Her eyes tell part 2

"What do you mean I should go today?" I shouted at the guy in the other line.

"I am sorry, sir. It's for the sake of our organization."

"You know it's my mother's birthday, how can I leave her?" I took a deep breath, calming myself down. It wasn't his fault. He is just my assistant, after all. 

"Okay, call them back, and tell them I am coming. You can take the rest of the days off, Sarah will come with me." I told him, calmly. It was indeed a good thing. However, today is her birthday. 

"What happened, sir?" Said Sarah, from beside me in the car.

Sarah was my personal assistant, she is like a little sister to me. We prepared a whole surprise party for my mother. Now we will postpone it. 

I have other more important matters.

"We need to fly to France, Tonight," 

"Wow, that's a good thing, don't tell me they accepted your offer." She shouted, making me smile at her loudness.

"But, how about-"

I gave her a bored look. " Finally, everything we planned will go wasted," she frowned, sinking back in the back seat of my car.

I didn't know what to feel, I should be happy but my mother will be all alone on her birthday. That's horrible.

I looked outside the window; it was an exquisitely sunny day. I always loved the smell of nature on days like these. The trees shake softly at the soft wind hitting them. How refreshing!

I sighed, observing as students walk as we passed by the local high school, heading to their first classes. There was this girl that caught my attention.

She was walking slowly, her head bent down like she was scared anyone would notice her. She was in a hijab, wearing baggy clothes.

"Hey Amayas, please stop the car," The two turned towards me, confusion written on their expressions.

I got out of the car and watched as she got inside the school's gates. Everyone was looking at her, judging her. Something was wrong, and I knew it.

I watched as a group of girls approached her. One of them grabbed her scarf and throw it to the now-gathering students. If only I could get inside.

I got inside the car and grabbed the box Sarah bought for my mother; I looked apologetically at her.

"Take this to that girl," I said, pointing to the now running girl inside, I took some tissues and put them inside.

I promise I will find you when I come back; I thought.

ASSIREM

Someone again saved me, I thought. 

I couldn't imagine what could have happened if this handsome gentleman didn't come.

"I told you, I would be back," He said with a rich, powerful deep voice.

Mashallah, he was very good-looking. He had dark brown silky hair, the same color as his sparkling beautiful eyes. Sun-kissed skin glowing even in this cold cloudy weather. A perfect jawline and red plump lips graced his almost perfect features. He looked so young.

He runs his right hand through his short hair, giving a perfect view of his expensive-looking watch underneath his navy blue suit. I quickly averted my gaze to the ground, Asthaghfiru Allah. 

"I want you to come with me," I shook my head, not wanting any help from anyone.

 "Where are your parents? What is your name?" I raised my eyes, meeting his mesmerizing ones, holding a soft look.

"Why are you trying to help me?" I breathed, "It's been almost a week and no one ever dared to ask why am I on the streets, why you?" I added.

"Because I was in the same situation years ago," he said, bending his head down and biting his red cherry lips.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked, looking intensely in his eyes, hoping I would catch a hint of a lie, but there was none.

"I think you have no choice, either you come with me or you stay starving here with losers bullying you and you stand as you stood a few moments ago frozen," My eyes widened at the harshness in his voice.

"This wasn't the first time I see people do that to you," I looked confusingly at the young man.

"I saw you that day at school," He added. 

He was the one who sent that woman!

"When I come back, I will come to your rescue." that's what the note he wrote said.

"How am I supposed to come with you when you left them to do that, with you doing nothing?" I told him, standing my ground.

No way I would trust him.

Look where trust led me to.

"Again, you have no choice but to come with me, anyway, what's your name?" I felt my heartache at his words, I really had no choice.

After all, I was homeless.

"Assirem," I answered, using the name my father used to call me. The name that I always adored. It's 'hope' in Tamazight. 

No more Karima, this would be my name from now on.

"Okay, little hope, I am Aylan, now I hope you forgive me for my foolish actions," He said before picking me up and putting me on his back with my stuff in another.