Tsvetana Alеkhina "Palmist-3. Return"

– Excuse me, is there something serious?

– This is an official secret. We are not spreading.

– I am sorry. It is just that this girl is so weird.

– There is a little. She is not the weird one. And these are your laws. Sultana only grinned in response.

– Wow, such blonde hair. I wonder where she is from. It was much easier for Sultana to stay in this country, she knew Portuguese. All these years spent with Amir have taught her a lot. Sultan I decided to take the situation into my own hands, and turned on my ability to eavesdrop. She spent all her free time from treatment near the front door, trying to hear what was going on in the ward opposite. In just a couple of days, she just found out the name of this girl’s husband. This is all the information that Sultana was able to find out.

Vina was sitting in her room like a mouse in a hole, and was afraid to go out into the corridor once again. Early Friday morning, Sultana left her room with her phone in her hand, and stood in the doorway looking at the door closed opposite. To her surprise, the door opened, and the girl with her eyes lowered to the floor left the ward, and quickly walked down the snow-white corridor. – Well, well. It is not my destiny to have such a devout friend. Sultana bitterly walked slowly and beautifully in the same direction. To her surprise, they were in the same queue for examination. The wine came with a huge delay and Sultana had to wait.

– Donna Sultana, we apologize for the inconvenience caused.

– It is okay. I am not in a hurry. Sultana examined the Guilt from head to toe. She did not understand why she had an incomprehensible curiosity about this girl. Vina could not stand it and turned to face her. Their eyes we met. The bright green color of the eyes alerted the Sultan. Yet, behind that color, she could see something familiar. Only she couldn’t figure out what? Hearing the phrase: – “Donna Sultana, I’m sorry.” The blood boiled in the Wine, and with it awoke the hatred that had once fallen asleep, which she had always felt for this girl. The door to the office closed, and Sultana was left alone in the corridor. —Where did I see her?” Strange. Entering the office, Vina was trembling all over.

– What is wrong with you? Are you ill?

– No. Just a feeling of anxiety.

– What are you worried about? Did something happen to you? It is bad for you in your position to worry. This can harm the treatment.

– I know.

– What happened to you?

– Nothing. I just remembered an unpleasant episode.

– It is better to tell the doctor about it. Vina sighed heavily. – You are not so bad. There is a chance to fix everything. If there are secrets and not pleasant memories, then it is necessary to tell. This will help the treatment. Medical secrecy will remain here, between the doctor and the patient. Hearing the encouraging words, Vina left the office with relief. At the exit, the collision with the Sultan was repeated. This time, forgetting herself, Vina did not arbitrarily turn her head to the side, as she had done before. At that moment, Sultana shuddered, remembering their scene with Vina in “Oriental Fairy Tale”.

– It cannot be. It is not her. After going into the study, Sultana was trembling as well as Vina.

– Yes, what is it with you today. What is the matter with you?

– Nothing. I remembered an unpleasant episode.

– Wow. The same thing happened to Donna Adele.

– With Donna Adele?

– Yes. Adele. A patient who just got out.

– She is so beautiful.

– I am surprised myself. Such an appearance does not go well with the inhabitants of the Kingdom of Morocco.

– Morocco?

– Yes. Morocco. You ask so many questions.

– Yes. Sorry. It is just the neighbor across the street; she is silent all the time.

– Yes. I noticed. She is a little weird, and downtrodden. Fortunately, Sultana’s ultrasound doctor turned out to be talkative, and she managed to get at least some information about her neighbor.

– Adele, Morocco, Wine. How to combine it? Not happening. I just made a mistake. But she ran away. And where? In Morocco? Sultana could not stand it and called Amir. “Is that really her?”

– I do not even know what to say to you. I am flying to you. She is so close to you. Try to hold out for these two days.

The guilt continued to sit like a mouse in its hole. But she wanted so much to get closer to the Sultan. Find out what she is. What she feels. How she managed to escape from Arthur’s clutches. Unable to stand it. The girl went for a walk in the corridor. Hearing the door slam Sultan quickly threw on a handkerchief gracefully went out into the corridor. —What’s the matter with them?” One is chasing the other.

– I told you, they are both weird.

– Instead of keeping quiet, they run along the corridor.

Meanwhile, Said suspected a strange disappearance of Guilt. She did not get in touch. No one saw her, and no one knew where she was. Not daring to ask Adjo where his wife was, knowing the response, Said personally started looking for her. —Where is she?” Sid’s people threw up their hands.

– She disappeared suddenly. And no one has seen her for ten days.

– It is certainly not a deadline, but there is something wrong. It is necessary to follow every step of Ajo.

– We are already doing this. But he is as pure as a drop of water.

– This proves once again that something is wrong here. He cannot be clean. Said was waiting for the promised call. But the call never came. – He is testing my patience. We will act through his mother. On one of the inconspicuous sunny days of Morocco, Bakhiti was abducted.

When he got home, Ajo did not find his mother at home. He understood everything at once. But from such a sharp stab in the back, he simply did not know what to do. Where to run? Whom should I call? Realizing that it was Said’s handiwork, he dialed first. – Said. Where are you? The meeting took place in one of the old ferries.

– I have been waiting. I am waiting for you. And you know you need to be careful. Ajo was silent in response. – Silence is consent. Isn’t it? Ajo came quickly. He behaved boldly and confidently. “You’re a brave boy. If you continue to behave the same way, then your business will go uphill.

– “My business is much better than yours.

– Big words. Be quiet.

– Where is she?

– She is fine. I will not hurt her. I need you.

– I came.

– You came alone.

– Yes.

– I see. Where is your wife?

– My wife, this is my personal. It does not belong to you anymore.

– I recognize Arthur. Glad to see you.

– What do you want?

– “I need you to take over your father’s business. This case should not die with him. Moreover, there are already people willing to help. Without thinking twice, Adjo delivered a solemn speech for Said’s ears.

– I agree. Bakhiti, being in one of the cabins, heard everything that was happening through the wall.

– “Oh, no, not that. Said. Bakhiti screamed with all her might.

– Mom. Let her go.

– “She’s alone in the cabin. She just hears what is going on here. She does not like it. Now you are going to pick her up and you are going home. I will get in touch with you. Ajo nodded in agreement.

– Said. Bakhiti was screaming. She tried to say something, but Adjo stopped her. Forbidding divulging his secret. Said made it clear that he would find her.

– Mom, don’t you dare do that.

– He needs her. Give this barren girl to her habitat. We have so many girls in town, better than her.

– Mom, don’t you dare say that. This is my woman.

– “That’s right, a woman. A stranger. With a criminal past behind his back. Why do you need it? Adjo himself did not know how this Guilt had hooked him. Perhaps just by his adventurism, and at the same time defenselessness. Love of adventure. The fact that she once knew his father. This woman was defenseless, and at the same time criminal. That was what was making Ajo’s head spin. To all of the above, Vina was slender and beautiful. Her shape and the expression of her eyes made the interlocutor look into those eyes. And those who once knew her will always remember this look.

– Mom, this woman really has a painful past behind her back. We need to help her through this critical period. Adele loves me. And I’m hers. And we’re going to have a baby. Seeing that her son was mad with love, Bakhiti decided not to argue. Arriving at the meeting with Said, the woman shouted in a firm tone:

– I know where she is. I will help you if you leave my son alone. In response, she heard hysterical laughter.

– “And if you don’t tell me, then what?” Bakhiti wanted to step back, but there was nowhere to retreat.

– You need her. Take it. Leave my son alone.

– Maybe you are right. Without her, your son will not be able to do what I need. I need her voluntary participation. Her passivity will ruin this case.

– “My son will never do what you’re trying to persuade him to do.

– Never say never. He has already given his consent. And when I find the Fault, he just runs to the case.

– Take this girl and leave. Away from us. Said saw how tense Bakhiti was. Deep down, he felt sorry for this poor, exhausted woman. He understood that Adjo’s mother was right, it was the Wine he needed. But by coincidence, Guilt could no longer exist without Adjo.

– Tell me where she is, and I will do everything possible not to harm your son. Bakhiti breathed fast and looked at Said with a hostile gaze. Said peered into the woman’s face. They were about the same age. But despite her age and not so rich position, Bakhiti looked quite chic. – Yes, my friend had a delicate taste. Time has no power over this woman. Bakhiti had a plump figure covered with Moroccan clothes. The head was wrapped in a scarf, highlighting only the brightly painted oval of the face. Said’s thoughts wandered in the past. He recalled how this woman hid from Arthur, running through the streets of Rabat. Bahiti’s hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

– She is in Spain.

– In Spain? What is she doing there?

– Being treated for infertility. This girl dreams of having a baby. And for some reason can’t have children. Leave my son alone. There was a plea in her voice. The red eyes were bloodshot. – Take this barren one for yourself and do evil with her. After standing for a while, Said grinned and left. – I hope we will not see each other again. Bakhiti shouted after him.

While Said was thinking about what he should do better, wait for the return of Guilt, or look for Adele in Spain, two dancers who hate each other met at the clinic. Sultana decided to try her luck, and at the next collision in the corridor, unable to stand it, she called out to the girl walking down the corridor. – Wine!

Vina shuddered, and without giving a sign, slowly walked on. – Wine stop. Vina didn’t decidedly slow down. Realizing that this appeal is addressed specifically to her. Sultana began to doubt her rightness and caught up with the girl at an accelerated pace. Vina stopped and looked back.

– Are you addressing me?

– Yes. To you.

– I am not the Fault. Why did you decide that? Sultana hesitated, feeling uncomfortable.

– I, I was wrong. You are so similar to one of my very old friends.

– “A friend?” Guilt stretched that word so much. It was as if she had heard shocking news. Her bright green eyes widened, and Sultana peered into them with such attention, trying to find familiar features.

– Yes. It was a friend, Sultana continued to assert.

– You made a mistake. My name is Adele.

– Very nice. Sultan.

– Let’s get acquainted.

– I noticed you a long time ago.

– And I almost never go out. And I don’t look around much.

– I noticed. I have wanted to approach you for a long time, but you are so modest, I did not know how to do it.

– Let’s go sit down. Vina smiled sweetly. Sultana smiled back.

– Where are you from?

– I am from Morocco, Rabat city.

– Yes. It must be very beautiful there. I have never been to Morocco. Forgetting her guilt, she almost blurted out, “Come to us. But coming to her senses in time, she answered,

– Yes, very much. Very beautiful. And where are you from?

– I am a native of Cambodia, after marriage I moved to the city of Bangkok. My husband is a famous palmist.

– I already know that. Vina thought to herself. – Great. You have a completely different life there compared to Morocco. There was sadness in Vina’s voice. Sultana tried to read between the lines of the words of Guilt, and catch in them useful information for herself. In the course of the conversation, a friendship was formed between the girls. And to some extent, Sultana’s doubts were dispelled.

– Maybe I was wrong. It is the fears of the past that are making themselves felt. Sultana listened to the Guilt, and mentally compared pictures from the past. Murky episodes surfaced in her memory. Once forgotten failures were being restored.

– What are you thinking about? Sultana returned to reality.

– Yes, just about nothing. It is lunchtime. Can we have lunch together?

– With pleasure. To his surprise, Vina’s hostility to the Sultan was replaced by sympathy. She found in it a lot in common with herself and her past. The girls actually found something to talk about.

– “You don’t look like a Moroccan at all.”

– Yes. I was born in Europe.

– And where? If it is not a secret. Vina, taken by surprise, did not know what to answer. Indonesia dropped out for security reasons. And not knowing what to come up with, she named the first country that popped up in her memory.