It's All In The Mind √

Chapter Twenty One

The class had just dispersed when Adnan Sami rolled like a roller coaster into the music room with a serious face.

Shaahid greeted him with a smile.

" Azaad's mother doesn't want to send him back. I called, I promise. " , he sounded not very well.

" I see. " , Shaahid scratched his chin.

Adnan sat on a chair.
" Will this lead to some bad omen on me? "

" Like, your uncle talking? "

Adnan stared at him in a way as if he's a police trying to judge the criminal's mindset.

" How can my uncle talking be a bad omen? "

" Ermm... If it isn't, you wouldn't have called Azaad's mom after I said he would talk. " , Shaahid grinned.

Adnan now stared as if he was a cat who had just fallen into a cold water well.

He took sometime and then said.
" You stay in Saajid Ali's place. Maybe that woman Sakina told you something that makes you feel that I'm a bad person. "

" No. Sakina did not say anything. But I have stayed in Fareedpur long enough to know about people and their backgrounds. " , Shaahid said.

Adnan frowned more.
" Look. My uncle does not like me for very baseless reasons. I got the property as my right. And now that he's paralysed is not because of me as well. I could have easily left him to rot in some old-age home after getting all the money. But I have kept him with me and I take care of him. Okay, it's true that I don't want him to heal completely because he might play any game and take the money away from me again. Though there's no way actually because everything's mine now.... "

Adnan Sami as if talked to himself calculating pros and cons. Shaahid knew he could ask about Salman. But he deliberately didn't. He needed time and he would take..

" It's okay sir if Azaad doesn't want to study here anymore. You will get better students. "

Adnan Sami immediately got up and rolled out of the room.

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" Why are you here again? "

The charcoal stick who looked like a woman stood at the door with cringes on the face.

" I heard Azaad won't return to Allah Meherban Public School?
Why? "
Shaahid asked.

" I already told that day, I won't send my son back. " ,she folded her arms across her chest.

" I understand you are angry with the principal. But he isn't everything.
The school is good. Which other school are you sending him to? "

" That's none of your concern mister!
And the principal isn't the only cause.
You are your likewises are as well. ", the woman shook her head vigorously.

" I didn't get you. " , Shaahid was completely startled.

" Before you came that handsome man Salman Siddiqui.
I don't understand what is the exact cause of interest you people have in my son.
He's not even brilliant. He's dumb like his father. He smells like our dog. He doesn't even have the fighting spirit like my daughter.
When he sleeps he drools and wets the pillows. He eats like I haven't fed him since birth.
He follows his idiot father's ideals.

I don't think he should be the matter of interest to you guys, unless you all are deranged yourself.

Have a terrible day. "

Shaahid fell back with the intensity the door closed.

He then got up, and walked home like a vagabond, trying to judge everything she blabbered.