Legitimate Heir-At-Law

004: Just A Phone Call.

Zayn tried to check if he could fix the bike but the problem was more complex than he thought. The bike has been in that restaurant for years but that old grumpy boss of his wouldn't spare some dirhams to buy a new one.

He knew what was wrong with the bike but there was no way he could repair it without a toolbox... Is there?

He was left with no other option than to walk back, all the way to the restaurant while pushing the old bike.

No way was he leaving it at the damned entertainment agency and having it towed away, worse still, facing the wrath of that senile boss.

Just a few meters away from the entertainment agency, his phone began to ring.

He unconsciously hastened his steps. "Is it my boss or perhaps my mother -in-law?" He tried to figure out the person that was calling him.

"No... That's not right. Mother in-law won't call me not after I spoiled her mood. Then who could it be? Father-in-law? Nah... He's never called me once. I don't even think he has my contact info."

While he was saying this, the phone stopped ringing. His steps halted. He felt like he should have answered the call or at least checked the phone to see the caller.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think... What if the caller is Dahlia? But as soon as the thought escaped into his mind, he shook his head and laughed to himself coldly.

Why would she call him after what she had done? Her impenitent behavior earlier had shown him clearly that she didn't see anything wrong in what she did.

She and that director had completely disregarded the fact that having an extramarital affair with a married woman is considered to be a huge sin in Islam!

Zayn's nose scrunched up in a frown. Wait, the man had probably not even known that Dahlia's married because she had insisted right from the very first day they got married that their marriage was to be kept a secret.

As Zayn walked forward, he was so lost in thoughts that he didn't notice he had gripped the bike handle tightly.

The phone rang again and this time, he almost groaned out of frustration. If it was really Dahlia calling, it must be to insult him and bruise his already injured ego.

With a determined mind, he ignored the call once again and walked forward. Surprisingly, till he covered most of the journey back to the restaurant, the phone didn't ring again.

He was almost at the restaurant. He could even see it from afar. He persisted forward, panting slightly. His body was drenched in sweat. Blame the Middle East sun and his senile boss.

In this hot weather, a normal boss would have requested for the materials of his employees uniforms to be made lighter so as to condone the heat but no... Not his... The old man isn't normal anyways.

*Ring ring*

Yep, you guessed right. His phone rang again. This time, Zayn didn't hold it in and simply groaned. He parked the bike carefully by the sidewalk.

Wiping off the sweat from his brows, he brought out the old mobile in his pocket. A frown appeared on his face when he saw the unsaved contact card flashing on the phone.

Before he could answer the call, it abruptly ended. He was startled. He didn't even get to press anything. It was more like the caller had changed his/her mind at the last minute and ended the call.

He checked the call history of the phone and wasn't surprised to see that it was the same unregistered number that's been calling him. Who could that be? Why is the person calling persistently?

His phone rang but this time, it's from someone he knows. "Hello Mike—" He answered the call before he got interrupted.

"Thank goodness it went through. I was starting to think the message didn't get through to you. Where are you?" Mike asked.

Zayn looked up at the restaurant not too far away from where he was. "I'm in front of the restaurant. I'll be there soon. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's alright," The British accent was slightly noticeable in Mike's voice. "I should be apologizing instead. I don't know how Noor found out that you went out for delivery again when you should be at the kitchen but I couldn't stop him from informing Mr Mikhail."

Zayn nodded. Noor Aziz is one of his colleagues at the restaurant. According to this phone conversation, I'm guessing they don't get along that well.

"I should have expected it. He's been tailing me ever since I left... Mike, is he giving you a hard time at the camp? Do you want me to move back?"

Zayn didn't know that his words startled the caller. But as things are going, he's bound to be homeless soon. Why not move back to the camp room he used to live with Mike before he met Omar?

"No..." Mike clearly wanted to say something but it seemed like someone entered the room then. "We'll discuss this later. You should return to the restaurant as soon as you can. Mr Mikhail is about to explode like a tornado."

The last words were whispered in a hushed tone before the phone gave off a tut-tut sound to indicate that Mike had disconnected the call.

In spite of everything, Zayn smiled at Mike's last statement. He moved to hold the bike and resumed his journey when the phone rang again.

Arghh! He gripped the phone tightly in frustration and almost cussed but instead, he held it in and checked the phone. It was the same unsaved number.

This time, he didn't hesitate in answering it in case the call disconnects again.

The other side was however silent even after he answered the call. Zayn frowned, feeling suspicious.

He was just about to speak when the anonymous caller said,"Sultan."

His eyes shook when he heard this word.