Looking for her

chapter 13 : as if we first met

Salam aleykum! I'm sorry for the long wait. You know the reasons, school, homework, family and I can go on! This chapter I think is a little longer than the others, a way to excuse myself for that long wait.

Chapter dedicated to iIqra786 for being such sweet with her comments. Thanks dear, your comments and votes really pushes me to write :) If everyone was like you! I'd be on a comfy little cloud right now!

Enjoyyy!!!!

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It has been now three days since that day I discovered about my parents.

I took a sip of my hot tea and looked through the window of the restaurant. A little girl and probably her mother were crossing the street, talking and laughing. I closed my eyes and wondered how was my mother, my father. For now three days, more than ever I wanted to know them so badly. I’ve never felt like this and I felt guilty in a way.

I finished my tea and leaned on the table. The restaurant was empty mostly because everyone went out enjoying sun while I was here. I had called Samira and told her the news. She was as surprised as me and apologized for like ten minutes on the phone before bursting into tears. I always considered her as a sister and here again she proved me I wasn’t wrong. I really loved her a lot, like a sister. I also told her to keep this secret, I had to tell Yassin first, before everyone. I felt guilty for not telling him directly.

I sighed heavily, I already planned my speech.

The problem was that he was late. I had waited for him from now an hour or so and he wasn’t coming.

I went to the reception and asked for his number. A young lady, who perfumed herself way too much, smiled recognising him, gave me his number. I assumed, she knew who he was and I couldn’t help but feel something against her. So I took the number and went back to my room. Was I ready to call him? was the question I asked myself. After all, we haven’t really talked since that fateful day and I was a little scared. Guilt and fear were blocking me. So I put the phone to his place. I definitely wasn’t ready.

I took away my hijab and made a quick bun. I then installed the little easel I brought with me in the balcony, facing the street. I think it was enough dark for me to see what I’d paint and for passers-by not to see me. There were trees under my window anyway.

I blended the colors together and began painting. I wanted to portray my emotions on that canvas. No sooner said than done, everything I was feeling went through my paintbrush. The sunset was beautiful and I couldn’t resist painting it, putting it on my canvas forever.

I didn’t know for how long I was painting before I felt a light bruise caressing my cheek. I always took my time to paint but I think this time it was a little too much because night was already set. I looked at my unfinished painting and smiled, proud of myself. Sure, the darkness was distorting the colors but I preferred it like this.

A window opened and a light smell of musk emerged from it. I assumed Yassin was back since his window was just at my right. Even, he was on the balcony, I was sure about it.

I sighed and I did something I could have never done once again, I spoke. Like my mouth was disconnected to my brain. Words were coming out from my mouth.

“I’m sorry” was the first words I said, as a beginning to the long speech that followed. “Sorry about that day. I-I wasn’t’ in a mood to talk and I’m sorry about it. I’m going to explain everything”

--Yassin—

“Remember when I asked for your computer? I wanted to search for the duchess Auberville. A waiter in the hotel told me I looked like her so I searched for her and I kind of found some piece of informations. This day I met her secretary who told me I was the duchess Auberville’s daughter because I looked like her.”