Finalizing The Loan

We all then proceeded to enter the bank. In that moment, I couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between Eman's seemingly kind and good-hearted parents and Eman himself, who had taken a path marked by criminality. Well, when I think about it, he does possess a fundamentally good heart.

Darjan and Eman gracefully ushered us through the modest bank, leading the way to the loan officer's office. I trailed behind, acutely aware that Darjan's parents were uncertain about my presence during such a private matter.

As the group entered the office, I hesitated before stepping inside, only to find Darjan's father swiftly removing his jacket, fixing me with a blunt question, "What the fuck are you doing here anyways? This ain't your problem."

Disapproving of his lack of respect, I approached him, locking eyes, "Mind your language, sir. You're not at home; understand that," I said, slowly getting close to his face.