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03. Habibi.

Songs for the chapter:

Beyonce - Formation

Beyonce - Broken-hearted girl

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Loud music sounded around. My lips were curled in a slight smile as i sang along to one of my favorite songs of Beyonce.

I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it

I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it

Again, I was painting in my spot where I could be alone with myself. This time, however, I wasn't painting him. This morning after I left Jason in the kindergarten and I went to shop, an elderly couple in love caught my eyes. They walked holding hands as the man holding the woman. I pretty quickly passed them with the car, but it was enough to stay in my mind. As soon as I got home, I changed and went downstairs, putting my new canvas. I felt terribly inspired and the brush itself somehow was slipping on the canvas. He was the only one to inspire me like this.

My favorite songs sounded around from speakers that were connected to my phone, but this time I didn't leave the sad playlist to play. No, this time I felt somehow happy and did not even know why. I did not want to sink into sad thoughts, listening to performers, pouring their grief into music as I did with the painting for most of the time.

I did not know how much time I spent in the studio. I have not looked at my phone even once to check what time it is. Just painting. I wanted to finish the painting before I forget the images of the elderly couple in love.

I was totally immersed in what I did not even realize that my phone is ringing until he rang for the second time. I sighed and wiped my hands on my shirt and then I looked at my phone. When I saw the unknown number, I wondered if I should accept the call, but I did it.

|Hello?" I said uncertainly, approaching the phone to my ear.

"Hello, Malika." a very familiar voice sounded. "I'm Zayn, Alice's father, we met last week on the play in the kindergarten."

"Yes, I remember." I answered vaguely wondering why this man call me and how he found my number. We met few times in kindergarten in the morning last week, but we just greeted each other. We had not tied any conversations.

"I got your number from the children's teacher. Jason was worried about you, because five o'clock passed and you still have not come to pick him up. He said that you come much earlier."

"Oh, Lord!" I panicked now. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes!"

Then I just hung up. I was shaking because I forgot my child in the kindergarten. My phone showed it was five and twenty and the kindergarten closes in five and a half. I got out of the studio, and I even had no time to change. I just took the car keys.

Fifteen minutes later, I parked in front of Jason's kindergarten. I got out of the car and ran to the yard, where it was completely empty. I looked around and saw Zayn standing on a bench, and the children were swinging on the swings.

"Hello!" He greeted me when he saw me, smiling. He rose from the bench and we were face to face.

"Hello! I am so sorry for what happened, until now this has never happened to me. I just got lost and ..." the words got out of my mouth quickly. I was still worried, and my heart would jump out of my chest.

Zayn's eyes ran through my body. Only then I realized how ridiculous I looked. I was all in paints, and I had no bra under my shirt. I felt uncomfortable and shifted in one place, wondering how to conceal. Lord!