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Ramlah took in a deep breath before finally walking down the stairs and out of the house. Dr. Muslim black car parked outside was the first thing she saw when she stepped through the gate.

With a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty, Ramlah approached the car. And immediately she did, the car door swung open, revealing Dr. Muslim. Ramlah hesitated for a moment, her heart racing in her chest, before finally sliding into the front seat.

For the next five minutes, silence dominated the atmosphere. Ramlah didn't know where to start from. Dr. Muslim didn't speak either. It seemed as though he was also gathering his thoughts. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Your sister called earlier," He began, his voice low.

"I know," Ramlah responded curtly, her tone defensive. She wanted to ask him why he'd been avoiding her calls but like a coward, the words died on her tongue.

"She said she wants to speak with me," he continued. "What is it?"

Ramlah hummed. The conversation was get