As soon as Thezin entered the living room of his house, he saw Naheem rubbing his eyes with his palms. It was 2.15 am. Naheem sprang up from the chair, realizing that the time to leave had arrived. Thezin greeted Naheem and said, “I am sorry. We got delayed at the station. Did you inform your family that you would be late?”
“Yes,” said Naheem.
“Fine,” said Thezin. “Come, let me take you to the car. Rezaihan is waiting.”
Naheem said goodbye to Nasreena and Thazleena.
Inside the bedroom, Nasreena and Thazleena sat next to each other, leaning against the headboard of the bed. On one side, Thazeem slept in the same red shirt and black trousers he had worn during the visit to Shameema’s house. After saying goodbye to Rezaihan and Naheem, Thezin flopped down on a chair near the bed.
“Will they free Upa soon?” asked Thazleena.
“I don’t know,” he said, cracking a knuckle. In the deathly silence, the sound was like a bone breaking. “We have to hope for the best. The police wanted us to pay the cost of the necklace, but Upa refused.”
“I agreed with Upa when he told me,” said Nasreena. Everyone stared downwards, lost in their thoughts. They knew there were…