Malika.12:14 pm.
Farah was talking in the phone with Lena and walking back and forth in the room, Malika sat on the bed across Farah waiting for her to finish the call. Farah was telling Lena to cancel all her meetings. "Something happened?" Malika said after Farah ended the call.
"No, Lena was just checking if I"m coming for the meetings," Farah said, sitting on the other bed. "Aunt Layla called you and she told me to make sure you called her back."
"I"ll call her later, we have something to do first, we have to go to this address." Malika showed her the paper the waiter gave her earlier.
"We?" Farah said and raised her hands inside her oversized navy sweatshirt pocket.
"Yeah… I"m not going alone." Before Farah argue with her; Malika held her forearm to get her up.
"Don"t drag me I can walk by myself."
12:30 pm.
Hakim"s address was close to the hotel, they walked to get there. They arrived in front of one of the finest looking guest houses in the city, it was enormous and colorful. It was a true resemble of the richness of the Nubian culture. A traditional cafe beside the house; it was built in the same design.
Malika went to the cafe immediately and asked about Hakim. Farah saw the waiter and ask him to bring her breakfast and a cup of tea. The same waiter told Malika that Hakim was at the main balcony of the house. Malika went outside heading to the guest house, she stopped and looked for Farah; she was still inside the cafe. "Why are you staying here?"
"Waiting for my food," Farah said, she sat on a blue colored wooden chair and rested her hands on the small table beside her.
"There is no time to waste, come on!"
"I don"t care, I"m hungry," Farah said. Malika stared back at her waiting for her to move. "I"m not leaving until I eat! I"ll wait for you here."
Malika didn"t argue with Farah, she left her heading directly to Hakim. The whole place was quiet, she opened the house main door; it was painted in bright pink with a blue-colored door handle. Despite that the weather was hot; inside the house was filled with cold refreshing breezes and smell of a freshly made coffee.
"h.e.l.lo…Hakim." no one replied.
Footsteps sounds, she followed it and the more steps she took the more the coffee smell became stronger. The smell led her to the main balcony. She looked inside to find a man in his mid-sixties— he looked angelic, she thought— he had a tall muscled body, a full thick white beard that gave him the look of a wise man.
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His gaze was glowing and charming that made Malika"s heart skipped a beat he looked like how she imagined angle would be. "It"s about time Malika." his voice gave her gooseb.u.mps.
"Hakim…you"re real…" she stood two feet away from him; the view of the Nile behind him and his white outfit gave him a mythical vibe.
"You took sugar with coffee?" she nodded without breaking her stare. He shouted to the waiter from the balcony to get him another cup of coffee, he saw Farah was eating; he smiled and looked at Malika again. "You"re staring."
"What are you?" she eyed him; something deep inside her heart feared him. "How did you know my name?"
"I know everything about you, you"re an only child, a doctor but wished to be an archeologist, you never been in love and—"
"f.u.c.k! That makes sense now." Malika sat on the chair next to her and rested her hand on the table across from it. "You"re an intelligence officer!"
"—what!" he laughed. "Why do you think I"m an officer?"
"You know my name and everything about me! Only intelligence officer knows!"
"Well, I"m not."
"You are! Because you can"t be…" Malika couldn"t finish her sentence, the only word she thought about was him being an angel.
"An angel?... Definitely not that either."
Malika looked at him in wonder. "They don"t exist anyways."
"An angel with human form; it"s possible," Hakim said.
"No, angels don"t exist, just like magic, it is folklore, not real."
"Do you believe what you"re saying?" Hakim said, raising his eyebrows. "Don"t deny your feelings." Malika shook her legs nervously and he looked directly at her and continued. "To answer the question that brought you here…It did happen."
"It doesn"t make sense!"
"It doesn"t have to," Hakim said and shrugged his shoulders.
"You know what! This was a mistake, sorry that I wasted your time, I have to go," Malika got up and with long strides, she reached the main door. It was a new one brown colored with hieroglyphics engraved on it. "What…?"
She knew for a fact that it was the same hall she walked through minutes ago, yet the door changed. Hakim was ten feet behind her; she immediately opened the door to get out. The second she put her foot on the ground all the noises of the street and the cafe went completely silent. She went to get Farah, but no one was there the whole street was empty. She screamed, no answer just the echo of her voice.
She felt the emptiness of the place. Hakim stood behind her with his half-filled coffee. "What about now?"
"What is happening here? Where is everyone?!"
"They still here," he said calmly. She remembered what was written on the papyruses and gasped. "Let"s have a walk, it will help you."