She was silent and couldn't say anything, she thought to herself, don't make the mistake of falling into Mujahid's trap, because he's not healthy, he's involved with a certain Faiza, maybe she'll go shopping too... the sounds of the music made her heart flutter..…
had to be fake, lest he discover something in her heart. That's how they arrived at Sahad stores, he loaded the beautiful and expensive goods into the carts and they came out, Salma didn't say anything, they just got in the car and slammed the door without intending to enter, it seemed like he was about to let her in and leave, she slapped him on the shoulder with a confused face, she laughed at him, he turned to her and opened the door for her, she refused to enter and said "I'm going home, I won't accompany you to the tobacco shop" she spoke in a weak voice.
He held her hand, his voice low and he said, “Haba Habibty, teacher, tell me, I understand, what is the fault of the person who taught you?”
She snorted.
“I don't care what she teaches me, she mostly kicks me out of class, so I won't go to their house and humiliate me.”
“If you want to do it now, I've already called her on the phone and I'm on my way.”
Salma was so happy to hear what she said, she frowned and said, “Let's go home, but you'll greet us at the gate before we pass.”
He laughed, she got into the car and he drove around and went to Faiza's house. Awaya called her, she came out and found him outside, then Salma gathered her spirits, even though Mujahid told her Salma was his sister, it didn't stop her from feeling angry, especially when she remembered the thugs I sent for her, they didn't even look at each other, she ended up on the side where Mujahid was sitting, then someone took her and she was eating two meals a day and wiped her out, he also scolded her and she got up and got up, after a while they started playing and laughing, Salma's mouth opened, her phone was ringing and she was so upset, it was a message that said "we are waiting for you at the gate" she realized it was Junaina, her voice adjusted and she joined her friend on the other side.
Mujahid looked at her and then turned his gaze to Faiza and said, “Friend, is he young, or should I say, a widower?”
Annuri's face changed, she played with her fingers, and said, “I'm going to roll the rolls.”
He smiled and took the shopping bag and handed it to her, saying "hair or makeup" in a joking tone.
Harara was joking and replied, “I'm the one who will decorate it.”
He was about to speak, but Salma interrupted him, saying, “How can we go, my ear hurts?”
Faiza shot him a stern look, seeing how quickly he had lost attention. She thanked him and left without waiting for him to say anything. His eyes were on Salma, he was saying hello to her even though he knew she was lying. He turned around to see her staring at him suspiciously, then he drove home.
They met at the gate, Junaina changed, Jafar and Salma entered the house, he was laughing too, Mujahid was not in his class, Junai did not follow them, they entered the house, Annah was the other guest, her eyes were fixed since they had been out for a while, it was a blessing that she was calm and calm, seeing how Salma obeyed her no matter what she said.
*****
Days passed, Mujahid and Salma were very close, there was nothing that could interest Annah. Although Salma tried to defend herself, she wanted to show that she had nothing to do with him, and that was no small thing. Annah was not happy with Salma's attitude. She had repeatedly blamed Junaina for not paying attention to Mujahid. Junaina was not ashamed to tell her that she did not love him. Despite this, Annah did not give up. She made her choice, no matter who she chose, because she noticed that Jafar did not follow Salma. When he was at home, she would see him and Junaina together. This made her very sad.
Hajiya didn't return quietly, at least Annah called her to tell her the good news that the children had settled down, and when she would be back to start the party preparations. Hajiya felt that this was not the case, she told her that she would be back soon.
****
The house was quiet, everyone was sleeping in their rooms as the rain had been pouring since Maghrib. Only the cold was permeating everywhere, Salma lay in her blanket, closing her eyes, her hand under the pillow, she picked up her phone and checked the time, it was a quarter past ten in the morning. She smiled and sat down and dialed Mom's number, she rang Mom twice and she picked it up, her eyes wide, when she was about to enter Daddy's room, she saw that Salma's call was nothing more than a conversation about Mujahid, who they had just set up a phone call for her, she wondered what kind of love Salma had for this bad boy.
They greeted each other cheerfully, and Salma came down to her and asked, “Mom, did you tell Daddy?”
Mom laughed.
“Dad, I'm sorry, I don't know what you want, but are you sure he's the right man for you? I don't like him.”
