When Fate Leads

Chapter 8

It was a beautiful morning on the island, the sun was shining brightly, almost too bright for 7:00am. From the open window, rays of sunlight reflected unapologetically on a side of the mirror: the usual morning breeze blew with a fierce gust: UmarFarouq stood before his mirror, basking in the double glory of the sun and the breeze as he got ready for the day.

He wore a dark blue shirt with his usual white three piece suit: his gun hostler vest before the jacket. He put on a black pair of Christian louboutin shoes and for accessories, UmarFarouq wore a custom made Tom Ford silver cuff links with blue interior and a silver Rolex Daytona.

He finished with a quick brush of his already neat beard: he took his twin guns from a drawer and placed them in their hostler, in his jacket. He had another spray of perfume and did a swift sweep on his jacket with his hand before stepping out of the room.

He did not intend to have a big breakfast, he thought as he walked into the dining room.

Salma was already at the dinning table, UmarFarouq blinked in surprise when saw her.

Why is she here? He thought. He had not seen her since the morning when he was in her room to tell her she wasn't leaving. She had refused to honor his invitation to be at the dinning and now here she was, sitting beautifully in a black arabian gown, at the table. Why the sudden change of mind? UmarFarouq was lost for a moment.

The answer he didn't know was after days of rebelliousness, Salma had came to the decision that she would play along with whatever he wanted, it would be her ticket out of the island. She had a plan.

She was unaware of his steps but his scent announced his presence. The same scent he had left lingering in her room two days ago. She scrunched her nose: she hated this man and she would have loved this scent if it wasn't his... but now she hated this masculine heavenly scent.

Salma did not rise from her sit when he approached the table, she merely lifted her eyes and looked at him then dropped them immediately in synchronism with a drop of her heart. She had concluded since their first meeting that white had never look so breathtaking and elegant like it did, unfortunately on this man: what a waste of beauty.

Did he have to look so fine, like he just dropped out of a Vogue magazine? She thought, Was all this handsomeness necessary?

"Good morning" UmarFarouq greeted as he pulled out a chair at the table to sit.

Salma lifted her eyes again to look at him, if he was surprised to see her at the table, he did a very good job at concealing it for it did not show a bit on his beautiful face. Salma averted her eyes, for some reason unknown to her, UmarFarouq was so hard to look at.

"Good morning" she replied indifferently, UmarFarouq nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He sat on the chair adjacent to Salma's.

A lively Inna Gaji came into the dining room from the kitchen. Behind her was Fatu with the breakfast trolley.

"UmarFarouq" she beamed "I see you've met with Salma, she decided to grace us with her presence this morning"

"Inna Gaji Barka da safiya" UmarFarouq returned her greetings.

"Did you sleep well my child?"

"I did, Alhamdulillah"

"MashaAllah" Inna Gaji praised "may I serve your breakfast?"

"After Salma, please" he replied.

Inna Gaji smiled, she turned to Salma and began serving her breakfast
"Salma dear, what tea would you have?" Inna Gaji asked.