part 135: (nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

“I’m losing my mind and all you can tell me is you’re trying????? Well you’re not trying hard enough! My son is missing for days already and there’s nothing you guys have done thus far!”

The officers at the police station were so used to tasha. Ever since nicks disappearance, she’s been in and out nagging them to do something.

They’ve opened up a missing person document and they’ve passed the word around. What more can they do? To them, there’s more serious things happening in the world. There’s people speeding on the roads that’s more important and ofcourse that necessity of checking on foreigners papers too. But a missing kid isn’t all that important to them.

So they sit behind their desks ignoring tashas ranting and raving.

She feels lost and despondent. How will she live without her only child? She feels alone. Tom has become so distant and uninterested in her. Actually they haven’t spoken ever since their argument the other day.

They’ve still been sleeping in separate rooms. He makes no effort whatsoever to apologise and neither does tasha. But eventually she knows that she’ll be the one to bow down and say she’s sorry.

Tasha forgot her cellphone at home in all the rush. So when she got home after another day of nagging them at the police station, she found 3 miscalls from a number she didn’t recognise.

By now all the angry parents had already called so she was hoping that it wasn’t one more. She had enough of everyones scolding and insults.

So when her phone began to ring again with the same number flashing on the screen, she contemplated whether she should answer or not.

She braced herself for yet another persons swearing, sighed and answered.

“Hello, tasha speaking..”

*silence*

“Hello?”

*silence again*

She was about to put the phone down when she heard an all too familiar voice.. A voice she’s been dying to hear in the couple of days that passed.

“Mum”

“NiCK!!!l nick baby?where are you? Are you okay? Oh nick please come home. Whatevers happened is over and done with. We can sort things out. Please son, just come home. I’m losing it here without you”

*silence*

“Nick! Where are you son? Tell me and I’ll come right now to fetch you..”

“I can’t…”

“You can’t what? Please nicky… Just tell me! I’m not angry with you. I know you’ve made a mistake. Please just come home baby”

Nick sighed loudly… He knew he had to phone his mother but he had no idea what he was supposed to say to her. He wasn’t even sure if he was ready to go home yet. But hanzalah had convinced him that it was the right thing to do.. So before putting the phone down, he gave his mother the address and then waited impatiently for her to arrive.

He was afraid that she would come with the cops.

What if they took away and put him in jail?

Would she hit him?

Tasha never lifted her hand up on nick before. But would this be his first time?

But she sounded genuinely concerned about him. She wounded like she was in major distress. And nick felt even more guilty for all that he’d done.

Hanzalah put his hand on nicks shoulder. “Don’t worry nicholas. Everything will be fine. Maybe things will change from here on. But everything will get better eventually.”

Nick smiled weakly “thanks nerd boy. Thanks a lot! I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for everything.”

“No need to thank me. Our doors are always open for you nicholas. Anytime you need anything, we’re here to help.”

And that’s when the doorbell rang. Tasha had arrived.

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