BLOOD BY THE HAND OF GUILT

Chapter Thirty Four

"Are you crazy?, do you want to get me killed?" Kay screamed into the phone.

"I'm sure we can work on your outlook, I really need you Kay"

"Nah uh, I am not flying my ass to no damn Muslim dominating zone, what happens to my skinny jeans and mascara, girl you know I don't go without Mascara, and the thought of me putting on some robe and turban is torturing enough, no way!"

"Please, please pleeeeeeeeease"

"You've done good all this wjile I'm sure you'll survive the rest of the days"

"Come on Kay are you really going to get me to beg?, okay fine, I'll sponsor a vacation to the Maldives"

"I visited the Maldives and I didn't like the food there"

"What of Paris?"

"I hate French people"

"You are French for crying out loud"

"Nope, my tongue is french by body, this body you want to destroy is Italiano and no again, I aint coming to Morocco"

"Not even for my wedding?"

"Wait a minute girl, you getting married?" Kay said with genuine surprise.

"Yep, I need your hands on my face"

"Merde…..fine, I'll do this for you but I'm out after the wedding, and you need to promise me perdere, that I will walk back to the airport with two legs and two full arms"

"I promise" Jazmine giggled justa s a knock came on the door.

"Bene" He said.

"Thanks so much, I'll cover the expenses"

"The hell you will, I ain't making those people rich with my hard earned money, to pay for some suicide bomber's underwear" Jazmine laughed.

"I'm serious"

The knock came again.

"I have to go Kay, will talk to you later"

Jazmine hang up.

"Come in"

It was Khalid.

"Hey" He said and hugged his wife to be, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"You look tensed"

"I am, had a long day, and the King is visiting in two days"

"Here?" Jazmine was genuinely not expecting that.

"Yes here, sometime around three but before that I have an early morning meeting, my father wants to go to the bank tomorrow and I really wished I could go with him"

"You could just write me a cheque I'll cash it out for you"

"You'll do that?"

"Uh huh, besides, I would like to open an account here to have some money transferred"

"That would be great, thanks baby" Khalid kissed her again on the forehead.

"I'll leave the cheque in the top drawer of my desk in the morning, you might not be up when I leave"

" They want me to ran for President of the government"

"That is great news Khalid"

"I think I will, better that than just being the Prime Minister right, besides there's more of me in there, relating to the public, I will announce that I am running tomorrow so I could get cleared off being a candidate for Prime Minister"

"I'm proud of you" Jazmine hugged him.

"Thank you" He smiled down at her.

"My aunt told me you went to the market" He walked towards the bed and took a seat, loosening his tie.

"Yes, we had a nice time"

"Anything unusual?"

Jazmine turned to him, wondering if he was aware of the incident.

"No, why do you ask?"

"There is always something" He smiled and stood again.

Jazmine smiled briefly.

"I'll leave you now, goodnight dear"

"Goodnight" Jazmine said as he walked to the door.

"Khalid, what time again does your father leave for the bank?"

"he always leaves at 12"

"Okay, I'll be ready before twelve" She smiled.

"I'll let him know"

"No, don't, I will" She said.

That night Jazmine lay in bed reading when she heard a horn blow. It resounded again and she got out of bed and walked to her window.

'Rosh Hashana' She said and then she smiled looking up at the stars. It was the Jewish New Year, one of her favorite holidays. She recalled eating apples dipped in honey and challah bread with her family when she was younger. She imagined all the fun the jewish folks would be having and she wished she could join them. She shut her eyes and just stood there listening to the wind…..Rosh Hashana, she said again….

She returned to her bed and picked up her phone again, this time she called Jamal.

"Hello?"

"Jamal, its me…..tell me, how possible is it to empty someone's bank account?"