Just like the idiot that he was, Khalifa came rushing down to my place at noon, but I wasn’t home- only Hana was. I had gone to the library to borrow some books but she lied to him that I was out of town on business. He didn’t doubt her, he had no reason to doubt her but he was alarmed that I wasn’t picking his calls and the last time he had called, my number was switched off.
Hana assured him that everything was fine and he left a strict message that I call him when I get home. I didn’t come home till late in the evening. When I heard that Khalifa had visited, I felt the rush of anger again. I grabbed a crystal bowl and flung it across the room. It shattered to a thousand pieces. Girl, that was crystal! I grabbed another glass cup and smashed it on the floor.
“Sahara!” Hana yelled. “Stop this please!”
I walked to the rack where I kept my China and was about to pick one when Hana held my hand.
“It’s okay girl, I understand.”
I knew she did. Hana herself was the victim of gang rape and she had a child she gave up for adoption.
That was worse than mine. At least I was having a love baby and the sex that made it was totally out of will and mind blowing. Then the shock wore off and I broke down in tears.