Two days ago.Farah.
December 15, 2009.
8:30 pm.
It was a beautiful night, Farah and Adam were having dinner in her favorite restaurant. She always felt happy and safe with him. "How was your day?" Adam asked. He held her left hand and kissed it. She slowly moved her hand and touched his smooth shaved face; she hated when he shaved his beard, although Adam had uneven thin beard that gave him the look of a teenage boy, she wanted him to grow it, for her having any facial hair on his face was better than having none but she never told him, for some reason she didn"t care.
Adam was a handsome man with a tall thin yet muscled body, a fair skin tone that turns reddish most of the time and a silky chestnut-colored hair that he ran his fingers through it every two minutes.
Farah wasn"t attracted to him; he was like a safe comfortable type of love that put a smile on her face every now and then but not a pa.s.sionate one, yet she never admitted to anyone even herself that her heart doesn"t belong to him; it never did.
She moved her hand away and looked deep into his brown eyes. "Long boring day, as usual, and yours?" she smiled with her dimples appeared deeply on both of her cheeks. The night went peacefully after they left the restaurant heading to Adam"s car, they decided to get coffee. Adam drove to their favorite café; it took them ten minutes to get there. Adam got out of the car to order while Farah was waiting in the car, he left his phone and it kept making noises. Someone was sending a lot of messages to him.
She couldn"t handle the continuous noises of the phone; she took it to turn the volume off but found that Adam"s sister was the one sending the messages. She knew his sister won"t send anything at this time because of her busy life with her three years old triplets.
Farah looked at the café and thought of reading the messages. "He won"t get mad," she whispered and opened the newest message from her. Her face suddenly changed; she looked devastated. She took a deep breath and glared at the café window where Adam was standing inside waiting for his turn.
After twenty minutes Adam got back with two cups of coffee. "G.o.d! The whole place is so crowded," Adam said without looking at Farah. She was on the phone talking in a serious tone.
"Are you near the house? Good, just give them to Malika, not anyone else," she said, ending the call then glared at Adam.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked.
"Yes," Farah said and looked outside the window next to her. "I"m fine."
"Okay, heading home?"
"No, to Malika"s." she took the coffee and took a deep breath. Adam nodded and started to drive. He kept talking all the way to Malika"s house. Her parents were having a family and friends gathering; celebrating the opening of their new hospital.
Farah looked distracted and then her phone ranged with Malika"s name on its screen. "Farah! What happened?" Malika said loudly that her voice was clearly heard from the phone. Adam looked at Farah who just smiled at him and lowered the phone volume.
"You will know everything, everyone will," Farah said with a steady voice. Adam looked at her. "I have a surprise for everyone."
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Twenty minutes before at Malika"s house.
Malika was drinking a gla.s.s of water in the kitchen while her mother and aunt walked in. "The food was amazing," Pakinam said happily.
"I made it myself just for you," Layla said, she was known for her love of cooking and every time there was a gathering at her house; she cooked without the help of the maids or Malika.
"Aunty, I really wish to see you cook one day," Malika sneered.
"Keep wishing honey it will never happen; I won"t destroy my beautiful hands in cooking." Malika laughed at her aunt"s reaction; Pakinam, Farah"s mother wasn"t a kitchen fan— She had an outgoing personality, she cared about her reputation in society more than anything else— Malika"s phone made repeated noises. It was voice messages from Farah. She left the kitchen and went to the garden to listen to them.
"Malika, Lena is on her way to your house I want you to take a letter from her"— Farah"s voice was shaking— "Call me when you get it."
Malika was confused but she called Lena to know where she was. "Lena, where are you?" she said after Lena accepted the call.
"I"m on my way, what"s going on? Why did she ask me to have this letter?" Lena sounded surprised.
"Why? What"s on it?" Malika asked.
"She called me, and her voice was weird and told me to write a letter of termination for Adam"— a sound of a car door closed in the background— "I"m outside, I"m sorry could you come out now, she wants me to give it to you personally."
"Okay, I"m coming." Malika was shocked. "what the h.e.l.l is happening between them?!" Malika whispered to herself and went to the main door of the house— Adam was working for Farah"s family corporation from day one they graduated. Both were engaged and about to get married— Malika opened the door where Lena was standing on the other side holding the letter.
Malika tried to convince Lena to come in and have a cup of tea, but she kindly refused because she left her friends and they were about to head to the movies. Lena gave the letter to Malika and went back to her car and drove away.
Malika held the letter and closed the door behind her. Layla was walking out of the kitchen and met Malika halfway. Malika looked worried. "Who came?" Layla asked.
"It was Lena; Farah"s a.s.sistant, she wanted her to get some work papers," Malika said and smiled at Layla.
"This girl is turning into a workaholic just like her father," Layla said and walked to another room.
Malika looked at her mother"s walking body then opened the letter when Layla wasn"t near her. "s.h.i.t! She"s really firing him"— she went upstairs to her room and immediately took her phone out of her jeans back pocket and called Farah to understand what was going on— "Farah! What happened?" she said loudly.
"You will know everything, everyone will," Farah said with a steady voice then ended the call leaving Malika more confused.
"What?!" Malika said, looking at the phone.