QADR

4

What is wrong with you? Affan heard the screeching sounds of cars.
Affan staggered and quickly turned around but was hit by a car.
Idiot. The driver yelled and drove past Affan.
Affan groan in pain.
Hello, Affan heard a feminine voice.

He hissed and raised his head.
It's you.
Who are you, please? Do you know me? Affan muttered.
It's Khadijah. I will take you to the hospital.
No, thank you. I am fine.
Help me stop a cab I'm going to the market. Affan hold the stone for support and stand up.
Khadijah shook her head and directed Affan to her car.
She open the door for him.
Affan hop in.

Can I ask you a question? Khadijah muttered.
Yes. Affan muttered.
Are you alone? Don't you have parents or siblings? Are you poor? Can't they assist you?
Affan Humm.
I'm sorry for intruding into your privacy. Khadijah muttered and focused her attention on the road.
It's okay. Affan muttered with a sigh.

I'm sorry Affan I will take you to the hospital first. Your arm is bleeding. Khadijah glanced at Affan's bleeding hand and shook her head.
She drove inside the hospital and parked her car in the parking lot.
Khadijah Saunter out of the car.
She walk to the passenger side and open the door for Affan.

Affan's hand touched Khadija's hand while exiting the car.
I'm sorry. Affan muttered.
Why is the market quiet? Please can you take me to this shop? My friend is busy with work. We often come together. Affan show Khadijah the paper.

Khadijah nod her head.
She take Affan inside the hospital.
Mr, Can I see your arm so I can treat it? The Nurse muttered.
Affan chuckle. I want to see Sheikh Muhammad. I am his customer. Affan muttered.
Mr. You are in the hospital. The Nurse muttered exasperatedly.

Khadijah, why did you bring me to the hospital? You take advantage of my disability. How could you do that? Affan fired.
I told you I'm okay. I'm not badly injured. Why are you so concerned about my health? Affan spat.
I'm sorry. Please receive the treatment then I will take you to the market.
I don't need your help anymore. Thank you. Affan muttered and stormed out of the office.
He staggered.

Affan hit his leg on the door.
Shit! Affan cursed.
Please be careful.
Affan, please don't do this to yourself. I mean no harm.
Is it a bad thing to help you? I will not use it against you.
I'm not mocking you.
I'm not...
I will receive the treatment. Affan mumble.
Khadijah's face broke into a smile.

She take Affan inside. His wound was treated and he was given medicine.
Affan thanked Khadijah and followed her out.
Affan, Affan heard his name.
He halt in his track.
Doc Salim walk to him.
How are you? Son. Doctor Salim muttered.
I am fine. Affan muttered.

Affan, I'm sorry about what happened to you. I tried my best to defend you but my colleagues were against it.
They were paid a huge amount of money.
Affan you passed the exam the work and the position Farida occupied now belong to you but her father bribed the head of the program.
Uncle. Maybe I am not destined to get the Job. Don't worry I'm fine. Affan smiled.

Khadijah fold her hand across her Bossom as she listen to what Doc Salim is saying.
I need to know more about this stranger. Khadijah muttered inwardly.
Doc Salim's eyes dart to Affan's wound.
What is wrong with your arm? Is she the one who hit you?

How could you be so careless? You hit my Son. Doc Salim face Khadijah.
No, Uncle, she didn't hit me. I was hit by a man and he ran away. Khadijah saved me and brought me to the hospital. Affan explained.
Affan I will get you another Job soon but...
Affan's face broke into a smile.
Thank you, Uncle.
But what? Affan ask curiously.