"Sit down and please tell me exactly what you have experienced today," I said to the Hochstetter. She made a pretty figure in her Islamic clothes. For the first time, I noticed how beautiful she was. She would look great even in a coal sack. To find out how well Arslan's keyword programming worked, I had her describe her little afternoon down to the last detail.
"Fine, you introduced yourself there very neatly," I praised. " I have decided to let you know my plans. It may shock you, but your loyalty is significant to me and that you are on my side is also very important to me. May I count on you?"
"I have always wanted to be closer to you. I believe in you and, if you wish, I can always be at your side, it is an extraordinary honour for me". Now she programmed herself as it was planned. I rose and hugged her. "You make me especially happy, Veronica." I could feel her trembling from happiness in my arms, and I had to hold her a little bit because her legs appeared to become soft. Gently I released her into her chair.
"You must have noticed how tiring and pointless our job has become. I have no desire anymore to work for these incompetent Politkaspers. I intended to resign, but then the Imam Ibrahim Arslan crossed my path. He is an exceptional man who will soon be an important personality in this country. I have decided to support him. I believe he could manage to get rid of this corrupt bunch of politicians, to cure the country so that it can once again fulfil its duties towards its citizens. I would be especially happy if you would think so, too."
" You have always been very important to me when I think about it, much more important than this job. May I ask how you envisage my future service," she asked.
"Whatever you want is especially important to me." She should believe that everything is her idea. She blushed, swallowed, seemed to gather all her courage.
"I wished I could be at your service as your wife, Mr Peterson. It would be an extraordinary honour for me. So please tell me what I have to do. I will certainly not disappoint you," she said shyly.
"So come to me" she rose undecidedly, and I pulled her on my lap and held her firmly in my arms.
"You shall be my wife. Will you submit to me, serve me with special devotion, be a very obedient and submissive wife to me? Then you must convert to Islam and become a particularly demure Muslimah."
She said: "I was always proud to be an emancipated woman. That made me lonely. For how many nights was I sitting in my apartment and dreaming about love? However, here and now I throw away my old life and start a new one as your obedient wife. I want to make a special effort to be a good Muslimah."
"Good! My dear, I accommodate you for the time being in the madrasah. This is a particularly good place to teach you your new faith."
"I would go anywhere you want, Mr Peterson," she said joyfully and pressed her silken head into my shoulder.
It couldn't be better, Peterson is coming with the Hochstetter. She has reacted exactly as we had hoped. On the one hand she now becomes an obedient Muslim wife, on the other hand she remains a capable intelligent agent - just in our service now. Ah! There they are already. "Salam Alaikum, Brother Peterson," I ignored the Hofstetter, "what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to introduce you to a new convert and my future wife. How do you like her?"
"I have to say, you have found a particularly beautiful woman there."
In embarrassment she hid behind Peterson's back.
"Go ahead to the mosque, woman, you can speak the Shahada right there. I send Selima quickly to the women's wing, that's again a very special event for the women. Come brother, we'll have some tea till the women are ready." We went to my apartment.
"Selima, tell the women that a new sister is speaking her Shahada in the mosque today and Kamila will bring us tea," I ordered.
"You have a second wife, moment Kamila, isn't that little Boehm?"
"That's right! But she is not my wife - not yet. As soon as her family is converted, she may become my second wife. First she should learn what it means to me to be a good wife."
A black ghost entered, no it slid almost silently into the living room and served the tea silently, then it turned around and ignited Hashish in the shisha for us. Except for a quiet rustling of her clothes, only a shadow of her was perceived. Peterson watched with fascination and I said:
"Brother, it's not a Muslim's duty to stare at a strange woman!"
"Sorry, but it's remarkable the way the women change under your care."
"Praise be to Allah, I only save their immortal souls" I said seriously.
"We must probably work something on our friend," I thought.
After Selima informed us that everything was ready, we went to the Moshee. There the women - now actually black, identical cones - were already waiting for us. In front of them stood the Hochstetter. Of course also as a black ghost. It was only allowed for the women to completely disguise themselves as Niqaabi at important events, while there was still resistance against Islam in the population. We sat down and I said:
"Dear sister, do you come to us of your own free will, without coercion, to proclaim your creed for Islam? Then answer now with I will!"
"Yes, I will!"
"You know that you must be a very special Muslimah. Your name from now on is Faizah, the victorious one. As the wife of our brother Peterson, you will have to fulfill very important tasks! Are you ready? Then repeat what I said in the third form, really!"
"It's called Faizah, it has to fulfill very important tasks as the wife of brother Peterson!“
"Then repeat after me the Shahada now! After that, they married with Allah.
We men went back to our tea and the women went back to the women's wing to celebrate a little.