Chapter 106

Suddenly, Iskander's phone rings. He glances at the screen and his expression changes. "I'm so sorry, but I have to take this," he says. He gets up and steps away from the table, answering the call. I try not to feel disappointed, but I can't help but feel a little bit let down.

I turn my attention back to the window, watching the sunlight play on the leaves outside. A few minutes pass, and Iskander returns to the table. "I'm sorry about that," he says. "It was an important call." "It's okay," I say

As Iskander and I walk back to my apartment, we pass by a street vendor selling paintings. Something about the artwork catches my eye, and I stop to take a closer look. The paintings are colorful and vibrant, depicting scenes of everyday life. I'm drawn to one painting in particular, which shows a woman walking through a bustling city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But the woman is calm and serene, surrounded by a halo of light. I can't help but feel a sense