Behind The Moon

The stranger Part 1

Nick was the manager of the establishment and in charge of all the workers as well as the delivery and arrival of the books. Some of the locals claimed that Nick represents the epitome of a stupid egotist who believes he is the best on the island because he owns the majority of the shops and homes in Morello.

I tried my best not to judge him, as I have been judging the people all around me, ending with a negative result to me, I promised myself not too, but how would I act when he was the only important man in that closed place?

It was very strange that he did not punish me for arriving late. I directed myself to the office, where my job was using the computer for book registration. I removed my bag, let my hair fall down on my shoulders, and opened the computer to begin working. Then I felt someone approaching me, and my heart began to sprint.

"Hey there!"  a masculine voice reached my ears.

"Hey... well, good morning, boss, I said briefly."

How is the job going thus far? He asked me this while staring into my eyes for the first time. "Everything is fine, boss," I replied timidly.

He swiftly departed after saying, "If you need anything, I'm here to assist." I was left wondering what had happened to him and did he notice that I was few minutes late.

I started getting gloomy once more. I should stop it, I told myself, and I turned to work. Is it some type of game he's playing since I'm late? Perhaps he wants to mess with my head before he shows me the unpleasant reality. I could not stop asking and wondering about his behaviors. till I received a call of one of the clients that made me come back once more to the real world.

It is not easy for a girl to work with males in most cases; it ends with sexual harassment, Most of us girls are victims of this, but very few take the guts and stop working with them, Most of the women are in need of showing themselves capable of competing men in everything, believing in equality and being independent, ending by forgetting our real values, I can give another definition for that: selling our souls to the demon, expecting to receive happiness and freedom, and by that, the word femininity spills away.

What concerns my past is that in that time I was belonging to this category of women giving away their all for nothing in return, accepting all sorts of sexual and psychological abuses, just in the end to prove to the world how powerful and strong they can be, loading the masculine energy, rejecting our femininity, and ending in the destruction of the humanity path. to NOWHERE

I have been working for Nick almost two weeks, In the beginning, everything went well; nothing unusual appeared to happen. What I liked the most was the fact that he was too busy to notice me or my work, and it helped to build my confidence. There is nothing worse then someone judging my effort and chores. One notion I believe is that no one is born perfect, we all make mistakes until barely forever, and these mistakes turn to a bullet of strength which we can use to conquer our fears.

Nick was very spontaneous man; besides, he was an introverted person, I understood it from the way he was locking himself most of the times in his office, There were days when he would bring a woman to his side, and each time, it was a different female. Most of the days he was there all alone, reading books and pretending to work hard, The second thing I liked about him was his full trust toward me, he gave me the key of the library; he made me responsible for the opening and closing of this last, which sometimes made me wonder: was it because he trusted me, or simply because he threw his supposed responsibility to someone else?

In the beginning, the first option seemed to be the answer to my question, but as the days flew by and slowly I got to know Mr. Nick further, I got the real answer, which was the second one.

Time went by so slowly till I finally saw him.

the mysterious man.

I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life. He was tall and had reasonable muscles. a short dark brown hair. I could only see him from one side. As he turned toward my direction, I felt my heart beat so strongly that I was worried to faint. He was simply the best example of the perfect beauty a world can bestow upon a man. He was sitting in the corner of the library, selecting a manual from the philosophy book section. We glanced at each other as he turned.

I was so embarrassed that I've been staring at him for minutes, decades; I had no idea what was going on. A minute later, I realized that he was approaching me, and my heartbeats began to race again. I am not sure why, but the situation made me more scared than ever.

I apologize for interrupting you. Once he said so, the atmosphere became calm and serene.

Hi, I said uneasily. Suddenly, I could see his eyes up close. The beauty of staring into those stunning green eyes with hints of yellow and light brown beyond words

which made me feel like I was flying through a different dimension from ours.