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Writer's POV:

Asahd went through hell that week. The limited food, cold showers, common clothes and life. He shed at least a tear every single night. It'd been only five days, yet, Asahd actually felt like giving up on life. For real. And on top of that, he had not found a job yet and it was already the weekend. Though he'd really searched for one.

Djafar with the help of Saïda, maintained his word. Now they gave nothing but plain toast to Asahd in the morning and a ...