Of Roses & Briefcase

Chapter 5

"Hey, excuse me, Miss! Umm.. Sorry but I was instructed by Sir Razlan to make sure you change your clothes to the one he conditioned you to" Susan's finger pointed directly to the bag that I was holding with my left hand. I exhaled out loud accidentally which made her scowled trying to figure out what had happened during the interview. I quickly gave her a half smile and went away.

Hish! what's his problem? Forcing me to accept this clothes yet another condition only to be forgiven?! Ugh, he was the one who freaking stared at my butt and suddenly now, I've to obey him! Luckily he's the boss or else I would have pricked his eyes with my two fingers! Mumbled Myra angrily while heading out to the ladies again to change her attire.

She took out the green baju kurung from the white paper bag, a black colour words that spelled 'Lan Baharin' were written on it. Wow.. This must be worth bags of gold coins! She knew that the clothes was totally from a well-known fashion designer, thus holding the blouse closer to her nose to capture a scent of newly expensive smell, the softness of the materials made was like touching a baby's skin. Her eyes sparkled with happiness but she immediately erased that feeling away, she knew she couldn't take this and promised to herself that she will return it back to him after sending them to the laundry.

Expensive clothes like this needs to be dry cleaned to keep it in a superb condition. She sighed to herself. With full care, she changed her clothes to the one Razlan gave it to her. She then looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror, she felt weird. Not in a bad way, but in a way she, herself couldn't even utter it into words, indescribable.

On the other hand, In Razlan's office, he's sitting on his leather seat, smiling to himself. Susan caught him giggling silently, even when she knocked on his door, he didn't even realize her entering his room. Only he knows what's on his mind. Well, clearly he couldn't stop replaying the interview with Myra in his mind. And maybe he's figuring out the next condition for her. He liked the feeling that existed in his heart, the feeling of satisfaction and excitement he gets when he teased her.

After a while, he finally came back to his senses, too busy day dreaming until he wasn't aware of the meeting he had to attend in 5 minutes. He flipped through the files as fast as lightning to get an idea of what the meeting is about. Then he got up from his chair and walked out from his office just like the participants in Big Walk competition, putting on his coat at the same time.

After two hours, the meeting finally ended. Razlan released out a huge breath, stretching his waist from side to side, cracking his fingers too. He sure was exhausted though it had been only a few hours spent at the office but works were piling up ever since they started a new major project. He looked over to the watch on his left wrist, it's at half past two, he hasn't prayed Zuhr yet. He knows it's not good to delay solat.

Saad bin Abi Waqqas said: "I asked Allah's Messenger (SAW) about the meaning of 'unmindful,' and he replied: 'It is delaying it (the prayer) up to the end of its prescribed time.'" While Allah calls such people, they are lazy and perform the prayer very late. He has promised them,(Wayl), which signifies a great punishment. Some say, "Wayl is a valley in Hell, exceedingly hot, and that is the place for those who delay or miss the prayer, excepting the ones who repent and correct their habits."

A sudden remembrance from the khutbah he attended from the last Jumaat prayers. Every single words that came out from the ustadh's mouth brought shivers through his spine, he was terrified with the punishments Allah has promised to those whom had sinned. He paced towards the Praying Room, took his wudu' and prayed Zuhr.

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It has been a while since he slept over at mum's place. He decided to stay for the night to spend some quality time with his mother, Roslina.