Chapter 40: The last hope ch41

She watched the speech, which seemed normal and not an email, written reunity.1994 High school reunity.

Safiya's heart flipped. She went back to sip her coffee quietly while Maggie said, I wanted everything to be traditional like that time no email or Internet or watts or chat would be just like we were in the past.

She was writing a new chapter about her favorite character Safiya, a maid with young children, and her friend Nadia in a nightmare world, as one review described her while her mind was thinking about the invitation she saw now How did Maggie know about it because she never remembered it? She was troubled when she remembered the looks Maggie's husband had at the restaurant.

On the other hand, she does not talk to Osama, who always manages to calm her down, but she is very angry with him, although logically he was doing his duty.

And she did everything for that day so she would look so beautiful, so different from what was once a fragile, easily broken girl.

She knocked on the door and when she opened it was Nadia, who quickly took her in, saying, "Oh my God, Safiya, this is happening and don't tell us." Safiya looked at Tariq, who came with his wife Nadia. Safiya swallowed her leg, feeling guilty that she had betrayed her sister at a stupid moment, and although she decided to end those silly things, she could not do anything she needed for Tariq, she could never find it in Osama, even though she was ready to marry him soon.

Safia said I'm fine Nadia

Nadia said, Is it really what has been said in the news since yesterday?

Safiya sighed after they all sat down to drink hot coffee and said I don't know. I decided not to follow the news when I was working. I'm very tired.

Tarek said, Are you writing that series again?

Safiya laughed weakly. You never dream of horror novels, right? Tariq said, "It's not about fear, but when you write about something like social drama or love, for example, you look at Safiya."

Safiya looked away from Tariq's eyes and said I'm fine sorry I hid you on him Nadia said it's okay I will prepare a good meal I know you will never be able to cook

Safiya hated her sister Nadia for always reminding her of what she was never good at, as if they were in a constant competition between them.

When Nadia moved away in the kitchen, Tariq approached Safiya and said, "Are you okay?"

Safiya said, "Have you talked to Osama? How rude you are." Tariq rose up from Safiya's sudden attack, and returned to sit away from her.

It was another bad night she had dreaming about seeing Monica again, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, sweating, she felt debilitated.

She knew her medicine was in Hisham's hand and decided to take a hot bath and write again. When she came to her, she was comfortable writing more chapters. She did not pay attention to her phone, which had been discharging when she heard the key ring in the door.

Safiya was terrified and could not move for a few minutes before she found Hisham's shadow appearing in front of her and she was astonished.

Hisham stood up looking at her, he longed to see her, he knew how much she needed it now, and he also knew that what he was doing by coming to her at that time was a big risk, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, so he came up to her and held her tenderly, her body was very cold, because she was afraid of what happened. He was whispering in her ear, don't be afraid, everything will be fine now, no longer exists to bother you again.

He sat her on the couch after she felt dizzy and went to the kitchen he was sure she hadn't eaten for a while so he started making bacon for her and then he ran a quiet classical music that he admired very much.

He knew that Safiya loves being pampered and was surrounded by those who exploited and abused her, but he was not like everyone else.

He grabbed the food tray, put it on the table and put her favorite drink while watching her sit down to eat. Make sure her phone is completely turned off.

In the morning, when Safiya woke up, she didn't remember much about it. All she remembered was that she was writing a new chapter in her novel in a first edition, and that she had promised her editor at the new publishing house that she would see the work within three months. She was sure that the news of her contract with the new publishing house would stir up controversy. So she waited until she finished the work first before everyone knew.

She was surprised that she was wanted to investigate again. She felt that there was a horror that fell inside her, but she tried to hold on. In the end, she did not kill Dimitri, but she thinks that he deserved it somehow.

She remembered Osama talking to her one day. She asked him how he felt when he killed someone. Don't forget how he looked at her with astonishness. He said, I am a cop doing my duty. But Safiya said to him, Yes, you did the killing. Osama recalled. I remember them well. I can't forget any of them. But I did my duty. I prevented them from hurting more people.

Safiya's mind was confused as she headed that morning to the investigation department, but what surprised her was that she found Hisham and the editors of the newspaper as well, and noticed the cohesion of everyone.

The same detective who interviewed her in the paper before was much nicer.

When she sat in front of him, looking at the details of the room, she noticed that there were no pictures in it; she thought that he was alone and had no family. Then she found water placed in front of her before the man left her with the detective.

She thought this was due to Osama, who did not appear to know that he was doing his duty to make the investigation work and could make no exception for her.