sitting here doing nothing when his wife is all alone with those monsters. He just wanted to be with her, to see her lovely smile that makes his heart flutter, he wanted to hold her and have the assurance that she was safe...with him. If only wishes were horses!

He kept to himself, planning the various ways he could make Sardat surfer, if something happens to his princess, he will surely subject him to fate far worse than death. That was a promise, which he very much will like to fulfil. How dare he!

Hameed was so consumed in his delicious thoughts on the many ways to make people suffer without killing them that he almost didn't notice Sardat walk in, almost.

He lunged for him and grabbed him by the neck, he smashed him to the wall and tightened his grip on Sardat's neck thereby resulting to the difficulty in breathing Sardat was having.

'Nnnmmgg.....nnmg....' that was the sound Sardat was able to form. His veins started to show and his eyes went wide almost ready to pop out of his socket.

'Where. Is. she?' Hameed asked his voice so low and menacingly. If it wasn't the close proximity he was with Sardat, he in fact wouldn't have heard it but he did, and the sound alone sent shivers down his spine. Sardat knew he made a mistake taking her to the cursed garden but he had no choice, she was a traitor, a spy, who was there to expose them if that, was the only thing she was going to do or if she works for another league of assassins, which will by far be worst. He had to treat her with caution; he had to take her there, where people like her are taken. Spies!

'mmrrggg....ngmm...'

Hameed apparently was not satisfied with Sardat's very clear answer as to where Amal was because he tightened his grip more. He clearly wasn't in his right mind because if he was, he would have notice Sardat could not in fact answer his question due to his lack of breathing and it so looks that all his thought are focused on how he could free himself from Hameed's deadth grip, so he could take in some lungful air into his poor lungs.

'Now, now, boys why don't we all calm down and talk like real men...no need for violence, at least not now.' Maish finally cut in, he was fed up with all this drama. He walked towards them and placed his hand on Hameed's as if trying to warn him not to overdo it. Hameed released his hold on Sardat and the poor man was rather eager to breathe in too much air into his lungs, he coughed and settled on the floor holding his assaulted throat. After sometime after he seemed composed enough, he helped himself up and threw a death glare towards Hameed.

'That was totally unnecessary man! Your wife is perfectly safe...for now at least'. He smirked.

Hameed got up to lunge for him again but Maish hurriedly intercepted.

'Knock it off Sardat, where is the girl?' He asked sternly.

'She is where she is supposed to be, in the cursed garden.' He answered unfazed.

Hameed felt his temper rise up again, he was not sure if they are all going to leave this place alive, one of them definitely isn't. Sardat is going to lose his head!

'Why is the girl taken to the blue quilt garden Sardat?' maish asked again, but this time, his voice held unspoken warning because if Hameed did not kill him, he will certainly do it himself . Sardat has always been a drama queen always creating suspense just to rile people up. It has something to do with psychologist nonsense and he wasn't going to entertain it now... definitely not now.

'Well, seeing you both worried about the girl I guess delaying any further will not be a good thing.' he muttered more to himself than to them. He just wasn't ready to tell them just yet, but he knew there wasn't a way out of this, they want answers and they want them now!

'The girl is a spy, she knows everything, she has known from the very start!!!'

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