(Nafas)
As I hug the envelope in my hands, I walk toward the receptionist’s desk and stop in front of it.
The receptionist looks up.
“Hi. I wanted to see Engineer Nasr.”
The receptionist stands up.
“Mrs. Nasr, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you last time.”
I blink several times. She continues.
“The engineer reminded me that you’re his wife.”
I clutch the envelope tighter with my fingers, and a faint smile spreads across my face.
He told his receptionist that I’m his wife!
She picks up the phone.
“Sir, your wife is here.”
I hold my breath.
She hangs up and gestures toward the door to Rasha’s office.
“You can go in.”
I nod, walk toward his door, and take a deep breath behind it. I lower the handle and step inside.
My head turns toward him.
He’s sitting behind his desk. I walk
