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— H O O R —

. . .

I had a hard time focusing on my work.

All the while, I kept thinking about Zahir and Siya. He is gone with her and the woman with him has no trust of mine. The things that have been happening between us are a reminder of an alarm over and over again.

I can't help but get worried about it time and time again. I think of Zahir almost all the time.

However, I had to focus back on work. The pain in my ankle kept reminding me of its presence whenever I tried to move my foot. I got no other way than to keep it still, not even letting it move an inch.

As spoken earlier, I am good at handling physical pain. It is too much.

Time elapsed and finally, it was sundown.

My work has ended two hours ago. I do not have to add more. Work is endless, to be honest, but my working hours and the schedule I decided for myself contained only the hours I spent doing that stuff.

I move the chair as I face the glass wall of my cabin. I behold the beauty of nature once again, leaning aga