Eighteen

Chapter 18

Yusuf

He was sitting in the library when his phone rang.

"Hello, Yusluv," Zainab's voice slurred out.

"I'm busy now," he said agitatedly, ready to hang up before she interrupted him. 

"Wait, what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"I'm alright. How is your husband? My regards to him," he said tiredly.

"Yusuf, you know that you can tell me anything. We are always each other's rocks." 

"OK. Later, please. I'm coming to your apartment," he hung up, sighed, then pinched his nose bridge in frustration. 

He rested his head on his hands. He couldn't even think without her. The CCTV cameras didn't show anything-everything was blurred. The person behind it knew him very well.

He sighed and got to his room to freshen up and got some sleep.

***

"Assalamualaikum," he entered Zainab's apartment and took a seat.

He sat on the chair and heard her say, "a minute, I'm coming".