Walking back home i realized I forgot to tell Eman something. I fumbled for my phone and dialed his number, hoping he would pick up. Once he picked up, without a moment's hesitation, I poured out my request, my words coming out in a rush, "Eman, I need full-time security coverage for my block, around the clock, 24/7. You must understand this, Eman. Assemble a team of six men, organizing shifts with two men per rotation. Their job is to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and if they spot anything unusual, they need to contact me immediately. Do you get that?
soft but affirmative "Mhm, don't worry," was his quiet reassurance unlike his usual hype attitude.
However, as I continued my journey homeward, an internal battle raged within me. Frustration and impatience welled up, threatening to spill over. Yet, I sternly admonished myself, "God damn it, Dionis! No room for anger. No emotions, remember? Focus, motherfucker, focus."
