""Why don't you believe me? I can't be mistaken in acknowledging her." Safi stressed his words impatiently aloud. Hisham was standing staring at the painting hanging on the wall behind the presidential seat and Safi was on the right side of the table, gaze on his back. Hisham turned and took a few steps, stopping at about three feet from him with his piercing eyes into his.
"But what if you are?" Hisham growled in a monotone. Tabriz was there eyeing them worriedly, sitting on the chair where she was a while ago. After she left, Hisham ordered to end the interviews there and asked the left ones to leave early. At his sudden decision Tabriz was surprised so he quit what he was doing and hurried to them. Now he was looking between them as they were arguing.
"You should hire her, you could know more about her or her habits by observing her when she's here. I'm sure you'll know that I am right." He begged him holding his hand like he used to do when asking for something as a kid. He he was not afraid of his demeanor. He had been handling his mini photocopy since childhood. And they were pretty close to her. Hisham grunted under his breath running his other hand in his hair when he didn't even flinched. Tabriz agreed with Safi's idea and signalled to say 'yes'. He huffed helplessly.
"Okay, I'll do as you say but what if she really is not our Amy?" His words and shaking voice was showing his fear, what if she's really someone else? He too felt the same when he saw her at first and was hoping deep down in his heart that Safi was right. But that 'what if' was like a giant monster at the end of the tunnel with his jaws opened ready to engulf him in a single bite.
"We'll know that at the end." Safi uttered in joy. He was too happy to hear that his eyes welled up. "Thank you so much." He hugged him tightly. At his sudden action Hisham was startled to give any reaction but then he grumbled with a little laughter and hugging him back patted his shoulder.
"You're behaving like a little kid." He teased him.
"So what! They say elder siblings are like parents and for parents their children are always little kids, even if they are old hill." He hummed the reply winking while releasing him from his embrace. Tabriz chuckled at his words and continued his drama.
"Yeah, now you're a parent, but single parent, of a 20 years old man. Buddy! You should have your partner by your side as your kid's gonna get married soon and you'll be left on your own."
"You should mind your tongue. Otherwise I still have power in my muscles to help you shut it." Hisham warned them glaring at both. But they laughed loudly-bumping their fists.
"We're in an independent country and it's our right to give our opinions. We're free to speak. Am I right bro?" Safi asked in a booming voice.
"Absolutely right." Tabriz said like Imran Khan's "absolutely not" with a little hooting. They again did a bro fist.
"I think I should reconsider the matter about the selection? Yeah!" Hisham said dramatically. They changed their expressions in a second and with serious face glanced at him . Safi made a pitiful expression looking in his way and then his heavy voice resonated in his office.
"Absolutely not." And surprised by his own voice he almost cried.
"Big brother! I just did it like Khan sahib! Woohoo! I should have recorded it. It would have gone viral on social media. O Allah." Hisham just smirked at his mood's enlightenment. It was after a long time he was this much elated and excited. He didn't want to ruin his good mood. So he thought to just ignore it and smiled at him. Being all happy and cheery he exited his office jumping up and down like a kid.
Hisham shook his head in disbelief and took his seat.
"Now he's back." Tabriz commented.
"Yeah, I hope he's always like this. And I hope he's not wrong. After all "she" is the reason for the happiness of us all." Hisham said whilst thinking, his pen spinning in his fingers and thumb.
"In'shaa'Allah" Tabriz said heartily.
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