Chapter forty two

feel intense pity towards her, then he changed and the blood of revenge erupted, so he remembers the years of torment he lived with his mother, and how his sister died of love and his mother carried her running, seeking help from someone and she could not, you love his innocent sister.

Tamara was making lunch, wearing those special clothes

at home.

And suddenly, at the sound of a car horn, in front of the outer door of the house, I was amazed who would come. Is it her mother or Hadeer, who knew? or felt it.

It's been a month since this agony is coming, this is the help.

Mohab came out in a way that confused her, and there was something then happened, he grabbed her by the hand

_ Mohab: I will make you leave, but now and at that time, you must be silent.

And he looks at her and speaks pleadingly: I will make you leave, as I told you the person who came, now he cannot see you, this is the key to the room, lock yourself well from the inside, and never open except when you see his car, move away from this window, and do not get too close to the window, Look from behind the curtain.

She shook her head yes!

You do not know why he obeyed, then left the room, and locked it with the key, but rather put a large chair behind the door. As for him, he descended the stairs while he was running, and opened the large wooden door of the villa.

Then he called with his highest sense: I came, I was asleep. wait a little bit.

The person standing in front of the iron door, from the outside, was still banging hard on the door, but when Mohab heard that it would open now

Silence what he's doing

Then he got into the car again, waiting for Mohab to open for her, and indeed Mohab opened the big door, which he had locked with the iron chain, putting that big lock on it from the inside.

This person drove so fast that Mohab was afraid to run him over, so he ran behind the car that stopped and got off that person, who was his younger brother Arkan, who was a miniature version of his maternal grandfather, who was supposed to take revenge on his bloodlines, except that he is personally closer. Respond to it, in terms of character even form.

Arkan: I see you, Mohab. You loved the honeymoon, and you did not implement what we agreed upon.

Mohab: As he opens the wooden door of the villa, which he had locked, behind him with the key:

"Come into the office and we'll talk, without being overheard."

Arkan did not let him finish his words, but said in an angry voice:

_ Did you like that much to forget our mother, to forget this falcon, he only felt fearful, and he pushed him into the office room, for he was pillars not in the strength of a feared body, nor in his athletic body composition.

Mohab: Why do you speak so loudly? Then we did not agree to kill her, the agreement was only revenge, we took all his money, and here I married her so that she would not suffer torment, but I will not kill her, or burn her, for example.

Arkan sat on the office chair, after Mohab closed the door, and he also sat on the chair opposite him, and made Mohab stare into those small eyes, which, if the words that came out of those eyes were translated, would burn the entire place.

Mohab: I told you previously, and for several years, I do not stain my hands with any blood. Even if I did it as an accident, I would not be able to meet my Lord while I am a killer. Whoever kills will be killed even after a while. I do not want that. We took all his money in the way we agreed. Even his house, his car, everything, even the stores he owns in that house, which I know very well that there are things hidden in it, except that, as you know, I will not sell or dispose of them. This, if any, is the first.

Secondly, the one who stays at the top is my wife. I admit that I went too far with her. I was supposed to move away, take the factory, the house and all his money and move away. At that time she would live in poverty, but I knew that her uncle could take her to live with him abroad, so I acted and married her. But she is first and foremost, and as our mother's uncle said, she is my flesh and I cannot waste it or kill her. You do not know what the feeling of remorse is, with which I live this month, and what she tasted of torment during that period.

Arkan: I want retribution, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and the one who appears is darker. We lived through many years of deprivation. Didn't you hear your mother's voice while she was screaming at night, and calling for your sister who died, because there was no money, to buy medicine or take her to the doctor, before that lawyer that our grandfather brought to Sheikh al-Tayyib and we were able to take some The money, which was in the bank, I suffer, when I remember that day when that Numan came to us, saying, to my mother, that he knows that we are still alive, and that he wants her to leave the country and to concede, and not to ask for her legal inheritance of the lands, all the lands, he robbed them and sold it, and my mother could only take a small part of the money because we were still minors, and the rest of the money was placed in the nephew council, all without the knowledge of any individual from that ill-fated village, everyone was sure of our death even when he sold the lands, and left everyone was watching We were not there, so our mother took us and ran away with us. We lived years and years of poverty. Did you forget that I was wiping shoes at the train station? I forgot that you used to stand with a yellow towel, at the signals wiping the wagons, we tasted bitterness and torment, until you reached the age of twenty-one, and you graduated from the College of Studies, and you were able to obtain money, then after you I and we were able to fight Sharif, we did not know that the money was a lot We lived for years, and years, and we had money that we could not put our hands on, all because of that anemone, and the lack of personality of his son, the father of that woman upstairs, where is she, where is she, to tell her, about that black history of her father and grandfather.

He was talking, but Mohab had put his eyes down and closed them. Yes, he remembers, he remembers years of torment, he remembers years, years of misery and deprivation, how, his mother was shivering in the winter, because there were no heavy clothes, for her to provide them with food and drink, how They were going from room to room,

And from place to place afraid of her father.

Arkan: You were not present when your mother died. Yes, she died when we had money. Yes, she was happy, but in her last days, she was hallucinating and calling for your father until she, she was calling for his lover, and she remembers what her father did with her for many years, and she cries crying for this brother who He never asked if his sister, Tawheed, was there. Where are her children? Or are they dead. He is a negative person, or I think he is an accomplice to the crime.

Then Arkan suddenly rose to open the door and left, raised his head towards the top of the stairs, and shouted loudly:

I want to tear you apart, I want to burn your heart. Your grandfather and father also burned my mother's heart.

Mohab was in a state of collapse, he was still sitting inside in the office, remembering, um, tears began to flow from his eyes.

As for Tamara, she was already. She opened the door and listened to everything they said. She was also trembling from crying, then she appeared, and she was not afraid of Arkan, but called: - Are you related to me?

Mohab ran out when he heard her voice, and stood in front of his brother so that he would not go up.

Arkan laughed while looking at her. He tried to advance, but the great similarity between her and his mother made him suddenly stand up and look, fearfully.