Telephone

The time period is of 90' and 80'

𝔸 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒 "𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖"

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"I have an other suggestion," Akber's wife chimed in again. "If nobody wants to be responsible, then let's share the responsibility. Let each of us suggest a single digit."

"That's smart," Akber agreed, always fond of his wife's proposals and gave me a number.
"Two."

I repeated, "Two."

His wife added, "Nine."

"Zero," Kamal contributed, then turned to his wife. "Your turn." He says close to her ear.

"Me? I don't know what to say." She hesitated for a bit "Okay - four."

Murad joined in, "Five."

Only Murad's wife didn't have a chance to suggest a number because the telephone began ringing.

It rang and rang but nobody picked up

"My fiancé must be sleeping," I quipped, and everyone burst into laughter.

I than hung up the phone.

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