I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the ground in front of the company building. I couldn't believe that Ghufran was in a brothel. But this made me want to see her, talk to her, and try to save her. I think she would really love me and talk to me if I saved her. I'll try. Also, I really reject this kind of work, but—
Doorman: This is a warning for you. Don't ever come here unless you want to benefit from it.
I didn't really understand what he meant, but I was very sad that the one I liked was involved in this.
The next day I went to the disco, but she didn't come. I waited a long time.
Same for the third and fourth day. What happened? Did something bad happen to her? But then I saw Laila, one of her friends. I went to her right away.
Nadim: Hi, how are you? I'm Nadim. (I spoke with great difficulty)
Laila: How can I help you?
Nadim: I'm asking about Ghufran. She hasn't been coming for a while.
Laila: How do you know her? But don't worry, she's okay. She comes here every Thursday.
Nadim: Thank you. (He left right away)
I waited for Thursday anxiously until it came.
I went to the disco and saw her with her friends. How can I talk to her? Should I wait until she's alone? I don't want to be rude. And then Laila interrupted my thoughts by calling me.
Nadim went to them.
Laila: This is the guy who asked about you.
Ghufran: What do you want? And who are you anyway?
Nadim: I want to talk to you alone.
Ghufran (with a smile): Okay, but if this is a love confession, I'll say no.
They went to another table and sat down.
Nadim (thinking): I must never mention the brothel.
Nadim: I heard you last week. You said you wanted the college killer to either kill you or save you.
Ghufran (smiling then looking down): Oh… did you come here to kill me?
Nadim: No, I came to save you.
Ghufran's eyes widened.
Nadim: Honestly, I came to know you and the world you live in. If it's good, I'll leave it. But if it's bad, I'll destroy it.
Ghufran (laughing): I heard that line in a TV show before. Looks like you practiced this scene. But sorry, from your look, it's clear you're depressed. How will you help me?
Nadim: Believe me, no one can feel your pain more than I do. Just give me a chance to help you, if there's anything.
Ghufran: If I asked you to do something, would you do it?
Nadim: Anything that makes you happy, I'll do it.
Ghufran: There's a guy named Khaled Adel. His father owns Adel Group. I want you to kill him.
Nadim went silent, shocked.
Nadim: Why? And also, why the son? Isn't the father the one who owns the company? So any mistake is his fault... (He swallowed hard.)
Ghufran: No, no, not the father. Khaled the filthy one owns his own company. It's a brothel in the same building as his father's company. He brings girls either by blackmailing them with pictures or videos, or sometimes with money, or… (she paused) sometimes he pays their families to give up their daughters to this filth. All for money.
Nadim (putting his hand on his head): Why don't we tell the police?
Ghufran: He pays and blackmails people in the police, and they protect him. And the worst part… he'll soon control everything, and his activity will grow more. That's why we must stop him. I feel like you got nervous when I said it's the son who's corrupt.
Nadim: No, nothing. Okay, I'll try hard to fix this. Don't worry. I'm with you.
Ghufran felt something strange. It was the first time someone talked to her with respect and care, not because he wanted her body.
Ghufran: I should tell you… Khaled also uses me.
Nadim (pretending to be shocked): I'm really sorry. I'll help you and support you.
Ghufran: Do you still want to help me?
Nadim: It's not your fault.
Ghufran: My stepfather sold me to him for money, and he promised a good job.
Nadim: What about your mother?
Ghufran: She doesn't care about me at all. She says as long as I bring money, there's no problem.
Nadim: Since you hate him, how do you keep working?
Ghufran: I get drunk here, then go.
Nadim: I'll help and save you. I promise. I'm also a victim of family problems.
They exchanged numbers and started meeting often.
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The sound of the doorbell. He's waiting for the pizza.
He opened the door and gave the worker the money.
Nadim: How much?
Worker: 50.
While Nadim reached into his pocket to get the money, the worker quickly entered the apartment, closed the door with his foot, grabbed Nadim's hand, pushed him into a chair near the door. Nadim tried to resist and kept saying, "What? What?"
Then the worker pulled out a knife with his other hand and cut off Nadim's little finger. He gave him a tissue to stop the blood. Nadim cried and was in terrible pain.
The worker put the finger in a bag, sealed it, and said:
Worker: Listen carefully. I have your finger. There's a doctor at this hospital — the address is on this tissue. He's a microsurgery specialist. If you go to him in 10 or 12 hours, he can reattach your finger — but only if you have the part I have.
Nadim (in pain and crying): How do I get it?
Worker (simply): I'll place a small listening device in your clothes. You must go to Ghufran and tell her that you don't want to deal with her ever again. Don't see her or talk to her again in your life.
Nadim: Why? What happened?
Worker: That's not your business.
Then he left quickly, and Nadim stayed behind, crying and in pain, trying to remember why this happened.