"Yes I have.....but have we even started the marriage preparations?......When exactly are you starting preparations for opening the garment company?" A lump of disappointment stuck in Farouq's throat; seriously, this man was genuinely starting to forget he was getting married. He had just handed him full responsibility for everything without worrying or asking what was happening or where he was.
"I swear to God, you almost choked me......have you forgotten the young lady you're supposed to marry, the one you even paid the dowry for? You most likely have memory formation, right?" This time, the sarcastic tone of his laugh even reached Farouq's ears.
''Calm down for us dude......is the matter that painful?"
"It's more than painful," he said, feeling provoked.
"Well, I'm sorry......but you know......I have many important things in front of me......and you are my lawyer everywhere......you should just decide on everything suitable......I gave you free rein." He said calmly, because the explanation seemed to annoy Farouq again, since he saw he could be wasting his breath on things Farouq himself didn't consider important. The brief silence Farouq kept and how he sighed confirmed his anger had subsided. Even if they didn't stay angry with each other long, once Farouq digested what was inside him, that was fine. But what's with all the stubbornness? You'll be doing something for him, but his meekness won't let him show you even that you're not doing it right, until he finally explodes.
“Talk to them, Abdulghafar......for now, they should relax their preparations for the girl.”
"For what reason?" Fu'ad turned to him sharply, adjusting himself very properly on the arm of the chair he was sitting on.
“I think it's probably best she remarries.....despite everything, you must give her security and a guard, due to the security situation the country is in. And until now, she's been part of us......anyone bearing our name must be given security.”
"Forget about it, Farouq......she's gonna be able to do what you....." Then he cut himself off, pulling a thin thread. He himself had never once heard anything resembling agreement or acceptance of the girl.....there were many things he suspected about her, which had only increased since she appeared to him at the ZABIN MAAMAH residence.
"Do you have concerns about her actions?" Farouq asked him, gathering his thoughts.
"Never mind......let's drop this, didn't you ask me about everything, dude?" He said the words calmly, as if the business talk gave him more peace regarding the marriage issue.
“About everything? About your business? Is that your only worry?”
