The Ummah: The outbreak

Chapter 10

I opened my eyes slowly, welcomed with sunshine and the smiling face of President Salent --Michael. It was now summer time and Michael and I now shared a room. A lot of the citizens found it scandalous and inappropriate for a politician, but the way we saw it, if people was pushing the rights of lgbt, wearing whatever, and so on, then we should be able to love the way we want. And if that means living with my boy friend and we share a bed, then that's what was gonna be done.

"Good morning, darling," He said gently. His breath reaked.

I smiled and replied, careful not to push my morning breath too far out like he was doing. "Morning, Mr. President. You came to bed late last night."

"I know, I'm sorry," he sighed. "New problems with the muslims..."

I sat up slowly, my eyes never leaving him. "Yeah? What's happening?"

He rolled onto his back and slid hid hands beneath his head. "They're all moving East. The amount of hate crimes are only rising so they're moving to the states that are to the East of Nebraska. Minnesota, Kentucky, Maine, Florida, New York, and every other state in the Eastern U.S. There and Canada."

"Why don't you do anything about it, babe?"

"Well I'm just letting them go where ever. The problem for me comes in when--"

"No, I mean about the hate crimes."

"That isn't my position. If the muslims aren't doing anything about it, then what can I do?" he responded. "The African American's predicament changed because they created a civil rights movement. If muslims don't spark that same thing, then what can I do?"

That set my mind ablaze. I felt my ears get hot in anger, but I didn't reply or show my anger. "Maybe you're right."

"I am."

It took everything in my power not to mean mug him. Who did this guy think he was exactly?

The president.

I sighed. "How'd you sleep?"

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After Michael had dressed and took off to complete his daily duties, I was left in the room on my own. Which is where I stayed most of the time. I didn't like to be seen for 2 reasons: The first reason being because I didn't want to be criticized or anything in the news as being the President's personal harlot, and secondly because I didn't want anyone from my past to recognize me and rat me out so that I could be imprisoned. 

Technically, I was the first lady, yes. But I honestly had no idea what a first lady was supposed to do. They never had a defined job. Some first ladies had just been regular house wives, others had been into politics and activism, and if I'm not mistaken one first lady took over the white house after her husband's death. So what was I supposed to do?

Further more, this all still seemed so surreal. I had gone from being an average loser muslim girl with the strict parents and secret boyfriend, to being the president's woman with a dead family and ex, all in less than a year.

But I honestly wasn't fond of being confined to the bedroom all day. It was different before when I lived with my family, because I stayed glued to my phone all day. But if I went on my phone now, who would I talk to? And about what? I needed friendship. Every time Michael would return to the room at night, I'd be all over him like a dog when it's owner comes home. I didn't want to seem desperate. I'm independent.

As a matter of fact...

I slapped my thigh. I HAD to take advantage of this opportunity. I was now at the top, and the dream job I'd always dreamed of was just right outside of that door. Peace psychology, basically being the psychologist for the nations. And what better time to jump into action than now? With the muslim conflict going on, America splitting up...

That was what hooked Salent onto me in the first place. Hearing me talk about that passion. 

I was gonna do it.

I jumped out of bed to get dressed. I had to look professional.

No. Not professional. I had to look beyond that.

I had to look powerful.

For what? You may be asking.

Not even gonna lie right now, I didn't know either, but whatever I was going to be walking into, I had to look threatening.

I blushed to myself. I sounded like I was a little in over my head, but I brushed the feeling off.

But...

I had to think this over a little. I rummaged through the room until I found a pen and notepad and began to carefully write out ideas, then plans and my time limit of how long I had to get everything ready before things went down. Pressuring myself so I wouldn't become lazy.

This was going to be perfect.