Mansir came downstairs to join the rest on the dinning table. He look over disheveled for his own good and that didn't go unnoticed by his parents, and even his sister badiyya. They've never seen him look worse as this for a control freak like him. He spent most of his night hourscalling and messaging rahama who in turn wasn't picking upor even replying any of his messages.
He greeted both his parent and avoid all their curious faces.
" I hope all is well? " asked his mother in concern as he drag a seat to sit on.
He knew even if his father doesn't ask him what the problem was, his mother would never let it slide . He responded with a nod " All is well, mama"
" but your face and everything about you looks sluggish dear"
" please just let it slide. It's just an ordinary headache " he e
