“Hello.”
“Hello, ma’am.”
It was on hearing his voice that I checked the screen for his name. it was Arafat, the manager of the charity organization which was supposed to hold an outreach in rural areas by weekend. I was one of the sole sponsors, and I pledged to be part of the outreach in person.
“Good morning.” He had a lovely voice.
“Same to you, sir,” I said with a weak smile. “How are you?”
“I’m good, ma’am.” He started. “Your assistant informed us that you canceled the appointment you scheduled with us yesterday, so, I decided to call you today and know if you wish to schedule another meeting with us.”
“No, I’ve done all I should do, you know,” I said this time with a broad smile. “The only thing left is to join the outreach on the D-day.”
“Yes.” He said with a
