Chapter 15

Ousmane’s POV

I heard her sniffling. She was crying, and I suddenly felt guilty.

“Hawa, I’m sorry,” I said.

She said nothing.

I sighed and parked the car, realizing we had already arrived at the house. She opened the door, took the bowls, and got out quickly. I locked the doors and went to my room. I performed my ablutions and went to the mosque for prayer, but I was delayed a little because I spent a moment talking with a neighbor.

When I returned, I found that Hawa had set the table for dinner. But unlike other days, she did not join me to eat. I ate and went to my room, realizing my mistake. What was wrong with me?

I took my phone and called Zayate.

“Hello, baby!” I said.

“Heeey,” she replied in a sleepy voice.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I miss you, baby.”

“I miss you too. Let me call you back later, baby, I’m sleepy.”

“You broke the fast, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wake up in the mornin