Treasury

I had felt so bad. We had guests. I was depressed because of the presence of the guests and my bad condition. I didn’t want them to realize. They were sitting in the hall while I was leaned over with pain in the room. My father came at my bed- side – he asked how I was. When he noticed that
I am in a bad state (I feel sick), he told me:
- We should see the doctor.
I went outside along with my father after apologizing to guests.
The car had been parked by the street. But, surprisingly, my father passed the car, and we both went on foot towards the doctor office. I couldn’t endure and objected
-father, do we have a car?
- It is impossible to go with this car.
-I feel sick now
- We will take a taxi.
And we continued our way. I felt his sadness.
At this moment, one of my father's friends braked in front of us. He asked us to get on and we did.
- Haji, you have got a car!
- Which car?
- How strange! Don’t pretend.
- God man! Is it possible to do personal affairs with a treasury car?
My father's friend didn’t say anything and I remained silence while I had forgotten my pain. There was nothing to say.