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Divinity's Decent    chapter 26
Chapter 26"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." â Albert CamusIt felt so good to be back home. How ironic that the place Iâd considered my prison only recently, was now my sanctuary. My first night back in America, I slept like a baby, luxuriating under the cosy sheets in the air-conditioned room. I was so comfortable it almost brought tears to my eyes. America was now my home, and I no longer felt bad about that.Reuniting with madam Maria had been another highlight. Sheâd leapt on me like weâd been separated for years, and not just a few short months. Thankfully, there was no âI told you soâ from her, and I appreciated that. I didnât need to be reminded of the fact that, despite my fierce determination to leave, Iâd returned to the mansion, tail between my legs.The rest of the domestic staff were also happy to have me back, and it didnât take me long to settle back into my normal routine of
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-04Divinity's Decent    chapter 27
Chapter 27"There are no secrets that time does not reveal." â Jean RacineWhat wasnât normal though was the minister's new lady love. Over time, he had relegated Amanda to being his companion only during the day, when she would saunter around the house like she owned it, dishing instructions to the staff. They minister had cleaned her up, so she no longer looked quite as dirty and unrefined as she used to. But that wasnât even the bizarre part of the situation.One evening, I noticed him with another woman, a much younger woman this time. On the one hand, I was happy that Amanda's monopoly on the old man had come to an end, but on the other hand, I couldnât help but feel threatened by the fact that his new woman looked almost as young as I did.She was very tall, over six feet, and even though she also wasnât particularly pretty, she had more refinement than was the norm for his courtesans. As she walked into the lobby with h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Divinity's Decent    chapter 28
Chapter 28"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." Ralph Waldo EmersonAfter a long bath, I applied my makeup very meticulously and wore a long, floral summer dress that flatters my body without making it look like I was trying too hard. Getting downstairs, I had my breakfast packed into a small basket and went to my garden with a book, under the guise of having a solo early morning picnic. But the truth was that I was eager to see Jason again. I sat out there for over an hour before I considered that he probably wouldnât be at the ranch that day, and proceeded to eat my meal. The next day, I was also on the lookout for him, but just like the day before, and in the days that followed, he was nowhere to be found. With a sinking heart, I realised he might have been let go, or maybe heâd decided he wasnât cut out for that kind of menial work.I was surprised by how upset both possibilities made m
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-06Divinity's Decent    chapter 29
Chapter 29 "We accept the love we think we deserve." Stephen Chbosky I didnât go to my garden the next day, and from my window, I saw Jason milling around it, probably hoping to see me. I just couldnât face him nor deal with my growing envy of him and his accomplishments. I kept away from the garden for a few more days, but the urge for the comfort my flowers gave me was soon too much of a pull. Almost a week after staying away, very early on a Saturday morning before most of the household awoke, I went down there to meditate. I knew I had to come up with a plan for my life, no matter how painful for me such a plan would be. âI thought Iâd said something to offend you,â came Jasonâs voice, making me jump. I hadnât expected him to be there so early, and also on a Saturday. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to startle you.â âWhy are you here at the crack of dawn?â âI stayed over last night to help clean out the ponds and aviary,â he answered. âI take on any additional wo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-07Divinity's Decent    chapter 30
Chapter 30"Love is not about how many days, months, or years you have been together. Love is about how much you love each other every single day." â UnknownâNot here,â he whispered against my ears. âNot out here in the open.âI tried to pull him back as he rose to his feet, not ready to stop, not wanting to stop. But as he pulled away, I had no choice but to stand as well, suddenly feeling ashamed of myself for my want on behaviour. I was angered by his rejection and desperately wanted to get as far away from him as I could. As I made to shove past him into the house, he held my handâŠand I melted into butter all over again.âMy queen, you are everything I have ever dreamt of,â he said, planting small kisses from my hand all the way up my arm and right up to my shoulder blade. âEverything.âI closed my eyes and groaned softly as his lips now wandered along my neck. Never before had I felt this kind of sexual desire. With the three
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-07Divinity's Decent    chapter 31
Chapter 31"The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that." â Woody AllenâIâll never forget the first day I saw you,â he said later on, as we sat leaning on a boulder, his arm draped around my neck, and my head on his chest. âIt was in the fruit market, and you were there with the older housekeeper. I didnât think you were a real human being. In fact, I thought you were a goddess or something. You didnât look like you were from this world.âI smiled. âIâm sure you were still in your diapers then, so you hadnât seen much of the world yourself.âHe chuckled. âYouâre not that much older than I am, Zeynep. Three years is nothing in todayâs world.ââItâs four actually, and thatâs plenty where I come from,â I answered, the smile on my lips fading. âYouâre too young for me, Jason. This canât lead anywhere.âHe titled up my chin. âSays who? Make no mistake about it, zeyne
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-07Divinity's Decent    Chapter 32
Chapter 32"When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead, keep your head up high and gaze into heaven, for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal." â UnknownYouâre not up for anything? I see. No problem,â he said with a stiff smile. âI guess that means you will forfeit what I brought for you then.âI shrugged, totally indifferent. âThatâs fine.â Nothing he could possibly have brought could be of any interest to me.As I walked away, I felt like I had won the lottery. Ibrahim would never again have access to my body. I couldnât help feeling regretful that I wouldnât present myself as a virgin when Jason and I finally did make love. But I knew he didnât mind. I knew he had accepted me just the way I was, and it made me love him all the more.But then things took a morbid turn.One morning, as I descended the stairs for breakfast, I heard madam Maria wailing from the kitchen. Rushing there, I saw her s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-08Divinity's Decent    Chapter 33
"The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not âget overâ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to." â Elisabeth KĂŒbler-RossI looked from madam maria to the others standing around. It was then that I noticed their averted gazes, none of them able to make eye contact with me. They knew. They all knew.I shrugged out of madam mariaâs grip and turned around to walk back to the house. All the chatter had ceased, and the only sound was from the birds chirping obliviously in the trees. It was only then that I realised that I was barefoot, my slides having come off my feet in my mad dash to the gate.The hot ground burned me in my walk of shame, and once again in my life, I wished for death. I cursed God for delighting in taking away those I loved, those I
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Divinity's Decent    The Eyes of Farewell
"And suddenly you know⊠Itâs time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings." â Meister EckhartHer eyes clouded with tears, and I turned back to look at the officer. âCan I speak with her in private first?â When he hesitates, I add. âI promise, sheâll answer all your questions later. Just give me the chance to talk to her firstâŠto get her more comfortable.âThat seems to do the trick, and he nods in agreement. I look at Ibrahim and Yusuf, and neither one expresses any reservation.Taking Catherine's hand, we enter the old vintage house. âAre you the only one home?âShe nods, her body shaking like a leaf. âZeynep, I didnât know she was going to do it. Please, donât let them take me.ââNobody is going to arrest or take you,â I coax her.She wipes her eyes. âI know youâre angry with me. Angry because ofâŠââBecause of the minister ? Catherine, you should know better. I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me. I thought we were friends,â
Divinity's Decent    In the Name of the Fatherâ
âMonsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.â â Stephen KingâPoor girl, you donât know how much I pitied you every time you came here, thinking she was your friend,â he said, still looking at me. âAlmost from the moment you arrived, she did everything she could to get you out. I used to shake my head as she encouraged you to continue to receive that one,â he beckoned at Ibrahim with his chin, âin your bed, deceiving you that it was the only way to have some footing in the house, though she knew full well that the more accepting you were of his son, the more it angered Omar and pushed you away from him. She thought he would have sent you away years ago and didnât anticipate you staying for as long as you have.ââBut the minister had so many other women. Amanda, Clara, Lauralee, ClementinaâŠjust to name a few,â I say, my head still spinning. âI was the least of her problems.ââYou were the one he ca
Divinity's Decent    âThe Basement Wifeâ
âThe axe forgets, but the tree remembers.â â African ProverbâWhere is maria?â Ibrahim demands.That soon becomes the question on everybodyâs lips. Where is madam maria?Mary answers when she is summoned to the room. âI donât know where she is. She hasnât come upstairs today.âThat in itself is an ominous sign, as madam maria has not for one day missed coming up from her basement apartment. Even when she hasnât felt her best, she has at least ventured up to monitor the progress of work.âLetâs not get too hasty,â I pleaded. âAnyone could have intercepted the minister's meals. Letâs not jump to the conclusion that she did it.ââI agree,â Yusuf supports. âThereâs no way madam maria could have done such a thing. Have you seen the state of her since he died? Sheâs even taking it worse than the rest of us.ââNobody is suspecting her,â officer mark clarifies. âItâs just important that I ask her a few questions about who she believes might have had a
Divinity's Decent    Bloodline & Poison
âKeep your friends close, but your enemies closer.â â Michael CorleoneNobody left the table, and their meals remained untouched. Ibrahim, Iâm not surprised about, as I know he is determined to watch me like a hawk so I donât escape. Iâm not surprised about Yusuf either, as his fondness for me has made him distressed about the unfolding situation. But kamsirâŠI just canât figure out the sudden about-turn in his behavior towards me. It simply makes no sense at all.A little under an hour later, officer mark walks into the room.âGood morning, all,â he greets. âForgive me, but I had a meeting with the head of security in the country at Washington, hope you know the ministerâs death hasn't been taken lightly . May I?â he asks, beckoning at a seat and proceeds to sit when Ibrahim gives a dismissive wave of the hand. âSoâŠyou say you have found the killer?â There is no mistaking the cynicism in his voice.âThere she is,â Ibrahim answers, pointin
Divinity's Decent    Confessions in the Wake of Silenceâ
âWe are all sinners, but some of us are better at it than others.â Ruthless People by J.J. McAvoyI donât fight as my mouth and nostrils fill with water. Instead, I close my eyes and pray that the end will be quick. I push myself further down, trying to hurry the process. I hear water splashing from the tub to the floor and push myself even further still. It is better for me to leave this world than to continue to hurt the people around me.The water has started to overwhelm my body and my breathing has started to falter when I hear what sounds like screaming. I struggle as I am abruptly pulled out of the water, fighting off the hands holding me, wanting desperately to return to my watery grave. But the person who has botched my mission will have none of it. âHelp! Help! Somebody help!â kamsir shouts, wrestling with me. He soon overpowers me and is able to lift me out of the bath.Seated on the floor, I am now coughing and spluttering, water seeping
Divinity's Decent    Remember Redâ
"The conscience is a wound that never heals and no balm can ease its pain. You can run from the law, deceive the world, and silence the voices of others, but the voice withinâthat merciless whisper of truthâechoes louder with every breath. There is no punishment greater than the knowledge of the wrong you have done, no prison tighter than the guilt you carry. And when your sins are dressed in the blood of the innocent, even redemption begins to look away." â Unknownâjacobi ? Jacobi that was just talking to us inside?â Yusuf exclaims. âHow is that even possible?âJacobi puts up no resistance as the police bundle him into their van, and there are more shouts of disbelief as the car drives off. Nobody can believe that the mild-mannered doctor is the one who has committed such a horrible crime, the vicious killer on the loose.âI said it, but you all thought I was crazy,â comes Ibrahimâs voice, as he emerges from the crowd. âI said it was that d
Divinity's Decent    The Silence That Screamedâ
âGrief was the celebration of love, those who could feel real grief were lucky to have loved.â â Chimamanda Ngozi AdichieAs we drove up to the ranch, there were dozens of people at the gate. News of the ministerâs death has reached the media and, as expected, their grief is palpable. The movement restriction is still on, with nobody allowed into or out of the premises. Getting to the house, I am surprised that the number of policemen there seems to have doubled. Iâd thought that with the chief officer in the station, there would be none of them at the ranch, but there they still are, pretty much everywhere you turn.I ask for my lunch to be delivered to my room, and I am asleep very shortly after eating it, mentally and physically exhausted. With the mystery of the minister's murder still rife, whether we like it or not, we are all prisoners in the house, even the prospective groom. I feel saddened that the reason for Yusufâs trip back home has bee
Divinity's Decent    The Widowâs Silence
"Some wounds run too deep for the eye to see; they bleed in silence, beneath layers of performance." â UnknownAfter a quick shower, I manage to nibble on some biscuits as I sit in the living room with all the doors open, watching as the police talked to the staff in the dining room, one after the other. When Yusuf and Ibrahim return, the police officer who I learned was the head of the Boston department,named Mark, asks to meet with all four of us again.âIâve already sent a request to the hospital, for them to make arrangements for an autopsy,â he says. âI believe that will help put everyoneâs mind to rest.ââIs it really necessary? Isnât it obvious the way he died?â Ibrahim asks. âHe was stabbed in the stomach and had a chair broken over his head. The evidence is there for all to see.ââYes, but we still have to conclude which of the two injuries killed him, Sir,â he answers. âWe also spoke with all the staff. One of them has been arrested as a poss
Divinity's Decent    Blood, Wine, and Whispers
"You canât play the game if youâre afraid to get your hands dirty." â Ruthless People by J.J. McAvoyI am drifting in and out of listening to the conversation the Police officer is having with Ibrahim and Yusuf.Kamsir is still sitting lifelessly on the bed, and the crowd of domestic staff loitering by the door has been dispersed. I look again at my husbandâs body, sprawled on the floor, soiled with blood, vomit, and if the smell in the room is anything to go by, feaces. What a sad, shameful, and ungraceful way to go!And I loved it!!!âBut, you had already left,â I say, finally finding my voice. âYou left in the morning, under very unpleasant circumstances. How come you were around to have wine with him late at night? I saw him with kamir at about 8pm, and you werenât with them.âAll eyes turn to me, bewildered, until Ibrahim points at his chest, âAre you talking to me?ââWhat unpleasant circumstances?â the officer asks.âNothing. It was just a small family misu
