Chapter 29 Ahmad

These days, things hadn't been easy for me. Seeing Humairah around made me to think alot. It seemed like I liked her as well but the more I compare her with my wife, the more I find out she wasn't really beautiful. Rania was practically more beautiful than her and you know how I loved beautiful women!

Humairah started her I.T few weeks ago with us and now she was acquainted with how we used to do our things here. I made her worked with my chief accountant since B.A Economics was what she was studying. She would come as early as possible and go home late at times.

Today, something tragic happened to one of our labourers. He was electrocuted by one of our machines. I didn't know something of that nature had happened until he was taking to the hospital and the bill was passed, that was when my secretary called and informed me about the situation. I was dumbfounded!

When I went to the hospital, I saw Humairah there too. There was no way they could sign the bill issued by the hospital because the fee was very high. They were all counting on me to do that. I had to scold them for hiding the situation from me in the first place and, thus, warned them never to do such thing again. I was their boss and I practically ought to know whatever that was happening in the factory.

"He will be fine" The doctor assured us and left.

Just then my eyes caught up with Humairah's eyes, she quickly averted hers and pretended as if nothing happened. We had only spoken few times ever since she started working with us. She didn't like being around me and always liked being in the company of other female workers. She wasn't that teen I almost raped before, she was now 20 and had grown up.

"Jemima, I am going" She said to my secretary.

"Home or work?" Jemima asked. She ought to ask her because it was already 4pm and today being Friday, the factory normally closed at such hour every Fridays.

"Home, but I will have to go back to the factory and get my things first before going" She said.

"Alright then, see you tomorrow" Jemima said.

Hence, they shook hands with each other and Humairah left. She didn't even care to say a word to me. Like seriously? Wasn't I the boss?

I followed her with my car key dangling in my hand. She was walking so fast that before I reached her, she had already stopped a cab and stormed in. I wanted to have a talk with her so I got into my car and followed her to the factory. She alighted from the cab about paying the cabman when I stormed out of my car and walked over to her. "Humairah, can we talk?" I asked.

"Wha... what do you want?" She stuttered handing the cabman his fare.

"I just want us to talk" I said as the cabman drove away. I really needed to talk to her the fact that she was always running away from me, was I a ghost or something? I didn't remember dying talk more of becoming a ghost. Also, it seemed she didn't have respect for me anymore.

"About what?" She wrinkled a brow.

"See me in my office!" I said and left her there.

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I went to my office and patiently waited for her there. Time went by but she didn't show up, thus I dialed her number to tell her to come to my office right that instant but guess what? "Who is this?" was what she said as soon as she picked the call, which means she didn't have my contact in her phone anymore. Good for her!

"It's me, your boss" I muttered.

"Well, I am already home" She scoffed.

"Home?" I puzzled. "Are you mad? Didn't I told you to meet me in my office? Are you sick?"

"Kai, kada ka zage ni (hey, don't insult me). You told me to see you in your office but you didn't specify when. How do you expect me to know?" She blamed me.

"No, you knew exactly what I meant!" I said.

"Maybe yes" She said and terminated the call.

Goddammit! I muttered a curse under my breath and quickly dialed her number again.

"Ahmad, dan Allah kada ka dame ni (please don't disturb me). Leave me alone, please just leave me alone!" She squealed and quickly ended the call again.

In anger, I tried her number again and again but to no avail hence I felt a strange pain in my heart. It had never happen before. What was wrong with me? I wondered placing my hand on my chest. It better not be hypertension because I was too young for it, or wasn't I?