-Hold on. I'm coming !
Mia headed for the door of her apartment, nervously rubbing her eyes. Who could knock so insistently on his door at such an hour! The person had better have a good reason at the risk of seeing them activate their crazy mode. It was therefore armed with her most "frightening" expression that she opened the door.
- Hello Miss Mia Kelhani. Nice to see you again.
This voice, this body, this aura... No doubt! It was this person who haunted her night in a thousand and one ways.
-Nice to see me again unh! Your face is so convincing that I take your word for it. She replied ironically the first minutes of surprise passed.
Surprised ? Taken aback? Surprised ? Curious ? Oh yes Hackim was and it had been a long time since he had been animated by such feelings. Did she realize who he was? Of what he represented? Or was she just naturally impetuous? Hackim without asking permission, took advantage that she had shifted slightly to the side to enter his apartment with impunity.
-Hey I didn't allow you to come home M… She stopped to ask his name.
- By the way, who are you? Everyone at yesterday's masquerade seemed to know you. Well except me.
Ignoring her question, Hackim concentrated on decorating the young woman: discreet and elegant, there was nothing extravagant but it was beautiful, attractive and welcoming. Bringing his attention back to the three-apple-tall young woman who was standing with her hands on either side of her hips, she was looking at him with frowning eyebrows as she shuffled from one foot to the other.
Maintaining his straight posture, he lowered his eyes to observe the young stranger from top to bottom, he had to admit to himself that she was beautiful and infinitely desirable in this large T-shirt which she had on as pajamas and which married her curves with each of its movements.
- But you went anyway. Does he end up answering
-Inh, go where? She asked unable to follow the logic of the proud warrior standing in the middle of his living room like a baobab tree.
-To this masquerade. He clarified, pressing the word "masquerade" a raised eyebrow.
- Yeah but not by choice. And then that was not the question. Who are you? A minister? A president? What are you exactly? A prince? By the way, what's your name again?
-I am Hackim El-Hassan, king of the lands of Kahazhan located in the Sahara desert. He introduced himself with all the pride that his origins gave him in his voice.
Mia burst out laughing. With a laugh so deep that she was shaken all over. Thirty seconds later, she looked up surprised that he didn't join her in her laughter. Instead he still had that relentless mask that intimidated him so much on his face.
-You don't look like it, but you are very funny, Monsieur le Roi. She said cleaning up the tears that had flowed down as she laughed.
-Do I have the head of a clown? What exactly makes you laugh Miss Khelani? Hackim questioned, irritated that the foreigner didn't take him seriously, but even more so by the fact that her crystalline laughter awakened something in him that he hadn't yet manifested since the brutal death of his loving mother.
Curious to know why he presented himself as a king -even if he looked like one- and convinced that the time of kings and princes had long since passed, Mia grabbed her cell phone which was on the chest of drawers and tapped Hackim El-Hassan in the search bar. The result more than anything this man would say to her left her speechless.He was truly a king. And not just any...