The Contract

Part Seven

Zoya held onto her hips breathlessly, "Gosh, I am so tired" she huffed as she pushed her feet to carry on walking. All these weeks without work had made her first week at her new job all the more difficult.

"Zoya, dont forget you have a new patient now" someone shouted

"Got it, on the way now" Zoya replied, pushing open the door to see a woman sat facing away from her, long black hair trailed down her back. "Good morning" Zoya chirped

The woman didnt move, Zoya stepped closer, sitting infront of her "My name is Zoya, im going to be talking to you today, if that's okay"

The woman nodded, still looking away "When will he come"

"When will who come" Zoya asked, confused

"My husband, I miss him" she said sadly

"Hm, I see, why dont you tell me about him" Zoya prodded

She smiled, turning to face Zoya "He's ever so nice, makes me laugh but he doesnt visit me anymore, I dont know where he's gone, my son says hes dead, but I dont believe him" she giggled, playing with her hair

"Why dont you believe him Anjana" Zoya began to write

"Because he wouldn't leave me Zoya, he loves me, but my son wont listen" she began to get angry, her hands gripping the table

"Tell me about your son"

"He always comes and eats lunch with me you know, he is good like that, but he doesnt like speaking about his father" she replied

"Hm, why do you think that is" Zoya inquired, she couldn't help but think of the mystery behind Anjana's husband and her son

"My husband didnt like my son very much when he grew up, my son could never forgive his father for his mistakes"

"Mistakes"

Anjana shook her head "My son will be here soon"

Zoya nodded "That's okay, it was nice meeting you"

Anjana paused "Why dont you meet my son, he will be here soon, he can be a bit scary, but he is kind"

Zoya laughed, she couldn't help but think of another certain someone with that description "Sure, I would be honoured"

The door was pushed open "Hey ma, I got lunch" he kissed her cheek then looked forward, his cheeks tinging red "Zoya" he muttered

Zoya looked up slowly "Oh, uh hey" she gulped, well this did explain a lot. "Uh, how are you"

Aditya's jaw clenched "Can I speak to you outside, now"

Zoya nodded, following him outside

"Look, I, me and my mother do not need your help, I dont care what you think of me, just"

"Hey" her voice softened "Dont shut me out now, im not going to judge you for your mother being in an asylum Aditya"

He huffed loudly "Stay away from my mother Zoya, and stay away from me, we dont need to be fixed by you"

Zoya frowned "Im not here to hurt you Aditya, I know you're scared and thats okay"

"Stop fucking analysing me"

"Don't swear" she argued back "Stop doing this Aditya, before you push everyone away, all I want is to be your friend"

"Well, I dont want to be yours" he growled, turning to see Anjana stood behind him

"Adi, why are you talking to Zoya like that, dont you like her"

Zoya pursed her lips "Oh, um we were just having a conversation is all" she smiled "Anyway, I best be going, it was lovely meeting you Anjana, but im afraid I wont be carrying on your treatment"