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Zaahida took a look at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were all red and puffy for crying too much. "This is all that bit**'s fault! I'm going to make her pay for this."

Dashing to where her handbag was on the bed, she fumbled for her phone. She dialed Mr. Idris's number, but before it could ring, she ended it. She didn't want him to disturb him with such little matters. Instead, she opted for Nazmeera. Since Nazmeera was on her side, she'd advise her on what to do next. She had seen how serious Bilal was when he told her to leave the house.

"Hello, Naz," she started as soon as the call was accepted, her voice laced with urgency. "I really need your help right now."

"Calm down, Zaahida and tell me what's wrong. Why do you sound out of breath?" Nazmeera asked.

"It's Bilal! He—"

Nazmeera heavy breath filled Zaahida's ear. "Again?"

"He told me to leave the house." She continued, fidgeting with her fingers.

"What?" Nazmeera exclaimed. "What did you do this time,