19 CHAPTER NINETEEN : THE NURSE

(Tuesday the 9th of September)

I woke up felling refreshed about yesterday, the time was about 5:16 in the morning, I was felling lovely as I woke up on the right side of the bed. If my bed had one then "yes I did" today. It was the beginning of a new life for me.

I woke up and bath, o forced my self to pray as I wanted to become a good Muslim, I prayed to God to help me as I now have a secret, I was the girl.

Thank God that mom and dad did not allow the newscasters to film me if not I would have been the talk of the town by now, I would have not been able to breathe fresh air.

I went downstairs to go and eat as I was done with dressing and I know I looked beautiful.

"Honey"

"AAAA"

"Come"

"To where..."

"Come downstairs"

"OK mom I am almost done"

I walked majestically downstairs as I quickly picked up my cell phone from where I was charging. I can still remember the time I bought this phone that mom warned me never to charge the phone in my room especially when I am sleeping.

Likewise, I sat down on a chair and dropped my bag at my right-hand side I was looking classy and beautiful and I just know it.

"Mom I am hear soooo... What was the thing that you wanted to tell me?"

"Well your dad and I will be loving the country to Canada for an official assignment"

"Okay, how long"

"Okay, maybe a week or two"

"Oh, okay nice" I said with a mouth filled with rice.

I felt really irritated by this that I had to sit upright and stop bending my face into the food.

"What?" My sub asked as it looks like mom was irritated by this, but she could not say, and I could not perfectly tell if she was really disgusted by this attitude of mine.

"So, what do you have to say about us leaving!"

"Mom, you know I really wanted this for you and dad and I hope you get the post that you are looking for"

"Thanks dear, you have always been hear for us, and yes we really do appreciate you"

"Mom, when you come back we will have to talk about her"

Mom was conduced so she just had to ask

"Who?"

"Maryam"

"Ooooh, okay I will"

"Mom take care okay!, it was already past seven and I don't want to be late, not on a perfect day"

"OK darling"

She waved, and I waved back at her, the driver was waiting for me as he opened the door. Who knew how long he has been standing?, oh well that's his job and he gets paid.

There was no obstruction in the road as it was free and fine.

I sat down behind the driver's seat, I was looking out the window, suddenly a strange thought came to me. Wait a minute if mom and dad were abroad when I was captured then how the hell was my phone with them?, how did they get it?, this was a big question that needs a big answer.

But you know what I don't need to think about this, the only thing I need to focus on right now is how to act normal around people and not to get detected or noticed because I don't fit in or so, I want to fit in this community, and the faster I forget about trying to decode my past, the better for me.

I have to keep my identity a secrete, and hide from anyone whom o think will be dangerous to me.

I kinda like the news gye " wait a minute" my sub started, isn't the news gye that reported the news that day, the one we watched about an interview with you. Oh nooo, what if he finds out that I am the one, the one who was kidnapped.

"What are you waiting for ma, you have been staring out the window, and you did not move an inch" the driver said angrily

I looked out the window blinking my eyes several times and now realizing that I was already in front of the hospital.

"Sorry" I replied.

I quickly came down and carried my bag out of the car, I stood there for a while and watched him storm off as if there was something chasing him, come to think of it mom and dad left, no wonder he is rude to me, also maybe he wants to use the car for public purpose.

I looked at my wrist watch, and it was 7:50am I walked into the office as I saw different faces, I walked on the lonely path that too me to the office in which I was yesterday.

Not only that, but I entered the office and saw him, you know the Mr. Fugly "nop" he is not actually fugly cos if he was then he would be funny but that does not mean he is not ugly. Mr. Muhammad, what a name.

"Mourning" I greeted as I walked to his table

"Salamualykum"

Oh, I forgot he is Mr. Islam I am sure he would have won that a thousand times if it existed.

"Walaykumusalam" I replied

"How are you, and your night"

"Fine thank you sir"

It was official this man is now a monster, how can you be so formal to someone who loves you, I mean if I had an elder sibling they might be of the same age.

"Sit" he said

I grated the seat as I sat closed to him the way we did yesterday, I felt really embarrassed as I was close to him, what if I wanted to release a toxic and chocking gas from my ass.

"So, what do you want to know?" He asked.

"Your age"

Stupid girl, he meant in journalism not in reality.

"Twenty two, now do you have any question regarding journalism"

Wow, he answered really nice, I guess he is not as horrible as I taught.

"Well you know I am not actually studying journalism, you know I just wanted to gain professional knowledge and life copping skills, from the real world"

"Really"

"Yes sir"

"So, what are you studying"

" oh yes, I am studying law"

"Nice course, so how long will you be staying with us?"

"Maybe a week, or two"

"Why?"

"My parents said school will be resuming very soon"

"So what were you intending to have in the next two weeks"

"Nothing"

"You mean you did not have any intentions when you wanted to do a short service in a television station"

"Oh, I just wanted to leave home and mingle with real humans, I just wanted to make friends and... You know socialize if I must".

"To bad"

"Well if I may ask, can we be..... You know friends".

Please don't get me wrong, I fell like I can trust you, besides I really need someone to explain something to me, I need to be free from the protection of my parents.

"What do you mean by the world, friends?"

"What does the word means?"

OK he is getting it all wrong.

"And don't you have any of your so-called friends?"

"No"

I started felling clouds covering my eyes, it was as if there was something inside, I think it's my heart cos ever beat my heart beats the more tears accumulates in my eyes, I fell lime I could use a tissue, a handkerchief or something to cover my eyes. Besides, I already have a scar there so nothing personal tho, but I would lime to cover it up with anything right now.

"What do you mean by no?" He asked again.

Dear Muhammad,

are you bind?, or you just refuse to see that I am hurt emotionally, I am trying to swallow my years so that you won't think of me as a week, but you want my eyes to pop out before you notice that something is wrong with me. I am really in need of a friend, I mean I really need a friend someone who loves me and care for me, you know.

                                                          Yours Habib.

" Okay, the only friend I had since diaper days died in a car accident... or so but that was what my parents told me"

"Why did your parents tell you that?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Maybe"

"You promise you won't tell ant one?"

"What's this about, if you want to tell me you tell if you don't want to, or you are having any doubt then don't" he said like the newscaster that he is.

"Well I had an accident and ever since I have been diagnosed with amnesia"

"I am really sorry for that"

"It's okay"

"How long has it been"

"I can't say"

"OK, why don't you take my number fell free to call or text me when ever you want, you know you can see me like your elder brother"

"Thanks"

He stood up and went out of the office after giving me his phone number, this was the only number I have after mom and dads, its really sad, oh before I forget I also have disturbia's number, the person that always wants to get me I trouble with my parents as she knows my past, or so she says.

"Come with me" he said as he came back and was standing at the door

I did as I was instructed to, I looked at the time and saw that it was just 10:30am well it was not time for prayer, "thank God" so what did he want.

We were walking to the other half of the company where the boss's office was, I saw her standing outside her office as Muhammad already entered a corner that lead to a room, or maybe it was another office, I walked straight up to her and I saw....

"Good morning ma"

"How are you ha....aaaaa....." She was trying so hard to recall my name.

"Habiba"

"Oh yes darling how are you?"

"Fine ma"

I turned back, and I saw Muhammad coming closer, he stopped I guess he was looking for me.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked as he noticed the face I was making.

"The woman the boss was talking to, who is she?"

"Oh, no idea"

The woman was the name-calling nurse, she was the one that dad was yelling to, she is still the same woman that... that..... that... name calling witch.

She noticed the way I was steering at her, and she gave me the "I know you look" who those she thinks she is. Mitchewwwww

Dear name called,

We meet again, and I still ask the same questions as always, who are you?, and why do you have a "I am guilty face" or maybe that is your most worn face, or look. I don't care but what I do care about is what he'll you are doing in every single place I go to.

                                        Yours sincerely, hater.

Oh my God, I am gonna through up.

I walked narrowly into the room, and turns out it was truly an office, I was felling a little drained as as I was also dehydrated, I stood up and went to the edge of the room where they had a water dispenser, which I took in as if my life depended on it, which it did.

I sat down on the chair that was close to Muhammad, nice.

Turns out it was the Editing room, I learned a lot today as I had someone whom I could trust.

The rest of the day was pretty much easy as I now had a new friend, "I think" I got home late as mom and dad were on a journey and besides I did not want to leave the firm today.

I slept from seven that I got home till the next morning, it was a really nice day, I really am impressed with my friendship skills, which I love so much.