Today, I would like you to never have offered me that job because you interviewed me. I started working and quickly adapted to the staff. You welcomed me and we all worked as a team. We often organized lunches and without realizing we all became friends very soon.
I and you were very close and we understood this late. Your humor was so delightful and our communication went beyond anything. As we tried to hide it, we became so emotionally involved.
Not too long and our meetings without reason began. We talked about common things, politics or topics that were of no interest to us and much. Now, we were starting out without the presence of the staff.
Colleagues had begun to doubt, but we were able to show them the truth and conceal our true feelings. Anyway, we could not do this for too long. Our relationship was getting more and more dangerous, more intense. We knew this was wrong because we both were married. We both had family. The fact that you came from a traditional Muslim family made it even more complex throughout this scenario.
Then, on a beautiful day, you came across the news: you were pregnant. I saw you being sad and all this was not planned. You got sick and you have to get rid of work for a long time.
Anyhow, we kept on contacting the phone and messages. Now, things were becoming more secret and the consequences could be even faster.
After what seemed to me an infinity, you and your husband were with a girl. You send me your photos, yours, and your whole family. I saw your joy as I saw you lacking like me.
A few weeks later, I would send you my gift, but wonderfully, my wife suggested that we give it to you personally. I tried to show myself indifferent, but I was dying from the inside. There was no other choice.
That day, we met each other's partners for the first time. That day, was the last time we talked together ...
