"What did you graduate from?"

Fathia tried to normalize her breathing rate. In front of him, sits Arslan casually. Wearing a black collared shirt combined with knee-length pants and relaxed house slippers. Choosing to sit in one of the rooms where the large TV is not functioning on the right wing, Fathia was indeed asked to follow the man.

When Arslan watched those standing in front of the large portrait of his Om, Arslan was a little displeased. They were strangers, he thought. Why should you pay attention to everything in this house in such detail?

Walked unhesitatingly towards them who were like people whispering, and sure enough, there was...