A seafaring trip like that, it's funny.
"That's how I got everything, Genna?" I asked my wife.
"I packed you everything, as usual, even a six-pack of non-alcoholic beer! My lord and protector." She couldn't help it.
"Please, darling. No more this 'master and protector' stuff."
"Tonight you're crazy about it," she countered. Kamila and Djamila ran snorting out of the kitchen, and they laughed loud as they disappeared into the women's wing.
"Do you have to stamp out our sex life in front of the children?"
I asked her strictly. I reaped a simple "yes!" and a cheeky grin. Roaring, I threw myself at her, gently took her in my arms and kissed her. I knew we were the happiest family in the world. The new faith reunited us. We had discussed a family growth that night; better said, Genna still wanted a child with me. She wanted a son so much, and she was still young enough for a new pregnancy. When Hanna was born, it took me years to convince her to have a second child. Everything is lovely, but nothing is the same, and I know that Peterson has answers for me.
When I arrived at the marina, Richard was already waiting for me. A young Hijaab accompanied him.
"Better late than never, buddy?"
"I needed another cup of coffee to endure your disgusting company today. So nice and warm-hearted, buddies greet each other.
"I'd like to introduce you to my new wife, Faizah. Faizah, this is my useless buddy Klaus. Klaus - Faizah, Faizah - Klaus."
"I don't know if I can congratulate you on your decision to marry this moron," I said.
"Sure you can, I am looking forward to meeting you," she said laughing.
Richard said: "If it's all right with you, we'll go aboard and discuss everything. After our conversation, Faizah will retreat again, and then we will catch up on our last failed sailing turn". We loaded the ship and let it drift a little offshore, then we made ourselves comfortable and talked.
Faizah explained to me the necessity of the Brotherhood's way of acting and pointed me several times to my new family happy. She said to me that she, too, was brutally manipulated. If the Brotherhood had informed her of her actions without this measure, she would have been forced as an agent to expose everything. Now she was a happily married, obedient and pious Muslimah. She had no regrets and would be sure that my girls would think the same way she did. Then she took my hand, kissed it and touched it with her forehead and turned away from me.
In the meantime, Richard had thrown on the auxiliary diesel, and we chugged ashore to drop her off at her car. Then we finally sailed off. It was a quiet turn, and I felt our friendship grow. It was supposed to become a friendship between two families and also a political bond.
But until then it was still a long way.