Bound to the Don

chapter 7

Salma✿

Things were finally progressing smoothly, with Babai's treatment underway. My focus now was on praying for a successful operation, and I was trying to remain optimistic. Yesterday's news had left me euphoric, and I was hopeful that everything would fall into place from now on.

Mamai's anxiety was palpable, evident in the way she rocked back and forth in her seat. I, on the other hand, had faith that the operation would be a success. I believed that God would guide the surgeons' hands.

Just then, Omar walked into the waiting room and sat beside me. I looked up at him and smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Omar, I don't know how many times I'll need to thank you for you to understand how grateful I am," I said, embracing him tightly. "Seriously, I'm so happy, Omar." I continued to express my thanks, and Omar kept telling me it wasn't necessary.

Omar's chuckles accompanied his gentle hug. "Sally, I told you to stop thanking me," he teased, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "You should thank God for providing the means for me to help." I gazed up at my big brother, feeling grateful for his selflessness. He was a treasure I would never trade for anything.

Omar's expression turned serious, and he asked, "Sally, may I have a word with you?" His tone was more questioning than authoritative.

"Okay, brother" I replied, unsure whether he wanted to discuss something in private. "Should we stay here or...?" I trailed off, seeking clarification.

Omar stood up, motioning for me to follow suit. "No, let's find a private spot." We walked until we reached a quiet area near the pharmacy.

I looked up at Omar, sensing a hint of concern in his voice. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, wondering why he wanted to speak with me in private.

Omar's arms crossed, and his expression turned grave. "Salma, I need to warn you about someone I saw you talking to." His words piqued my curiosity, and I wondered who he could be referring to.

"You shouldn't be anywhere near him," Omar cautioned. "He's a dangerous individual. If you see him walking left, just go right." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I recalled the two instances when I had bumped into the same person.

"That young man with the unusual accent?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Omar nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, he has a distinct accent because he's not Albanian. You should steer clear of him, Salma; he's a dangerous man." He leaned against the wall, his eyes locked onto mine, attempting to convey the gravity of the situation.

I couldn't help but notice how adorable Omar looked, even when trying to be intimidating. His warning only served to heighten my curiosity.

"You know I'll ask, Omar," I said, taking a step closer and crossing my arms. "You're telling me to avoid someone without explaining why. You know I'm curious by nature."

Omar's expression turned stern. "Trust me, Sally; you don't want to know. It's best you avoid that man altogether, as he seems to be everywhere." I let out a sigh, realizing that Omar was resolute in his decision to keep me in the dark.

Despite Omar's reluctance to share more information, I had already sensed that the man with the unusual accent was trouble. His aura exuded an air of menace, and I had no intention of taking any unnecessary risks. I valued my life far too much.

"I've heard you, Omar," I reassured him. "Let's just hope our paths don't cross again, as I'd rather not be anywhere near him." Omar's expression reflected relief, and he nodded in agreement.

"Much better," he said, rubbing his palms together in a habitual gesture that betrayed his nervousness. I recognized this telltale sign and instinctively reached out to comfort him, taking his hands in mine.