The room is quiet like a grave yard, no one wants to be the giver of bad news though we all know too well that there must be someone who will happily answer such question in a situation like this.Mansir is seriously enjoying this moment. He cleared his throat like someone who was about to tell a long story.

" Dear sister " he walks to her side and put his left hand around her shoulder

" what is it you guys aren't telling me, don't tell me Ya sadiq is dead,please don't" she pleaded almost at the verge of tears.

Hajiya Maimuna and Mansir wished he had died, it...