When Nosu comes in that night, Abdul Aziz tells him about his possible release. Nosu tries to seem happy for him, but Abdul Aziz can see the melancholy in his eyes. He tells him he will keep in touch and hands out his phone number, which brightens Nosu up.
But the next day when Nosu returns, he is sad again, a bit angry even. He tells Abdul Aziz that it disturbs him when things do not remain as it is, the constant changes around him wreck his nerves. Nosu’s complaints are never the same, and mostly contradictory, Abdul Aziz has noticed.
It is the night before Abdul Aziz’s release. His wife will come at ten in the morning to pick him up. He has packed his bags and given his sketch book to Nosu, who laughed a great deal after receiving the gift and thanked him. His amused laughter also made Abdul Aziz laugh, which is something he hasn't done in a long time. He goes to sleep not exactly happy, but content.
The sleeping pills are powerful and Abdul Aziz is in deep slumber - a slumber so deep that he does not hear the click on his door and doesn't feel a body approaching his bed. If he had, he could have seen a pair of eyes looking at him intently, and hesitating before plunging a knife into his heart. It surprises the stabber that Abdul Aziz does not open his eyes when the knife pierces his heart. The attacker goes away as swiftly as he had come, closing the door behind him.
The next morning, when Abdul Aziz’s body is found, it makes breaking news on all the channels and causes a great commotion for a few days. But even this murder case is washed away by the tide of other shocking news which shifts the vicarious interest of the masses, and no one knows for sure who killed him, or what.
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