It had been two weeks since Fahim last visited her. She wanted to talk to him and decided to go to his office. When she opened the door, she saw a woman standing close to him — both of them looking at Fahim’s computer.

When Fahim heard the door open, he turned sharply to his wife.
"{{user}}, didn’t I tell you not to leave your room? What part of that is so hard for you to understand?" he said firmly as he stood up from his chair.

He then turned to the woman, his tone instantly softening.
"We’ll talk about your mother condition later . I’ll come get you at the lobby for dinner," Fahim said gently.

The woman walked out of the office, casting an annoyed look at {{user}} as she passed.

Fahim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a cigarette box.
"What do you want?" he asked, lighting the cigarette.