After dinner, the bedroom felt very empty because of the absence of Zulfa, who usually had a peaceful atmosphere because of his wife's presence. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face roughly.
Dilemma, that's what the man feels who is currently staring at the ceiling of the room with his body supine on a king-size soft mattress. His head thought about the various problems that were currently growing and creeping into every crevice of his brain. The more you think about it, the more trapped you will feel.
Glancing at the clock on the wall hanging directly on the wall in front of him, showed that 8 p.m. was a sign that the time had not yet hit midnight.
"Should I call Rani?"
The question finally came out of Farel's mouth, he looked at the cellphone lying untouched, not far from where he fell asleep.
