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- there must be a misunderstanding. The gardener says the driver has returned to the city.

He looked out the window in disappointment.

- maybe the general's driver can take you; he's in the past for a delivery, but he'll come in a minute, if you want, you can see the garden in the meantime.

- yes, he said

- I think that would be great.

His servant opened the door with a proud smile

- this is a very famous garden; the general is famous for his orchid collection, you'll see it at the end of the path, next to the carp pond.

They went out and stepped into the steam bath of the evening and started walking along the gravel path.

There was no sound around except the sound of the gardener's scissors and the constantly turning fountains. He headed towards the trees, but when he got to the middle of the lawn, he heard voices and turned to look at the hotel. The first thing he saw was the sun reflecting off the marble facade, then he focused on the first floor of the building and saw a man standing in one of the windows; the servant turned and continued along the path, but he was fully aware that every step he took was being followed from everywhere. Standing in front of the double-hung window, he watched her cross the lawn and go into the garden.

He liked the way the sunlight danced on her short hair; also, the way she moved, the way her breasts swayed as she walked, gave her a sexy air.

I liked her, her gaze slowly shifted; when I looked at her sleeveless blouse and skirt, which unfortunately hid her outline, the first thing I noticed was a thin waist, nice hips, attractive calves, attractive ankles.

He reluctantly interrupted this disturbing train of thought, this was not a good time to be distracted, but he took one last admiring look at her shrinking figure.

Okay, I admit, she may not have been very shiny or waxed, but her legs were magnificent, absolutely beautiful. Footsteps echoed on the marble floor, he turned and saw the secretary, a smiling man with a blunt face. The secretary said to Mr. Mohammed, I apologize for the delay, but we have an emergency.

Can we meet? I've been waiting since three o'clock.

Yes, I understand, but there's a problem; it looks like the general will meet you as planned.

May I remind you that I did not request this meeting?

Yes, I arranged my very busy schedule for this, the man was taking the liberty of exaggeration, I came all this way here.

- I understand, but at least tell me why this appointment is so important.

- We will have to ask him that.

Muhammet, who had kept his anger under control until that moment, was a full finger's length taller than the secretary, even though he was not a tall man, the general normally does this kind of work, I'm sorry, said the secretary.

- This change was completely unexpected and it affected me. His eyes seemed to be filled with anxiety for a moment, he focused on something beyond the window, he followed the man's gaze and saw where he was looking, he was looking at the honey-haired woman, the secretary shuffled her feet, it was an indication that he had other things to do, let's make this meeting, call in a few days, we will make another appointment for you.

He grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door, I will make the request in a few days, he said, in the shadow of the entrance stairs, he thought in early weariness, the whole afternoon was wasted. When he opened the front door, he swore again, his car was parked in the shade of a plane tree. The driver was nowhere to be seen, as far as he knew, he was probably flirting with the gardener's daughter, he meekly walked towards the car, plodding along wearily.

The sun was scorching, the glass surfaces of the tables reflected the gravel road, he told the driver to get the car out of the gravel, they had gone halfway, when he looked up at the garden, he noticed the short-haired woman; she was sitting on a stone bench, looking unhappy. There was something strange about this, it was quite a long journey back to the city.

He started walking towards her, whatever, he thought, he could make her friends, she seemed to be in deep thought; he was going to go and get closer until she caught his attention right next to him and the smell of her perfume reached him.

He looked up and said "hello" without looking at me.

The woman looked up, Muhammed narrowed his eyes and said "Aleykum selam" to her. I heard you needed a car to go to the city.

- I have a car, thanks.

- You may have to wait a long time, I have to go back anyway.

The woman did not answer, she was silent for a while.

- It's really okay, she added, she gave a questioning look. When you look at it, he had eyes that set fire to your heart, he looked directly into my eyes, he was brave, as if he was piercing his body; he was not a timid rabbit; he turned back to the house and said, his driver will drop me off.

- I'm here, he hasn't come yet.

The woman gave him the same look again, it was a silent, third-degree look; she decided that he wouldn't cause any trouble; she stood up, "Thank you, may God bless you," she said.

They walked along the gravel road to the car, and when they approached the car, they noticed that the back door was wide open and a pair of dirty brown feet were sticking out