Epilogue (1/2)
Dr Sandra entered her office a bit later than usual. Her husband suddenly had a toothache. He's only an adult in name - but was afraid of the dentist.
Without even being able to sit down, he phone rang.
”h.e.l.lo?”
”Hey, Sandra. It's Fara.
”Hey! How's the new job?”
”Good, good. Thanks, by the way. If not for you becoming my referee, I'm not sure whether I'd get this job.”
”Stop talking nonsense. Your qualification is more than enough.”
It was silent at the other end of the line. Sandra knew why she called. But Sandra let her take her time. Well, it's not something simple.
”How is he?” finally the question came out for Sandra.
”He's okay. In fact, mu next appointment is with him,” said Sandra.
”Is he really okay?”
Sandra sighed. ”He can function. That's what's important, right?”
”You… never believed what I told you, right?”
”Look, Fara. You and me, we have different beliefs. Don't let it come between our friends.h.i.+p, okay?”
The caller was silent. Silence doesn't necessarily meant approval.
”Fara, if you don't agree with mu diagnosis, you I can refer him to another psychiatrist.”
”No! I mean… I have faith in you. I'm sure he's doing well.”
”You sure you don't want to meet him anymore? He talks about you all the time, you know?”
”Yeah? Which one?”
Sandra didn't answer but instead smiled bitterly to herself.
”Okay, Sandra. I don't want to bother you while you're working. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye.”
”Bye.”
A Sandra hung up, her personal a.s.sistant knocked the door. ”Ready for your 2 o'clock, doc?”
”Sure, send him in,” said Sandra while opening the file of her patient.
The man aged around 30 entered Sandra's office and sat in front of her. He was still handsome and stylish, the man smiled to Sandra while taking off his Police rand shades and put it in his black s.h.i.+rt's pocket.
”So, how are we doing today, Mr Khalil Abdullah?”
”I told you we should've moved earlier! Moving in the afternoon is too hot,” complained KJ from the back seat.
The driving Khalil looked at Gibbs. Gibbs made a face.
”You're noisy! Ray's car has an air-cond. What are you being so noisy for?”
”Yeah. It's a road trip. We're definitely going to stop for food, swimming in the river, and other stuff. Where's the air-cond then?”
”How stupid can you be? It'd already be evening when we stop. No more scorching sun. If he move in the morning, only then we would have to bear the heat.”
Khalil smiled listening to Gibbs and KJ quarrelling.