Ricochet Part 17

“Ahmed, don’t leave the country, okay?” Princess Latifa cried, “Are you going to leave your mother alone again?”

“Ma, it’s only an hour and a half by plane, besides, don’t you have another son and grandchildren there? I don’t see why you can’t hop on a plane once in a while to visit me and my brother.” Ahmed replied.

“Ahmed, why do you insist in rejecting Ratna? If you would only accept your engagement none of this would happen. What does that woman have that Ratna doesn’t? Look, Ratna is beautiful, she’s educated, well mannered, and if you get to know her, you can see that she has a great personality.” She tried to convince her son.

“Mama, please stop, okay? Enough already! I told you many times that I don’t like her, but you never understood. If you didn’t pull a trick on me and announce the engagement at your party. Ratna wouldn’t be that disappointed, and Mr. Sumantri wouldn’t dare to threaten me with my job. ” Ahmed exhaled, “Besides, I think it’s time for me to step away from under my father’s shadow and try to make it on my own. I’m tired that you and Papa treat me like an incompetent person, and that I would never achieve anything by myself.”

“This is all because of her, isn’t it? She put all these ideas in your head.” She accused.

“Why? Because I can’t think for myself?” His voice was ironic. “Is that how you see me?”

“Ahmed….” her voice was genuinely sad.

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“Here is the updated report. Also this folder contains the opened projects that we have, and the status of each.” Ahmed explained to his father.

Mr. Omar looked through the folder, “very good.” He praised.

“Thank you, Pa.” Ahmed

“Ahmed, I want you to know, that I’ve been very hard on you all this time, because I want you to be a man who will make use of all his potentials. You’re my only son, it’s common that children from well off family slack off, and become irresponsible, depending themselves on their parents’ wealth. Maybe I’ve never told you this, but I am very proud of you.”

Ahmed looked at him in disbelief, his father’s tone was gentle and loving. “Thank you.”

“I’m sure you will have success and good luck in the future. You have the ability and presence to achieve what you set your mind to,” He got up from his chair and hugged his son warmly.

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Ricochet Part 16

“He kicked you out? Your father?” Ronald didn’t believe her. “But why?”

“Hey, this is a girl’s heart to heart talk here, sweetheart. No boys allowed.” Winnie gave him the evil eye.

“Huh! I think you’re father got it all wrong! I mean I have daughters of my own, if some guy was circling around them, I would lock them in the house and throw away the key. Kicking her out of the house is like shouting, “Here, take my daughter for free!”, right?” Dodi gave his opinion.

“Mr. Dodi…. this is supposed to be between us girls!” Winnie protested again.

“Maybe you’re adopted.” Ronald said again.

Tia looked at him strangely, “Thanks for the encouragement, guys.”

“But seriously, from one dad to another, yours did not make the right decision, and what’s wrong with Mr. Ahmed? He’s rich, successful, handsome, and kind.” Dodi praised, “Besides, everybody in the company knows that the two of you have been flirting with each other for the past three years. That’s why when Madame Al Rashid announced that he was engaged with Miss Ratna we were all surprised.”

“What do you mean we have been flirting with each other for three years?” Tia asked. “Before he started dating me a few months ago, he was dating Daniyati, the previous HR Manager.”

“Yeah right….” Winnie laughed.

“No, I’m serious, he used to date Daniyati, he told me that they went out for three years…”

“Stop trying to make up stupid excuses to deny it. We already know anyway…. ” Winnie said, “The whole company has been whispering about it ever since you started working here.”

“Guys….” Tia paused when she heard her phone ring, “It’s my aunt, I need to take this call…”

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Ricochet Part 15

“Is it true that Tia Chang came and visited you at your apartment this morning?” Princess Latifa asked.

“No, it’s not true,” Ahmed replied.

“Ratna saw you with her own eyes, she went to your apartment to bring you breakfast and she saw you and that woman coming out of your apartment.” She insisted.

“Well, it isn’t true that Tia came to visit me this morning, she stayed with me all night.”

“You horrible punk! How could you speak like that to your mother? Don’t you have any sense of decency?”

“You asked didn’t you?” He smirked.

“How could you do something like that, you’re already engaged, how can you spend the night with a woman other than your fiance?” She criticized.

“Yes, I am engaged, this morning I asked Tia to marry me.”

“Are you out of your mind? We’ve already announced your engagement with Ratna at the party. How can you treat her like that? Don’t you have any respect? Don’t you have any considerations towards her feelings? How do you think she would take it, seeing her fiance flirting around with another woman in front of her”

“Considerations? Are you going to talk about having considerations? I don’t remember any of you having considerations towards me when you suddenly announced my engagement to Ratna. An engagement that I never agreed to.” Ahmed refuted, “I don’t have any intentions to marry Ratna, not now, not ever. I don’t see her more than a friend. I think I’m more than old enough to make my own decisions about my life.”

“Ahmed, please come to your senses. How do you think it would look if only a few days after we made the announcement, you’re already going out with another woman. What would people think about our family?” She pleaded.

“Ma, maybe you should have thought about that before forcing me to go ahead with your plans.”

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Ricochet Part 14

“I love this.” Ahmed looked at her from the kitchen counter.

“Love what?” She asked.

“This, you here in my apartment, waking up together, having breakfast together, it’s nice.”

Tia dried her hands with a dish towel, “It is, it is nice.”

“We should get going.” Ahmed looked at his watch, “Come on.”

“Oh, and thanks for getting my suite laundered, I didn’t know you had it, I always thought I lost it.”

“I thought it would come in handy to have your work clothes here.” He grabbed her and hugged her by the waist, “Thank you!”

“For what?” she asked.

He whispered in her ear.

“Oh my goodness…..” She blushed, slapping him on the arm.

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“You could drop me off at the usual place.” Tia chirped as the reached the intersection near the building.

“Why would I want to do that for?” Ahmed creased his brow.

“Your mother or Ratna might see us together.”

“Let them!” Ahmed replied calmly, “We’re not doing anything wrong, so why do we have to sneak around?”

“Okay, I understand that, but I don’t want your mother to hate me even more. I think if we want to be together, we should make her accept me, don’t you think?” She reasoned.

“That would take a miracle,” Ahmed answered flatly.

“Well, thanks for the optimism.” Tia huffed.

“I’m being realistic. Let’s say that money and wealth won’t be a problem, but your family ties will be. She hates your aunt to death. If she could have a bulls eye board with your aunt’s photo on it, she would.”

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Ricochet Part 13

My goodness, and here I thought I was going to spend the rest of my day streaming Supernatural, but I end up opening my WP and typing away…..have a good day guys, enjoy the chapter…


Tia heard her cell phone ringing again. She threw it into her drawer and stacked her clothes on top of it. She closed the drawer and jumped on to her bed.

He had been calling her since the day after the party, but she wasn’t ready to speak to him. Tia was feeling unsure about herself and about her relationship with Ahmed.

She spent the whole day in her bedroom, she didn’t feel like talking to anyone, much less her crazy cousin who seemed to magically appear in front of her door every time her cellphone would ring persuading her to answer her phone and talk to Ahmed.

“Don’t be stupid. All you need to do is talk to him and be nice to him. Let him see you but don’t give him anything more than a smile. If you keep avoiding him, he’ll get bored and depressed, and then he might try to find consolation in his fiance…” Hafiz told her.

“Get out and stay out.” She threw the pillow at him.

“Remember what I told you, fly him like a kite…” He shouted threw the door.

Tia covered her head with her pillow to keep his voice from invading her ears.

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Ricochet Part 12

Usually, I prefer to drop a personal project when it doesn’t get many interests like this story or September Moon that way I can dedicate my time to pick up other projects. I’m thinking that this probably will be the last part published on the blog. When I get around to finish it, I will publish it through other medias.

“Hafiz, how are you enjoying the party?” Princess Latifa asked when they passed by her near the buffet table.

“It’s very nice. The food is delicious. Congratulations, on Ahmed’s engagement, I haven’t had a chance to speak to him, I think he’s still busy receiving all the well wishes from the guests.” He replied.

She glanced at Tia, “How do you know Miss Chang? I think she started working long after you left the company.”

“Tia is my….my childhood friend.”

“Ah, I see.” She nodded, “It was nice of you to dress your date up in exquisite clothes.” She looked at Tia from head to toe.

“Madame, thank you for your compliment, the dress was a gift from my aunt, and the diamond necklace was a gift from my cousin,” Tia told the truth.

“Tia has some well off family members.” Hafiz bragged subtly.

“I suppose so…” She mumbled displeased, “I’m going to greet the other guests.”

“That went well,” Hafiz said after Princess Latifa left, “At least she knows she’s not the only person with money in town.”

“I need to go to the restroom.” She replied, “Hey, remember that you’re supposed to be my date, cousin. So don’t go around hunting for skirts. It’s bad enough that Madame Al Rashid invited me here to see my boyfriend get engaged, I don’t want her to laugh at me when she sees my date hitting on other girls.”

“I know…I know, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I don’t!”

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