Nyctophile
Unstoppable

Hamad international airport....

Qatar, finally after an exhausting air journey me and the team have landed safely in the world's largest petroleum exporting country.

Doha, we will stop in the city until the weekend, two or three days, after today, here the weekend falls on Friday and Saturday, Doha is the second safest city in the world, so I might be comfortable here until my return.

After getting out of the airport, me and the crew headed to the hotel, the four-star hotel we got, impressed so luxurious, I so think how the hotel lima star.

"Zana, the girl, and our team only have 4 hours to rest, after that we will do a photo shoot at the rooftop of the building in the middle of the city" said a person who was in charge of this tour.

We all just agreed and headed to our rooms.

Me and the girl chose to clean up immediately and rest until exactly one o'clock later.

The alarm that woke up my sleep rang, it was time for us to get ready and do the job properly.

They've all been waiting in the hotel lobby with a mini bus, the crew we bring is not much, but the equipment and some products that we will advertise it is very much, arriving at the tallest building in the city center, the crew prepared everything, while me and the Girl prepared themselves.

The first session was an advertisement for a makeup product, to be honest I liked the color and texture that this makeup provided, so at the beginning of the contract with this product I was so enthusiastic, I was so happy, just 3 times to repeat the pose and character recognition make up, my work is done.

The second session took about 2 hours, because this is a trademark labeled jewelry, but only for posters because I was one of the brand ambassadors, but in the owner of this brand a little complicated.

The last session was a Muslim fashion label, I was always careful at this stage, afraid that I might even show my aura, or even plunge them.

The clock had shown time to return to the hotel, it was late at night, but as if the city had never slept, After arriving at the hotel I asked for my cell phone which was still in the hands of the Girl.

"Dis, my phone?" ask me.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry I forgot." she immediately looked for him in the bag. "This." while thrusting a cell phone in front of me.

"Thank you." I said.

Twenty-two missed calls from mom's number, and some messages from her.

"Zana, can you go home now, your mother, is in the hospital."

"Za, pick up the phone, I need you."

"Za was as busy as it was not caring about your mother?"

"Zana, your mother is critical, her blood pressure is too high, causing the blood vessels in her brain to rupture, and we'll have surgery as soon as possible."

"Zana, I hope you can come home soon, son."

My tears escaped, I couldn't stand it, I couldn't, I had to go home.

"Dis, my mother was rushed to the hospital, my mother was hypertensive and there was a blood vessel in her brain that broke, I had to go home." Maybe this is the first time a girl looks at me like this, scared and disoriented.

"Pull Za's breath, calm down."

I said, I did what the girl told me.

"It's quieter?" I just nodded in response to his words.

"Now call your father, apologize and listen to what he has to say." I nodded and called.

Twice the connection was turned off, but it was not a deterrent that I kept contacting him.

The 4th time my call was answered.

"Assalamualaikum, sir? how's mom, I'm sorry Za pa, Za's cell phone is dead,..

"Your mother is already in the representative room, don't worry." A man's voice came from the cell phone, not the father, but the voice I hated so much.

"Where's father? why would...

"Look back, Za, your father was praying, all the phones in the house were with me, from now on this phone rang and for fear of being important I raised, and it was you, you, Za I'll let you know if you call."

"All right..." From a distance I heard the voice of my father.

"Who wants Ares?"

"Zaya Pak."

"Where, I need to talk." The phone switched.

"Za, can't you go home?" ask the father, hoarse voice from crying, make it discordant.

"Sorry Za sir, Za really doesn't know, sorry sir."

"It's okay, son, get your work done, and then come back, look after your mother she's thinking too much of you."

"Sir, take care of my mother until Za comes back, Za promises to finish everything on time" I said in a hoarse voice as my tears collapsed unstoppably.

"Mom and dad are waiting for you, son, you close up."

After the connection was cut off, I cried, no matter who was near me.