EMAD
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?" I bellow.
Maria rolls her eyes and steps in from the threshold of the corridor.
She rolled her eyes at me!
I roughly grab her by the shoulders and force her to look at me. After a few million years of struggling, she finally gives in.
I smirk.
She looks me in the eye, trying to glare but failing miserably. Her light skin has now become red. I can practically see heat coming out of her cheeks and ears.
"I won't tell you." She says and presses her lips together.
I try a different tactic.
"You won't tell your husband where you were? Now, that's not something a good Muslim woman would do." I know I'm blackmailing, but it's the only way.
I watch her whole demeanor shift. She raises an accusatory eyebrow and me at points a finger at my face.
"I went to
