The Promise

8) Omer

   I finish feeding Knox as I head for my room to get ready for a meeting with a client.
Before I reach the dressing room I pass by the laptop on the table and remember her image in the cameras where I made sure she arrived today.
She looked beautiful even though I didn’t make out her full features, but her attire alone was enough to make my mind swim.
The doorbell distracts me from my thoughts about her; I open it to find Dionne raising her brows at me.
“What?”
“What?!” she parrots “look” she continues waving with her hands as she enters my place.
“I don’t understand anything from what happened today, but” she points her finger towards me,
“One, I have a roommate!” she squeals “two, she’s smoking hot we’ll be the best duo!”
“But I think she’s having a lot going on, but it’ll be better “she continues, “Also, I need to buy stuff-
“What do you mean?” I ask frowning,
“What do I mean by what?”
“That she has a lot going on?”
“She looks sad” she says her features softening,
“Like really sad; she’s so quiet” she states softly,
I think about her wondering why would she be sad; what might happen or the possibility of someone hurting her I clench my fist.
“And she’s so thin, Mughrabi; like sick thin I want to feed her; I want to hug her; wait I’m babying her in my head and that might scare her off!?”
“Just give her some time; she just moved to a new country where she knows no one” I say remembering myself in her age,
“Yes, right” she regains her focus then she looks at me again,
“Look, I won’t ask again because now I am sure there’s something” she says warmly,
“But don’t worry about her she’s in safe hands right now” she says as she heads for the door to leave,
“What makes you say that?” I ask before she heads out,

“Because when I looked at her, I knew that this is the lady that will bring The Mughrabi to his knees” she says smirking before closing the door.