The Gambler

The Gambler

Safdar's eyes widened in surprise, because it was a picture of a 100 percent Bali and it had been published on the front page of the newspaper, but it was a picture of a body that could not be identified, so the picture was also published with the news. According to the news, the body was found in a nightclub, but so far the local police had neither been able to find out the name of the victim nor had they been able to find out the killer.

Safdar put the newspaper on the table and started thinking. Could Imran have killed him?

This was his fourth day at Port Said, and these four days had been spent in such a way that he had been forced to think of himself as a character from Alif Laila.

The first day he wandered the streets and to spend his first night in Port Said he had to find such corners where the police could not see him. But soon there was a surprising change in the situation. Safdar thought that here too his livelihood would depend on hard work, but Imran filled his pockets the next day. This was the currency here.

They bought suitable clothes for themselves and spread out in different hotels as per Imran's instructions. Except for Joseph, everyone tried to make Imran aware of the means that would ease their problems, but Imran kept his mouth shut.

However, the position now was that Safdar, except for Imran, was aware of everyone's whereabouts. But he was not aware of his other

He could not meet his colleagues. Imran had specific instructions regarding this that they should not meet each other unless Imran himself asked for it.

Today was the third day, but during that time they had not been able to meet even once, and no one knew where Imran would be.

Safdar looked at Bali's picture once again. He remembered the days they had spent on the steamer, how scared Bali had looked and looked at Imran with such eyes as if he had been the angel of death for him. He was always dominating his head, not letting him leave even for a moment, and the threat was still there that if he spoke irresponsibly to the steamer crew, Imran would shoot him without hesitation, no matter what their fate would be. Would Imran have shot him? But why? Safdar could not understand the reason.

Oh! Suddenly he thought of Boga and his men. Obviously Bali had betrayed Boga. He had caused the release of these people. But if he had been killed by one of Boga's agents, then they should not consider themselves safe either.

Whatever it was, Safdar felt sad for some reason about Bali's fate. He folded the newspaper, put it in his coat pocket, and was about to leave the dining hall when someone spoke to him from behind.

He turned around as he sat down and stood up again because the person addressing him was a girl. She seemed to be a native of the area. But the dress was Western style and this was not surprising because he had not yet met a single person here who was wearing any other type of clothing.

"Sit down!" she said casually, pulling out a chair. "You must be a tourist."

Hajj, yes! Safdar said, staring at him in surprise. Suddenly, he thought of Bogha's agents.

had come

"I wonder at people who take leisure trips alone?" Safdar just smiled. The girl was looking at him with searching eyes.

Where did you come from? The girl asked. This time Safdar felt a slight command in her tone and this thing opened up to him intensely. Because he did not like to be flirtatious with girls. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly and took out a cigarette case and chose a cigarette, his head poking at the cigarette case and turned away.

"Where did you come from, do you have any morals?!" the girl said with a mean face.

Safdar looked at her again. It looked as if he was going to pull the cigarette case over her face. But then a faint smile appeared on his lips and he said. I never need a companion to pass the time.

I didn't feel it. Therefore, it is not necessary for me to show good manners no matter what!

Just then, another woman lunged towards him. Safdar couldn't tell from which direction she had come. The dining hall was quite crowded.

Yeni proved to be even more frank than the first girl who came. She pulled out a chair and sat down and said to Safdar. "Adu Dater, I'm late. I was actually looking for my cha and couldn't find him... Oh, your compliments!" She fell silent and looked at the first girl.

Safdar didn't know what to do now. This girl had proven to be even more quick-witted than he had ever been. She seemed to recall old memories. As if he had been sitting here, bending over to hear any news about her love.

The first girl complimented me with a bitter smile. "I belong to the identification department."

Hey.. have you guys come from outside?

Yes! The other girl spoke up. We come from Yugoslavia!

Then, looking at Safdar, she said with a laugh, "I arrived at the perfect time, otherwise you would have been in trouble right now because

Your passport was left in my bag!

Safdar pursed his lips tightly and took a deep breath. Was he about to fall victim to some deep conspiracy, he wondered, and then turned his attention to the other girl who was opening her vanity bag.

He took out two passports and placed them in front of the first girl and then said to Safdar, "Today is a very tiring day."

Was the giver!

Her voice was filled with exhaustion. The first girl looked at their passports for a while, then stood up and smiled and said, "I wasn't wrong in saying that those traveling alone in this weather can be considered insane!"

She had gotten up and walked towards the door.

They were stuck until the other girl smiled and then suddenly said in shock. "You didn't tell him that."

Where did you come from!

"No, who are you?"

She ignored his question and said, "So I arrived just in time. Now keep your passport with you so I can find my father in peace!"

She squeezed her left eye shut and smiled. Safdar picked up the passport. It was complete in every way. That is, to his knowledge, it could not have been suspected of being fake?

"Where did you get my picture?" Safdar asked, staring at him.

You may be under some illusion. She said, opening the vanity bag again and taking out a small card, Safdar said.

put in front of

Ah... Safdar pursed his lips in surprise. He stared at the card then picked it up in his hand.

It had "X2" written on it in bold letters. Safdar stared at the girl once more, but his suspicion that she was Julia Naftwater could not be further strengthened. She would have been recognized by her million-makeup eyes. But there was no way the eyes of two Julia Na Fitzwaters could have been. Then who was she? And what did the reference to X2 mean?

If you ever have any problems, color in the number written on the back of this card! The girl said and

She also got up.

Safdar watched him go.. The passport and the X2 card were still lying on the table. It was not impossible that the X2 agents were also here. But was it necessary that this angel of mercy should descend at the exact moment when a disaster was about to befall him... If the passport was necessary, then before the arrival of any checker?

It could be reached.

Just a few days ago, he had been subjected to unusual circumstances in La Touche. Therefore, Safdar's doubts and suspicions

It wasn't even unnatural for me to get sick.

At this point, he felt strongly that he needed Imran's advice, but even his angels did not know.

Where would Imran be?

He picked up his passport and X2 card and put them in his pocket, but his confusion continued to grow... One moment.

Dieter approached him and asked, "Your room number is seventeen, sir!"

Yes, Safdar was looking into his eyes.

"Your call, sir...!" said the waiter.

Thank you very much!

He got up and came to the counter. The call was from Imran. He was telling her, "Oh dear, what a beautiful night it is! Why don't you come?"

"Meet me near the Independence Monument and let's have dinner together!"

"Of course," Safdar said with a smile.

"Come back later!" was said from the other side.

The conversation was in English and Safdar knew why. He couldn't use such a language on the phone.