Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 19

Asahd’s POV:

I pulled up in front of my building at past nine. It felt so good to return earlier than usual.

I grabbed my bag and phone and stepped out of the car. Once outside, I shut the door...maybe a little too hard because I heard an odd sound. I panicked immediately. The car worked good but it was still old after all.

I reached for the doorknob of the driver’s seat and tried to open it. My heart skipped a beat when it didn’t open. I tried all the other doors and they were stuck too!!! I tried unlocking with the keys but nothing!

“Oh no, no,” I muttered. “How am I going to get in, now??”

I’d already spoiled the car. I felt like crying. I stared at the car hopelessly and then, I had an idea that gave me a little hope.

“The open window!” I exclaimed and ran to the other side of the car. I got in through the open window and then tried to open the doors from inside but to no avail. I couldn’t believe the bad luck that continuously happened to me.

“This is too much,” I groaned helplessly and made my way out of the car through the window. “Guess the only way I’ll be able to get in and out of this car is through it’s window. How pathetic.”

I was so close to shedding more tears and was very tempted to kick the hell out of that car. But that was another risk I wasn’t willing to take at all.

Trying hard not to spoil my mood, I entered the building. I got to the apartment and used my own keys to open the door. I stepped in and Saïda was seated on a couch, watching TV.

“Hello~” she smiled and I smiled back.

“What’s up?”

“I’m okay. How was your day?”

“It was okay,” I dropped my bag and landed on a chair close by. “Where’s your father?”

“Asleep. You know he retires to bed, early, most of the time.”

“Right.”

She stared at me while I stared at the TV.

“You look a little down. What’s wrong with you this time?” she mused.

“You won’t believe what happened to me,” I chuckled a little, trying to laugh the pain off.

A lot of horrible things were happening to me and if I kept laughing them off this often, I might explode or grow mad, literally, some day.

“What?”

I told her about the car and she laughed.

“Seriously? Oh my. You know my father won’t help you fix it, right? And you need to keep at least a week’s salary, to fix it,” she mused.

“Fuck that. That money is already too little for me. I’m not gonna waste it on an old car. Lieeees. I’ll get in and out of that car, through the window. I’ll probably die of embarrassment but here, no one knows me, and so, I’ll stick with it. End of topic,” I ended, rolling my eyes and she laughed.

“You see? You complained about that window from day one, and now, it saves your life.”

“And I hate that fact,” I laughed.

We were silent for a while, watching TV. But then I took out thirty dollars from my pocket and gave it to her as my daily contribution to whatsoever.

“Give it to Djafar, tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. You hungry?”

“That’s a dumb question. Of course I am!” I mused, throwing a cushion at her.

“Hahaha, okay. I cooked curry chicken stew and rice.”

My eyes grew wide and I stared at her.

“I hope you’re not gonna tell me that it’s a lie and that you actually cooked some lame sauce and noodles. Cuz I swear.”

“I mean it,” she cut me with a laugh. “I found a Moroccan store today, with all our spices and necessities to cook our traditional meals.”

The joy. The joy! I wasn’t used to foreign food. Matter of fact, I hated it.

“So you can be at peace, now. From today, and thanks to that store, I will be able to cook most of our meals so we feel comfortable.”

“God bless you. You and your family!” I exclaimed happily and we stood. I followed her to the little kitchen and took a seat at the little round table in a corner.

My mouth watered as I watched her warm the food. I’d missed our meals so bad. All the spice and all the meat. The heavy meals I’d missed so bad.

Saïda served me as well as herself and joined me at the table.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked surprised, going to wash my hands and returning to the table.

“Nope. Wasn’t hungry earlier.”

“How can you not you not be hungry for curry chicken stew? I knew you were an alien or something,” I teased and she poked me.

“Shut up.”

She then forced me to make a short prayer with her before we finally started eating.

“I’m invited to a party by my colleagues, tomorrow night. At one’s apartment,” I told her, my mouth full of the delicious food. “Mm. Oh gawd, this is delicious. There’s a party in my tummy right now.”

“Thank you. Are you gonna go?”

“Huh?”

“To the party, idiot,” she mused.

“I don’t know. Like I already told you, they’re all very cool and already consider me as a friend of theirs. Though I’m still a little skeptical.”

“Why?? You’re not ready to hang with them because they’re too common?” she teased.