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Rahma smiled, wiping the water off her hand with a toilet paper.
Except for the change of location, everything felt like déjà vu to her. The first she met Maria after ten years and introduced herself as Rahma Turaki was in a restaurant's powder room. And currently, the same place Maria intends to end the whole Rahma Turaki charade happened to be in another powder room.
"I see you're tired of pretending" Rahma's smile turned into a small grin. She wasn't scared that Maria was finally putting a stop to the pretending and whatnot. Time was running out. It was about time they face the truth.
Maria smiled, though hers seemed to forced. "You didn't answer my question. Did you enjoy watching the hearing? Did it remind you of the past?" She raised a brow.
Rahma shrugged. "It did. But I would've enjoyed it more if you were behind bars while it happened"
Both women grinned at the other, albeit it was fake.
"That will never happen" Maria said, through gritted teeth; her smile not faltering one bit.
"Are you sure about that?" Rahma crossed her hand over her torso, "You were a little bit late..." She held out her index and thumb, leaving a small space between it, "...when sending your people over to trash my apartment. Maybe if they had arrived early, you might've gotten rid of the evidence I have against you"
"You can't prove anything with that"
Rahma's grin disappeared as her face turned stoic. "Watch me" Her eyes narrowed at Maria. "I am not the same girl you knew back then. Think twice before you think of intimidating me because it won't work"
"You can take the girl out of trash but you can't take the trash out of the girl"
"Are you talking about me or yourself?"
Maria placed her hand inside her bag, choosing to ignore Rahma. She then pulled something out. Without taking her eyes off Rahma, she threw it on the sink next to Rahma. "You forgot this"
Rahma flicked her eyes over to where what used to be her recording device sat. It barely resembled what it was when she planted it in Maria's house. Maria seemed to have hit it multiples times with something, because it looked nothing other than wires and broken metal in odd angles. Without a doubt, Maria vented her anger on the poor device.
She looked back at Maria. "That too. You're late" She shrugged, "Should've found it a day earlier, then maybe the chance of you ending behind bars would've been slim"
"You're just bluffing" Maria rolled her eyes, "If you have anything, you would've reported me since. Just as you did to my husband"
"You husband simply faced the consequence of his actions. I have nothing against him. Unlike you..." Rahma stepped closer to Maria, "...I would make sure you stay behind bars for the rest of your life" Her voice dropped. Though they were the only people in the restroom, she wanted Maria to be the only person that heard that. "You should've stayed in your country" She whispered, the same words she told her ten years ago. She doesn't know Maria's story, but judging from what Zarah told her about Maria's interest in Morocco, and the reaction she got out of her at the moment, it wasn't hard to put two on two together.
