What exactly is she talking about?

“Not my ideas at all. I've been thinking about coming to see you.”

“Does he stop you from seeing me, too?” Mrs. Mehdi asks.

She laughs. “No, mom. Work does. I've been so busy. But, I will make time for you off course.”

“There's no problem, child. Just give me a call at anytime you feel need to. I'd be right on it.”

The bell rings.

“Thank you mom. I need to get this.”

“Sure. Take care and kiss that big boy for me.”

Myla giggles. “I will, mom...”

Myla ends the call, and connects to her Bluetooth.

“Who's there?”

No one responds, so she frowns, and walks a few meters ahead.

When she opens the door, her heart stops for a second.

“Hi, Myla.” Latif greets so politely.

Myla doesn't apprehend what's going on, in front of her. Is she dreaming?

She's supposed to answer back as. “What the f-ck are you doing here?”

But, she doesn't. She just stands there in silence, trying to understand what she's looking at.

“I know I shouldn't be here, but I really need to speak with you...if you're ok with it.”

Myla contemplate on letting her into her house.

Jamal is not, and the maids are out for groceries.

What if she tries to kill her in there?

But then, she remembers that Latif was captivated by mental instability.

How come she talks so well? And at the look of it, she's fine.

“Are you allowed to be amongst men?”

Latif didn't expect her to question that, so she shrugs.

“Give me one reason, why I should let you into my house?”

“I come with a clear mind. And, you are a very wonderful woman. I know you'd listen to what I'm about to tell you. It's very important.”

Myla blinks her eyes, after hearing her last words. “I shouldn't let you in, but I will, because... You have something important to say.”

She opens the door, widely, and Latif walks in gracefully.

“So, what's the message?”

“First of all, I want to apologise for what I did to you. I was stupid to think Jamal will end up with me. After everything, he stopped loving, until you came into his life.”

Myla spins on her toes to looks at the solemn woman.

“Gabriella is out to destroy. Just as she made me what I was, she's able to do whatsoever at this point to get back Jamal. And yes, even worser than what I did to your friend.”

Myla grounds her jaws as she thinks about it.

“How do I believe you're not trying cover up for your deeds, by using Gabriella's name?”

“No thief will want to be caught, even if the possibilities are slim. Why do you think I'll sell myself out, or tell you all these, if I had to hurt you, and go to jail for it?”

Myla crosses her arms against her chest. “Because, what's important to you are your achievements.”

“You are wrong. You can record all what I'm saying, now, if you want. I want to make things right, Myla. Gabriella has once been my friend. She's a psychopath and the killer of her own child, because she wanted to get back at Jamal. Who does that?”

Myla frowns profoundly as the thoughts of how Jamal cried over her shoulder like a kid, because of this.

“She will try to do to you, just as she did to herself. Yes, I caused the accident she had, because she threatened to kill me severally, after I discovered her secret, and I got scared.”

“If she could do that to her baby, then we're nothing for her to finish up. Also, don't stop loving Jamal. He's been into a lot, and—Nevermind.”

Latif looks down. “I don't think... I'm in the best position to tell you anything about his past. I came here for peace, and also, for you to put track on Gabriella.”

“I should leave.” She turns around, to go, and Myla says.

“Wait!”

She pauses and Myla walks to her, stopping at her face.

“If you truly want to help me, you have to tell me everything you know.”

She gulps, looks around the house and says.

“Jamal's dad... was a very powerful man. Everyone tried to get through his business, including my parents, and Gabriella's, before he was assassinated. Jamal holds the same power, and has the keys to his father's enterprise. But he choosed to throw it away, and start his, because it was bringing destruction,”

“Gabriella's parents, decided to get her married to him, so they could have some control of his business. The same goes to my case. Anyways—Jamal has more to tell you himself. You just have to keep watch. That's all I can say.”

Myla has been frozen for a long time, now, that she notices Latif's departure only after she's out of the mansion.

‘Jamal has more to tell you himself.’

Her words ring into her mind and she questions herself.

‘What do you have to tell me, Jamal? What exactly was she talking about?’

She wipes her hand over her face, frustratedly, then shakes her head.

‘No. I shouldn't let this get over me. Focus, Myla. Focus.’

...

Patricia, had to see Benjamin concerning what Nina, and Myla said. She really needs to ask why it doesn't bother him, that she stays back in LA.

Benjamin enters her favorite restaurant, and meets her settled on the usual spot.

She breaths in relief when she sees him coming forth as didn't expect him to show up after an unannounced meet up.

“You didn't have to do this.”

She looks at the table. “I know. But-we really need to talk.”

She hangs her head, staring at him. “I want to know. Do you agree with my staying back in LA?”

He sighs, scratching the beam of his nose, and she goes on.

“I know you can't just accept for us to stay apart. I mean...we can't just go on with this. We need to decide to stay together.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Y-yeah... that's what I want. I want us to be together. Isn't that what you want?”

“Well, it won't be possible.”

She blinks her eyes countless times. “W-what? Why?”

“Because, your brother doesn't want me.”

“What do you mean...my brother doesn't want you? I mean, I know he's not fun of you. But, who cares? He's not my dad, anyway.”

“Listen, he may not be your dad, but he's after your dad. If we need to be together, he has to agree to it. Besides, he even threatened me after that night.”

“What!?”

“You heard me right. He said, he doesn't want to see me with you, and if we meet again, he'd do something I'd regret for the rest of my life.”

She chuckles. “Like...how could he? I-I thought I could trust him to let me handle things on my own.”

“It's not important now, is it?”

She gives Benjamin a soft gaze. “I'm sorry for that. I'd talk to him. But, please, you need to know that's how he is. We can't be this way, because of him all our lives.”

“No need to worry. I've made up my mind about us. It's better we walk separate ways.”

“You can't do that. You can't give up on us. I'm sure my brother will turn to accept you-”

“No! Your brother is a dangerous man. He's not just what he shows everyone, including you. You have no idea how he scolded me, like a kid. I can't put my life at risk, because of some love.”

Patricia ogles him in bewilderment.

“Some love, you say! Did you—ever love me?”

He looks away, silently.

“I understand why my brother did that to you. You deserve it, because you're not man enough to face him. You have no good intentions.”

Benjamin chuckles. “I went all the way to meet your family, and you think that's not man enough? Such a bitch.”

He wakes up to leave and Patricia yells. “Benjamin!”

He pauses, and turns around majestically. But, to his greatest awe, a glass of water welcomes him as his entire cloth gets soaked instantly.

His wounded eyes peek her, and she smirks.

“That's for your dirty heart.”

She walks past him, while people at the restaurant, look at her in astonishement.

To be continued...