Forty minutes later:
“The police received a call from an eye witness.” Said Fahad calmly as soon as he ended a phone call. Yara, Sajida and Fouzia stared at him eagerly. “He said that he saw a man in a pick-up truck who tried dragging two young girls inside..”
“BINTY” screamed Sajida hitting her chest.
“This doesn’t mean that it’s Tamara. It can’t be” said Yara.
“The incident happened in Hamad Town.” Said Fahad.
“Hamad Town? Why would Tamara go to Hamad Town? No, it can’t be them!” said Yara moving around.
“Didn’t he say more? Like what they were wearing? How they looked like?” wondered Fouzia.
“That’s all. He will call again as soon as they receive more information”
“It’s her. I have a feeling it’s her!” said Sajida breaking down.
Fouzia rushed to Sajida and held her with both arms for support, “don’t say that. Inshalla it’s not. Sit down” she pulled her down to sit.
Yara was in denial. She pretended that nothing was going on and she went to the kitchen and got Sajida’s pills and a glass of water. “Are you ok?” asked Fahad as soon as she turned around.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be? She will call any minute and say that she is in a friend’s house, somewhere!” said Yara confidently and was about to walk away.
“It’s great that you are being optimistic about this, but, you have to keep in mind that something might be wrong.” he said nicely. She stared at him in confusion and walked to her bedroom.
When she finally had her space, she threw herself on bed and lay down for few minutes. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed from the bottom of her heart that a miracle would happen and Tamara would walk through the door. Her heart jumped out of place when she heard two knocks on her door. “Yara, Fatima’s mother called again, she wants to speak to you” said Fouzia behind the door.
“Hello” said answered the phone in the sitting room.
“Did you find them?” asked the mother.
“Not yet. But we are asking around so don’t worry” said Yara tired.
“Me and her father are very worried. He dropped her to your house in the morning so their friend would pick them up and take them to her house in Hamad Town” said the mother.
“Hamad Town?” said Yara and automatically dropped on the armchair behind her. Every head in the room was turned towards her.
“Yes. But I don’t have their number or address or even full name!” said Um Fatima.
“There is something that you should know….” Said Yara with reality finally sinking in.
At the same time, Nadia, Mohammed and his two sisters were having dinner in Mezzaluna. The place was as quiet as always, suitable for a group who needed privacy. After having a fine meal, they continued enjoying their conversation while sipping herbal tea.
“I really think that divorce is the right thing to do.” Said Amal, Mohammed’s eldest sister.
“That’s just the typical mean you! Don’t you have any consideration for your nephew?” said Hana, Mohammed’s second sister.
“Oh come on, Reem was always left out between us. And there is no need to worry about Khalid, he’s young and he’ll find his balance. You can’t sacrifice your brother’s happiness for that reason!” said Amal.
“And what will happen to her meskeena? She was a good wife to him after all!” said Hana in a broken voice that showed Nadia how naïve and sensitive she was.
“She can take care of herself!” said Amal rudely.
“You are a devil. Thank god you don’t have kids!” Said Hana and turned to Nadia, “she’s one of those evil old single women”
Nadia laughed loud, “are they always like that?” she asked Mohammed.
“Always were, always will” he said with a smile.
“You will get used to it with time. And what old woman are you talking about? I’m 40, single and can’t be any happier” said Amal proudly with her short hair and navy blue blazer.
“Yes. You don’t have to repeat that twenty times a day” said Hana with her straight soft black hair falling over her face naturally.
“Ok Miss I-can’t-say-no-to-my-kids” said Amal daringly and sipped her Jasmine Tea.
“Enough you two! What impression are you giving to the new member of the family?” joked Mohammed.
“Leave my kids alone. They have the most evil aunt on earth and that’s why I’m making it up to them by being extra sweet!” said Hana.
“How old are your kids?” asked Nadia laughing.
“My girl is 8 and my boy is 6” said Hana proudly.
“Remember when she got married? We were together back then” said Mohammed.
“Yes. I do.” She said shyly.
“Don’t listen to her. I am the nicest aunt anyone could ever have. I took them to Dubai last month and they had a blast” said Amal confident.
“With your rules and restrictions? I doubt it!” said Mohammed proving Hana right and they all laughed.
“It’s Fahad!” said Nadia as she stared at her phone screen, “hello?”
“Hi Nadia” said Fahad in a serious tone.
“I think that you should come to Yara’s house now”
“Why? You’re there? What’s wrong?”
“Tamara is missing. There is a chance that she might be kidnapped”
“Yara is not doing well. She’s pretending to be strong. She’s not listening to me, but I’m sure she’ll listen to you”
It was after midnight in Yara’s house. The sitting room was dark with few lamps turned on in some corners. There was a tray of untouched sandwiches on a coffee table and some small bottles of water placed next to each other. Sajida was passed out on one of the sofas after her pills took effect. Fouzia covered her with a light blanket and sat on an armchair reading Quran under one of the lamps. Yara was sitting on the floor and resting her body sideways on the sofa behind her. Nadia was trying to force her to eat a sandwich but she refused by shaking her head slowly. Fahad kept his distance. The last thing he wanted was to annoy her or use that situation to win her back. He watched her from a distance and wandered around the house every now and then. He felt responsible for some reason. This family still needed him and he didn’t want to let them down.
“Any news?” said Nadia after following Fahad to the kitchen.
“No. Nothing” he said concerned.
“How bad is it? Is there anything that I don’t know about?” she whispered.
“I’m pretty sure that it’s her. Two young girls in Hamad Town! What are the odds?” he said finally getting to open up without considering any feelings.
“I know. But we need to put on a positive attitude. If we don’t, they’ll breakdown!”
“Walla if I catch the one who did this, I’d kill him and cut his body into little pieces!” he said in anger.
“You think they’ll be able to find them soon?”
“I don’t know.. I really don’t” he shook his head.
“There are a hundred possibilities. They could’ve killed them or raped them or tortured them!” she said with her fear growing.
“The police needs to be more strict with some animal-like people.” He said pissed off. Nadia took a deep breath and went back to the sitting room.
“Did he say anything?” asked Yara as soon as Nadia sat next to her.
“No, what would he say?”
“Is she dead?” asked Yara with a distant mind.
“Why are you saying that? Stop thinking this way!” yelled Nadia trying to control her volume.
“I have a bad feeling, a very bad feeling” said Yara with teary eyes.
“Of course you will. It’s normal. But on the other hand you have to have some faith! Have faith in Allah and he won’t let you down..” said Nadia and tapped her head.
Five hours later:
It was around 6am. Fahad’s phone rang waking them all up from their very light naps around the sitting room. “Yes?” answered Fahad quickly. “Yes.. thank you.. thank you.. we are coming now..”
“What is it?” asked Yara impatiently.
“They found them…”
Fahad walked into the very quiet police station with Sajida and Yara following him. Sajida was holding her Bahraini Daffa that was on top of her head with one hand and carrying her Chanel with the other. Yara left the house with her flip flops, leggings and a white loose I Love Paris T-shirt. The short walk to the police office after entering the station felt long and cold. They didn’t know what to expect and the rough marble floor wasn’t friendly enough either.
The moment they stepped into the office, they saw Tamara and Fatima sitting on white plastic chairs next to each other with terrified looks on their faces. Their hair was messy and their clothes weren’t as neat as they were the day before. Tamara jumped out of her chair when she saw them walking in and ran to Yara with tears suddenly streaming down her face. “Don’t cry. You are safe now.” said Yara squeezing her back without being able to control her tears.
“They locked us in a dark room all day. And there was a dog barking outside” said Tamara weeping.
Sajida pulled Tamara out of Yara’s arms, held her face tenderly with both hands and hugged her tight while Yara gave Fatima a hug and wiped her tears.
“Did you catch them?” asked Fahad.
“Yes, and we’ll tell you the whole story” said the police officer.
“Mama why don’t you wait with the girls outside? Give them the juice and sandwiches that you packed for them” said Yara nicely.
“But I want to know what happened!” demanded Sajida.
“We’ll let you know. Please!” she said begging.
“Ok..” She said and led the girls outside.
“How are you related to them?” asked the police officer.
“I’m Tamara’s sister” said Yara.
“And you?” he looked at Fahad.
“He’s my fiancé” said Yara right away. Fahad stared at her and back at the police officer with a smile that he tried hard to hide.
“We caught the two men who kidnapped them. One of them is in his mid thirties and the other in his late twenties. They probably were planning to ask for a ransom. They didn’t harm the girls” stated the police officer.
“Hamdella” said Yara relieved.
“We found the girls in a locked room of an old house in Hamad Town. We will question them now and find out more details. But usually in such cases, they wait for a day or two before calling the family for the ransom” said the officer.
“The level of confidence they have!! They really believed that it was that easy?” asked Fahad.
“That’s how they always fail! Such cases are very easy to track in Bahrain” said the officer.
“Thank you very much. We appreciate your efforts” said Yara.
“That’s our job. And we’ll provide you with more details shortly” said the officer.
After dropping Fatima home. Fahad drove to Yara’s house with Yara sitting in the front seat and Sajida holding Tamara in the back. “Thank you” said Yara breaking the silence and turning her head slightly to Fahad.
“You know that I’d do anything for you and your family” he smiled.
Silence descended in the car again ’till they reached the house. Fahad waited by the door and made sure that they were in and that the doors were properly locked. He drove to his house after a long night looking forward to a few hours of sleep.
Sajida stayed by Tamara’s side and forced her to have a glass of milk before having a shower. They didn’t talk about it. Yara warned her mother not to open up the topic till Tamara recovers. After her shower, Sajida noticed that she was still shaking. She tucked her into bed and promised her that she will sleep by her side. Feeling the warmth of her bed and her mother’s tenderness for the first time, she immediately fell asleep.
“Can you imagine us having to go through all of this without Fahad? Allah sent Fouzia to us at the right time” said Sajida as they both left Tamara’s room and closed the door slowly.
“True” Said Yara.
“I feel that he is a part of this family already”
“His mother stayed by your side all night” said Yara and yawned.
“I know that it’s not the right time, but maybe you should reconsider..” said Sajida nicely.
“Good night mother.. “ said Yara walking to her room.
“Fahad!!” said Alia answering her phone.
“Hala. The ring tone says that you’re out of Bahrain” said Fahad.
“I’m in Geneva. How are you?”
“Don’t you and your family ever get fed up with Geneva?” he asked rudely.
“What’s with the upset tone?”
“Why did you lie to Yara?”
“Lie? I didn’t lie. You are the one who lied!”
“She came to you, she trusted you and you should’ve told her the whole truth instead of a one sided story!”
“It’s over! Thanks to you!”
“When I told her I thought that she already knew! I was surprised to know that you didn’t tell her!”
“Why didn’t you tell her that you had issues too!” he said angry.
“Because she doesn’t care about me! You were the topic!”
“Oh come on! You know the condition very well and you have no right to blame me while you were a big part of it too!”
“I don’t know! This is how the conversation went! I meant no harm!” Said Alia getting nervous.
“Fix it then!” he ordered.
“Will she listen to me?”
“I don’t know just do something”
“Fine. If it will make you feel any better, I will”
“Yara? How is Tamara? Is everything ok?” asked Dalal as soon as Yara picked up the phone.
“Yes. We are all fine hamdella.” Said Yara.
“I just heard about what happened and I lost my mind. You mind if I visit you later today?”
“You’re welcome anytime”
“You sound very tired. Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?”
“Thanks” said Yara quietly.
“You mind me asking about Fahad? What did you end up doing about him?”
“Noooooo! I can’t believe it! Are you sure about this?”
“Sorry Dalal but I really don’t feel like talking about it” she said annoyed.
“I understand. You must be devastated. First Fahad and then Tamara!”
“And I sold the studio!”
“WHAT! I am coming to you right now..” said Dalal overwhelmed.
Sara and her mother were having a coffee break in Gloria Jean’s City Center. Fouzia was very stressed after all what had happened the previous night and she needed to go out for a change. “And you said no right away? Are you insane?” said Fouzia when Sara told her about Osama.
“What was I supposed to say?” said Sara confused.
“Say what every girl says in that situation. Give me time to think and I will get back to you” said Fouzia.
“But I didn’t need time! I know for sure that it’s impossible!”
“But why? The man is like a member of the family and we know him very well!” asked Fouzia disappointed.
“He is not my type!”
“What type? There are two types of men, a good man and a bad man. He is a good man and that is his type.”
“You’re funny. A “type” means much more than that”
“Stay single forever then. If each and every one of you has her own type then I doubt that this generation will ever reproduce another one!”
“You will never understand. But please don’t tell Fahad and let’s close this topic. I don’t like him that way, he is more like a brother to me and I can’t change that”
“Stupid. That’s all I can say!” said Fouzia and sipped her coffee.
Two days later:
Nadia walked into her shop to find a huge flower arrangement. She was sure of the sender, but not so sure of the occasion. She looked for the card between all the pink roses and white lily’s, pulled it and opened it slowly and excitedly:
I just signed the divorce papers. I am now a free man and I entirely belong to you and only you. Love you..