Cigar Gets His Wife Angry

At the airport, Maulana and his team reached the security check. The guard patted down Cigar and felt something unusual. "Sir, there's something under your kameez. Please take it out."

Cigar hesitated, but eventually removed a bundle of cigars taped to his body. "Thank you, sir," the guard said. Maulana rubbed his eyes in disappointment.

As they boarded the plane, the air hostess greeted them with a warm smile. Everyone acted normally, but Cigar suddenly stopped, clutching his head. "Oh, my head hurts!"

The hostess cried out in concern, "Sir, are you okay?" Cigar began to cry, "Oh, my wife never proved to be a good one." He then turned to the hostess and said, "You're so beautiful. I wish we had met before."

The hostess pointed to his back, where his wife stood in hijab, giving him a death stare. Cigar's expression changed, and he rushed towards the exit, pushing past others. "Hey, hey! My God! Now I'm completely free."

Red intervened, taking Cigar aside. "Behave yourself, Cigar. What are you doing?" Cigar whispered, "Sorry, Maulana. There are some weak points of mine. I just can't help it."

Maulana hissed, "Shut up and act normal!" Cigar retorted, "Act normal? My passport says my name is Cigar! My wife just broke up with me. I'm going on an adventure that could kill me. We're looking super suspicious in these white shalwar kameez and black coats. My life is over... At least let me get some sleep."

Cigar pulled out a napkin and dozed off. Meanwhile, Maulana adjusted his bright white turban and gazed out the window as the plane took off. The team sat together in economy class, trying to blend in.