Mentally Occupied

19

Malik approached Hana a little and said in a tense voice:

- Rufayda is really an idiot all she can do is screaming no more. I won't even allow her yelling at you. I will not allow anything bad happen to you, Hana.

Hana raised her head to the sky on which the black curtains of the night descended. In the past, she had many friends whose company she missed at once, and now by chance she was offered a new friend, whom she threw a vision of her on her way. He helped her a lot to get a good job that she was looking for like her. Direct help and assistance.

Hana did not expect Malik to ask her for help, as he appears to be strong-willed and self-reliant too much. Otherwise he would not have been able to live away from his parents all these years. Confusion appeared on Hana's countenance, thoughts turbulent inside her as she said:

- On the one hand, I give you the right, because there is no other solution but to tell her that there is already another girl, and of course she will not believe you until she sees that girl with her own eyes, so we must act out this absurd skit, and you and I are not good at drinking, and on the other hand I feel guilty about Rufaida and not I want to do that outAll her problem is that she loves you, and this is not a defect or a bad thing for which we punish her.

Malik pointed to Hana with his index finger while confirming it to her:

- I loved that first side, just look at it and ignore it and think of nothing but it, but tell me what were you talking about with her before I came to you?

Hana returned to looking at the faces of the passers-by in front of her as she answered Malik's question:

- When the company came, she asked Wissam about you, and Wissam in turn told her that you were in your office. I intervened in the conversation and told her that you were in a meeting, so she went to me and asked me for my name because it was the first time she saw me in the company, that's all.

Malik smiled because chance plays a role in what he wants to manage.

He said while rubbing his hands together:

- Well, this is a good start.

Hana did not care much about Malik's comment. She asked him before he asked her any other question:

- And why did you search for me?

Malek lifted his eyes from the graffiti behind Hana. He placed his hand on his head, as if remembering something important. He said while striking his forehead with the tips of his fingers:

- Hey! O God! Can you wait for me just a few minutes? But don't leave like you did today at the company.

Hana looked at Malik in astonishment, this time none of his dead were chasing him, but it seemed that he had forgotten something and wanted Hana to see it. She replied while following him:

- OK I will wait for you.

Malik left her running after the night fell on them, and the yellow lights illuminated the way in front of the café. The shadows of the passers-by were cast at different lengths on the sidewalk. Hana kept staring at the faces of the passers-by. After a few minutes, he came running to her, holding in his hand a bouquet full of pink roses. He approached her while repeating his gaze between him and the bouquet, saying:

- Do you know what that color means in roses?

Hana smiled, surprised at the strangeness of the question, but she looked at the roses, saying. She groped for his soft, delicate petals:

- what does it mean?

- It means deep appreciation and gratitude. In fact, I am very grateful to you for what you did today in the meeting. You put yourself in that absurd situation just to save me from the predicament I got into in front of the staff. I am also grateful for your consent for helping me to completely end my relationship with Rufaida. The truth is that I am thankful and grateful. Everything you did for me without waiting for anything in return. I am also grateful for that day we met and that place we are standing in now and that coincidence that brought us together.

Malik extended his hand with the bouquet of roses towards Hana drew a smile on his face, showing how thankful he was. She took the bouquet of roses. It smelled good. She is very happy and affected telling him:

- I am also grateful your belief in me from the first sight. For hiring me in that company, and for everything you've done for me without expecting anything in return. I'm grateful for the fate that brought us together.

Malik smiled at her and then resumed the conversation saying while looking around him and pointing and waving his hand randomly:

- The weather looks really good and talking to you is even better, but honestly my feet are starting to hurt for a long time we are standing. Let's stop chattering and go home.

Although everything that Malik said is true. Hana got tired of looking at the faces of passers-by, and she no longer wanted to, but the two of them, despite their fatigue from the long pause, especially after a long day of work. They do not wish to return to their home. What awaits them there except intense loneliness. She will return and find someone waiting for her in the house except for her violin. She is not in the mood to play it or even hold it. He will not find anyone in the house except the dead companions, looking at their frightening eyes and contemplating and wandering about their stories, how did they die? Who killed them? What would they wish to achieve or do if life continued? The strange thing is that despite all that, they do not want to return to life. He tried and asked more than one of them, if he had a chance to return to life, would he agree? Most of them answered no.

Were they tortured to this extent in life?! Of course, not all of them were like this, he met more than one of them who were blessed in life, and their answer did not differ from the previous ones, life seems to be miserable and we do not know that until after leaving it.

Hana laughed and gently pushed Malik into his chest and said:

- You who babble!

- It's you.

- I'm not a medal, don't tell me like that!

Hana showed her fangs, pretending to be angry, as she said her last sentence, taking a small step back for Alxturned and said:

- Well, well, we both talk a lot.

They both smiled and went on their ways to their houses. Waiting for a new day with minimal losses and not without gain also.

***

Rufaida did not return to Wissam, who was waiting for her in the office after her conversation with Malik. She felt angry and angry. She was the one who had changed by a hundred and eighty degrees for the sake of this young man. Now he rejects her and throws her, and even expels her from his life as if she had leprosy. She returned to her car, got on it and started crying. She loved Malik. Because he is different from all the young men she knew in her life, not like her old friends, members of the group, he did not look at her body even once with a look of greed and lust as the rest did, the others encouraged her to be naked, dance and get drunk, she does not know what they did with her when she was losing consciousness from her excessive drinking Malik was on the contrary, he often asked her to be modest in her clothes, at first she saw that because he was of rural origin, this is her body and she has complete freedom in it, and that is her virginity, not the virginity of anyone else on the face of this earth. She has the right to undo it whenever she wants. , changed many of her thoughts.

She is among people, she has rights and duties, words she had heard many times before in school lessons, but she did not understand them, and she learned them for the first time at the hands of Malik, Malik who, despite the simplicity of his financial situation when he got to know her at the beginning of his working life, did not covet her money or her father's wealth He insisted on paying if they went out together for dinner or when sitting at any café for a drink, paying the equivalent of a large part of his modest income at that time, and this amount was nothing to her, but she appreciated it when she knew the truth about his income. At that time, he lived in a shared house with some young men, and when his financial condition improved and he got some good commissions from the operations he had carried out, he moved to live in his current house. I decided to visit him in his house alone once.

Rufaida thought that Malik would get close to her and try with her as many of her old friends tried, but he respectfully sat with her, they exchanged talk and jokes and laughed a lot, that night she had a desire to dance, she asked him to play some music for her to dance to, she looked around him in panic and he refused, she did not understand Why did he turn around and why did he refuse?!