It Called LIFE

—The life is very complicated, I always heard stories about it, and how it changes the person by such surprising actions which give him the experience to face the world, there is an utterance which says "Live to see" I didn't give a care about it until I saw it with my eyes—

The weirdest thing happened to me when I was at the top of the building, and the cops were coming and their audible footsteps approaching more and more, ascending the stairs.

Suddenly, someone who was a citizen of that's building opened his door and called me to come in; that's not what I was amazed for; because when I entered quietly the room, and the door has been closed, I took a look at the person who saved me; she was a Latino woman, with a curvy body, wearing a mauve night robe, and her wavy black hair was Drop down on her full chest, her face was familiar to me; those green eyes, her lips were like they had been decree by a professional painter or pictured by the best photographers in the world, but the most important thing, she had a mole under her left eye, on the cheek.

Her face to me was unforgettable, and how could I forget the mother who I was the reason for killing her son in front of her eyes, the mother of my failure case, and the mother of Ben Alvarez.

Her chamber was very simple; the living room with a couch in the center and a TV, and the walls were painted a light yellow, the bedroom had just one bed –thank god- it was for two people.

"Sara?" I questioned.

She didn't speak to me and held my hand and took me to the balcony; which was full of small plants and different roses of all kinds, where she stashed me and told me to keep silent.

I did what she asked and wait, hearing the cops arriving and entering every room on that floor until the knocked on our door but it was just one man; maybe they had Dispersed.

"Police! Open up!" he shouted, and Sara opened lightly just for a small incision and said "Hello! Officer"

And he answered "ma'am open the door please"

Sara asked "Why? Something wrong officer?"

The cop said "There is an escaped criminal, we must check out every room"

Smartly Sara asked him "have you bring the warrant"

He said "we have no time ma'am"

"But how do I know that you aren't a criminal who disguised to rob me" she provoked him.

"C'mon mam! What can I take from you?" he said jeeringly

"This," she said while opening the top of her robe, I didn't see her clearly but from the cop reaction, I could tell that her body was shining because he couldn't move his eyes from her breasts.

"So?" she said, and he answered, "it's up to you?"

She brought him in and kissed him but, after a moment she took her phone without his attention and pictured herself kissing the policeman, he stopped and asked her in wonder "What are you doing?"

She said quietly "Taking a proof, and I will count to ten, if you don't go immediately I will show it to your boss and posed a plaint about your Trespass on me, not just that, I will publish the news in the newspaper I workes in, "A corrupted cop attacked an innocent woman" ten…nine…eight…seven" And before she counted to 5, he vanished.

When I confirmed his leaving, I got out of the hideout, I didn't find the words to express but I said "Thanks… for your help"

"You're welcome… you can use this place to hide and figure out a solution for your issue and prove your innocence," she said while closing her robe and cleaning her lips with clout.

I nodded wondered, "How did you know about my issue?"

"You are on all channels of the TV," she said

"Oh! Already? That was fast than I thought" I wondered

She turned the TV on news —a criminal cop killed more than 125 people and escaped, there are some rumors which say that he is a terrorist and works with DAïCh. The man still free and the responsible agencies are doing their best to arrest him—

And they put my picture; I looked at Sara and asked "If you know all that, why did you help me?"

She said "I know it's not true; what they said"

I said questioningly "why are you doing that? after all, I did to you… I mean I killed your son"

She answered coldly "No! You didn't, he had thrown himself from the window, and I believe that you tried your best to save him but, his day came" I got surprised by her kindness and forgiveness.

"Nice shot by the way" I smiled and said.

She asked, "What shot?" I answered "What you did before with the cop"

"You liked what you saw?" she smiled in a sexy way

"Oh! I was hiding and couldn't see" I got shamed and my skin turned red.

"Do you want to try?" she said while opening her sexy robe again

—for a man who lost his wife and repressed his hormones for three weeks or more— I couldn't resist any efforts from any woman, but Sara wasn't any woman, she had everything; the smartness, the kindness, the beauty, and the most important thing was that both of us suffered from many losses that caused many damages in our lives.

So we started kissing patiently, and without consciousness, I found myself having sex on her –two-person bed-.

How ironic, the only woman that I never imagined I would have met her again, I had contact with her, and it wasn't just any contact, it was a connection.