"Mrs Moosa, you forgot your phone." The examiner called me when I was about to leave the examination hall.
"Oh! Thank you." I smiled at her but that smile wasn't returned. Of course, it wouldn't, who'd want to be nice to Moosa Khan's wife?
She silently handed over my phone to me and left. With a short sigh, I left the examination hall. After stepping outside the building, my eyes scanned around the area, hoping to see a familiar face. Soon I spotted one but not the one whom I have been wanting to see.
Wearing jeans and a black Polo T-shirt, Yawar was leaning against his car, busy with his mobile.