Palmist-3. Return. Tsvetana Alеkhina

even after the wedding. He told her everything. The revelations about his father brought them even closer together. – Ah, if only I knew how dangerous it all is.

      – Mom, I know.

      – Not as much as you think.

      – I think more globally than you think.

      – These are not thoughts. Your blood is boiling.

      – Mom, trust me, and help me with buying a ticket. And remember, whatever happens, whatever happens, be nice to Said. I need him. The woman prayed day and night. Ajo’s mother knew a lot more about Said than her son suspected.

      – “If you only knew how much trouble it cost me to hide you and hide myself from these people. Now they have reappeared in my life. I cannot even imagine what will happen to all of us.

      – Mom, do not blow it up.

      Bakhiti knew all the seriousness of the situation, and greatly regretted this chance meeting. If Vina had not seen Ajo that day and recognized him as Arthur, none of this would have happened. – I regret it every day.

      – About what?

      – About that chance meeting.

      – I am not. Thanks to this meeting, I learned what I had to learn. I love Adele, and Adele loves me.

      Bakhiti did not like Wine. She took this marriage as a consolation for her son. Considering that after widowhood, her son will find solace in this girl. But learning more and more negative information about the past of Guilt, it was not Bakhiti’s love for this girl that grew every day. Bakhiti knew that Guilt had killed Arthur. That Arthur’s business is at fault. She saw the danger in this a girl for her son, but the marriage had already been concluded, and Bakhiti only had to follow every step of her daughter-in-law. She could hardly believe in Vina’s love for Adjo, considering this marriage a commercial transaction.

      Vina saw not the love for herself on the part of Adjo’s mother, and trying to prove the opposite, pleasing her in everything. Veena gave up the luxurious life she was so used to for the sake of Adjo’s love. Maybe not even for love. The very life in Morocco was the nominal life that she dreamed of so much. Ajo’s business was booming, and over time, his income increased. Of course, it was not the money that Vina was so used to, but dear Adele was happy with her life and did not dream of more.

      – You do not know much.

      – So you are not telling me much. Tell me and I will find out. Adjo did not know that Guilt had killed Arthur. It was hidden from him. Bakhiti considered that her son would have enough mourning for his young wife and withheld this information.

      – I cannot tell you everything.

      – “You’ve kept secrets from me all your life. I know about it. I do not know which of you two is lying to me all the time. Bakhiti had nothing to object to, and she remained silent. She wanted to blurt out that it was his father’s killer’s fault. Bakhiti planned to divorce her son, and return the blame to Said. Barely restraining her anger, she hoped that during the time Vina spent in Spain, she would be able to reason with Adjo.

      CHAPTER 2

      The ferry left the port of Rabat, an inconspicuous woman in a black veil, merged with other women; it was possible to think that someone was transporting a harem to another country. This entire not a significant time on the way, the Wine sat motionless, and waited for further instructions from the ferryman. The wine arrived in Spain much earlier than Sultana did. The style, climate and beauty of Spain merged with the beauty of this girl. This country and the new appearance of Guilt were literally made for each other. Green eyes, lush hips, proud posture. All this went to Wine, especially in such a temperamental country. All this beauty was covered with a veil, only eyes bright as fire gave out the beauty of beautiful forms covered with a veil. Vina strictly followed the instructions of the person accompanying her, and did not say a word during the entire journey. As soon as she got her hands on a new mobile phone with her husband’s only number, she was escorted to the ward and the door slammed in front of her.

      There were many questions in Vina’s head that no one could answer, not even herself. Why did she leave her husband’s house so suddenly? Why Spain? Why is she isolated from the world? Not knowing the language made itself felt. The only foreign language that the girl knew perfectly well was English. Having English roots in the family, Vina’s parents made every effort to teach the girl this language. Vina and her late sister went to extra classes; knowledge of this language provided a strong shoulder in such an adventurous lifestyle of the girl. Having no connection to the outside world just made Guilt feel helpless.

      Sultana arrived on the third day, after the arrival of Vina. This girl felt much more self-confident. Sultana was always ready for battle, and her majestic gait emphasized this. A beautifully tied handkerchief, bright makeup, a statuesque figure, all spoke of the boiling life of this girl. A beautiful smile literally made even the most cheerful people smile in response. – Donna Sultana! Welcome! We have been waiting for you! Hearing this appeal, the Sultan literally shuddered. Not used to such words, she just froze, trying to figure out if it was addressed to her. Smiling back, Sultana looked at her husband.

      – Don Amir. Barely restraining her laughter, Sultana took his hand. – Where did you take me!

      – I will explain everything later.

      – Maybe now. Amir gave the package of documents to the administrator.

      – The further away you are from home, the better.

      – Better for whom?

      – For you first. It is useful with pleasant.

      – I do not see anything pleasant.

      – I know. The registration time took about half an hour. —You will be safe here. Sultana tried to find the answer in her husband’s eyes. – I cannot tell you anything. Just know that the Guilt has escaped, and I need to find answers too many questions. Understand what she wants.

      – Escaped? Such fear appeared in Sultana’s eyes. It seemed that she saw a snake crawling on her.

      – Don’t be afraid, I am with you. Your safety is guaranteed to you.

      – No. I am not staying here without you. And Sultana’s hand clung to Amir’s hand like that, bloody scratches appeared on the skin.

      – Here. It will be difficult to find you in Spain.

      – And in which country will you hide me then? This question took Amir by surprise. – It will not be difficult for them to calculate my flight. Remember what happened last time. They stole me from clinics where I was not registered. Amir trying to calm his wife by taking her aside.

      – I know. You are safe for now. My friends from Laos work in this clinic. It will be easier for me to keep you safe here than in Bangkok. Sultana’s fingers slowly unclenched Amir’s hand, and she sat down on the leather sofa in a detached manner.

      – Okay. Maybe you are right.

      – Honey, believe me. This monster woman no longer has the same connections as before and even more so as her husband. Especially here in Spain. She has already failed, and she will fail a second time. Sultana had to agree, but feeling fear, reluctantly went to her room.

      Amir felt an incomprehensible sense of guilt in front of his wife. Leaving the Sultan alone in this country, he understood that this was the best option to prevent a threat to her life. Yet his premonition said otherwise.

      Left alone, a feeling of alienation came over Sultana. It seemed to her that she had been betrayed, abandoned, handed over to an orphanage. Of course, all this was not so, but the feeling of resentment outweighed the girl’s overwhelming emotions, and sitting on the windowsill, she stared out the window. – What a beautiful girl. Is she also being treated for infertility? Sultana saw the Wine walking around the territory.

      Vina