"So, have you ever been married?" Hamdan began his new question.
"Yes sir. I am a widower," Dirga responded briefly.
For a brief moment, Hamdan remained silent. He adjusts his seat slightly sideways to face the man his daughter adores.
"By divorce or by death?"
"I divorced about five years ago, sir."
"Do you believe I can comprehend the reason for your divorce?"
"I was in an accident that nearly killed me and caused me... I'm not sure, sir... According to the doctors, having children would be extremely difficult for me."
Hamdan attempted to read Dirga's expression. There's bitterness there. The bitter expression he'd ever seen on his late mother's face. The bitterness that exists as a result of betrayal's wound.
"Who is the traitor?" The crushing question escaped Hamdan's lip
