Chapter 17

Hawa’s POV

I opened my eyes with difficulty in search of my phone which did not stop vibrating. I found it and looked at the screen—it was my alarm clock. Oh, it was ten minutes past four. I turned it off and went back to bed, tempted to close my eyes again with my body totally sore, but I had to get up.

I got up and sat on the bed. I was naked under the sheet. I would have liked to wrap myself in it, but Uncle Ousmane was sleeping deeply.

I looked at him, and the images of the magnificent night assaulted my brain. For the first time, I lingered on his facial features. It was true that he was beautiful, especially sleeping so peacefully.

Shit, I had to stop daydreaming and go set the table for breakfast before it got late. First of all, I had to wash myself. I had to take the big ablution. I went to my bathroom, took a bath, and washed myself thoroughly from head to toe before doing the Ghusl. I wrapped myself in a towel and went out.

“Uncle,” I