"Haya... daughter makes a cup of tea for me. My head is paining." Biya who was sitting on the stairs writing her assignment startled and looked up at her father. He was ignoring her and calling Haya for tea.In fact, he just likes the tea made by Biya. A deep pain arose in her heart. "Ok papa, I am making." Haya was tutoring some neighbor children when she got up."Haya you teach your children, I will make tea." Haya was about to get up when Biya told her and quickly went to the kitchen. "Thank you, aapi (Sister). Children, quickly finish your work." "Come in." As he gave her permission, she came inside and find her father sitting on the chair. His head was resting on the back of the chair and his eyes were closed while he was rubbing his forehead."Papa." Biya put her hand on his forehead, and he felt a wave of relief run down his soul. "Biya..." Her father took her hand down from his forehead, then she forwarded a tablet and glass of water in front of him. "Papa tablet." Zaman
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