Chapter 33

Sandra
I have waited for Euniel for more than three hours in his office, but he didn't deign to show his face during all that time. Though I am per nature very patient, I ended up getting tired waiting for him. I think I'm a little too lax with him. Lucky for him that I am with him for a specific purpose. Otherwise, I would not hesitate to show him all my misbehavior. For now, I have to play the game of the perfect, marriageable wife. As soon as my goals are achieved, he will see how I will treat him harshly. After realizing that he won't be coming to the office anymore, or that he won't be coming anytime soon, I decide to grab my purse and head home. However, I inquire at his secretary to know about his program.
"Do you know what time your boss is supposed to come to his office? What's his schedule for the day?" I ask him the question while stopping at his level.
"He asked me to postpone all his appointments for this day until tomorrow. So there is a good chance that he will not come during the day."
I suspected that he was not going to come at such an hour anymore. I walk out of there with my heart boiling with anger. What nerve is it to dry me off like this? I walk gritting my teeth when, wanting to enter the reception room, I see this cretin of Euniel accompanied by the young girl with the face of an angel. He is so focused on watching that he hasn't even noticed my presence within two meters of them. So he preferred to make me wait for hours for this girl. My heart is boiling with rage. This Muse, Nicolas told me about her, that Euniel is madly in love with her. For a year that we have been together, he has never dared to allude to her. Nevertheless, no one had to explain to me from noon to two o'clock that Euniel loved another woman and that other woman was not me. He never cared about me. Even his gaze on me was devoid of any tenderness. You don't see that spark that only exists in the eyes of lovers. However, I believe he stayed with me just because he has nothing to blame me for. I devote myself more than 200% to please him. I do everything possible so that he does not find in my cimportem an opportunity to criticize me. Even on his birthday, when he took the opportunity to announce our engagement, there was no hint of romance. It was like a general announcement of no importance. I couldn't see any emotion in his look and in his eyes. Tonight, I felt crummy when he ditched his own birthday party just because that hungover beauty left him a present. He admittedly refused to show me the gift, and to say who it was from, but I had managed to sneak in late at night when he was asleep, and I read the note that came with the gift. I was so mad that I almost took that gift and threw it out the window, or picked up a rock and broke that watch. However, I controlled myself as always. Euniel surely takes me for a stupid and naive girl, but he will only have his eyes to cry at the end. I have my goals to achieve with him, and despite the arrival of this Muse, I intend to achieve them. Nothing and no one will stop me.
Dinam
I stare the doctor straight in the eye, trying to better understand his question.
"But Doctor Maurice, you know me quite well, and so does Mr. Hawam. We are not related. Besides, how could that be when we come from two very distinct and distant regions? the other ?" I ask him the question with a lost expression.
"My boy, I certainly know you very well and the same as Mr. Hawam. However, the analyzes of your blood revealed things to me that I did not know about you." He answers me even more enigmatic. Not understanding where he is coming from, so I ask him
"Doctor Maurice, can you be more specific please?!"
"Mr. Hawam is one of my patients whom I have been following for more than twenty years now. I therefore know him perfectly from the health point of view. Therefore, when I received the results of your blood analysis, I where to see very great similarities between you. I do not know if it is chance or not, but there is a good chance that you are of the same family. If Mr. Hawam, as well as you, allow it, I can carry out DNA tests to see if you are related." Doctor Maurice explains to me.
"I don't know what to say to you doctor. There must necessarily be a mistake. Mr. Hawam and I are from the same family? It would still be far-fetched. Anyway, we will wait for the opinion of Mr. Hawam. We will see what he thinks about it, and especially if he agrees to a DNA test." I reply not very convinced of Doctor Maurice's conclusion.
"Okay, we'll do what you want. But as for redoing the analyses, it's a waste of time. I know Mr. Hawam's electrophoresis and everything about his blood and his genotypes. I can't deceive me about him."
"In that case, let's go see Mr. Hawam. If he agrees, you can do DNA tests for him and me.
Doctor Maurice and I go to the room where Monsieur Hawam is admitted. However, despite the doctor's doubts, I remain skeptical about the idea of ​​any parental or family connection between Mr. Hawam and me. By what alchemy can this be possible? We come from two different backgrounds. I am from the South, while Mr. Hawam is from the North. I've always known my father, even if he's weird as he is, I still know he's my father. If that was not the case, he would surely have told me that I was not his son. Worse still, he would have used this pretext to abandon me, because he always considered me a burden. Why would he have accepted to raise the child of another man than him, moreover his wife abandoned him to embark on an adventure? It is therefore convinced of this that I go in the company of Doctor Maurice, to Monsieur Maurice's room. He is lying on his bed and, despite the illness, he still looks very solid. Muse is sitting by his bedside smiling at him. They must surely be telling cheerful stories.
"Good evening Mr. Hawam, how are you?" I ask him as I approach his sickbed.
"As solid as a crocodile! Admittedly, my time had not yet come." He responds with a nice smile on his face. He really is a strong man. It didn't look like he had just escaped death.
"God be praised then! You gave us one of those scares! Luckily you are already doing well as a charm!"
"It's also thanks to you my boy! I learned that you gave me your blood. If it hadn't been for your intervention, I would have probably already been dead by now." He says to me with a grateful air.
"I'm glad I gave you my blood! If I had to do it again, I would do it again and again."
"Speaking of blood donation, we came to talk to you about something important related to that." Doctor Maurice, who had been silent until then, intervenes by taking a few steps towards Mr. Hawam.
"Ah yes? What is it? I'm listening, you can talk to me." Mr. Hawam responds.
"It's a bit personal, we would like to speak to you in apartheid."
"What is it? He's my father and if there's something serious about him, I need to know!" Muse intervenes by becoming anxious.
"She's right, you can talk to me in her presence, I don't mind." Mr. Hawam goes after Muse.
"Very well! In fact, after analyzes operated on the blood of doctor Euniel, it turned out that the results reveal that there is a good chance that you are from the same family." Doctor Maurice narrates his discoveries to Mr. Hawam who cannot believe it just like me. So he exclaims
"But it's impossible! How could it be possible? It's not that I don't desire such a thing, on the contrary, I would be the proudest man to have Euniel for my son. However, how could a coming from a tribe in the north of the country can be related to a national from the south?
"That's also what I was telling the doctor earlier, Mr. Hawam. It's just not possible. There must be a mistake somewhere." I add following Mr. Hawam.
"I don't know what to tell you, but I believe that to put an end to your doubts, we will simply have to do a DNA test. It is up to you to decide whether to accept a test for you. DNA or not." Doctor Maurice proposes.
"If it's the only condition to be able to know the truth, I don't see any problem with it." Mr. Hawam decides and we all agree.
Doctor Maurice took what is necessary and sent it to the national laboratory. It's the only center in our country that can do DNA testing. We've been waiting for a week already. Today after the break, Doctor Maurice calls me and I join him in his office. He asks me to take a seat in front of him and I comply without any form of trial. Doctor Maurice told me afterwards that I had settled in well.
"The DNA test results are already available. Here they are in front of me."