The Hotel (Devenport serum 1)
The widow Suzan Fuller and her daughter, 21-year-old Gloria, visited London. They lodged in a small suburban hotel. The only free room was next to a Muslim family who was praying too loudly. Gloria knocked on the door after the first prayer. A black-veiled girl opened the door. A dense black veil covered her completely. From her eyes, she only saw two oval nets. Then Gloria introduced herself and told her why she had come. The veiled girl introduced herself as Fadela Hussein and she was 24 years old. She promised to be quieter. So they remained. The walls of the hotel were still thin, but it didn't bother anymore. Already the next day they visited museums and exhibitions in the city, but it soon got boring for Gloria. "I don't understand my daughter! There are so many beautiful attractions not to be missed! Then what would you like to see? All those tickets I bought in advance shall I throw them away now? " "I don't know what I want, Mom, but I've seen enough attractions," Gloria replied. When they had returned to their room at noon, they could hear loud Arab arguments next door. Gloria knocked again. The veiled girl opened the door and Gloria heard her weeping. "What's the matter? Can I help you? "Gloria asked. "We are here because I' m so excited to see it all. My father had promised me, but we cannot leave due to mother's veil. “ "Then take off the veil! Or does your father not allow it? " " That's not the problem. We have no other clothes, and if so, my mother is not willing to show herself without her veil, because she is too religious! However, my father is not willing to accompany me. I may take off the veil, but then I am not allowed to go anywhere." "Fadela, to whom are you talking?" asked a man in the room. "The neighbor girl I told you about," said the veiled girl. " Please ask her to come in and don't talk at the door," said the man. Gloria entered at her gesture. She merely noticed that she was wearing black gloves under her veil. There the man sat at the table and his black-veiled wife on a pillow next to the wall. They were introduced to her as Omar and Mahdia Hussein. "Thank you Saalam Aleykum," Gloria greeted them. "Waaleykum salaam!" "Do you speak Arabic?" the Arab girl wondered. "Since I was always bad at mathematics, I had to learn Arabic as a foreign language to get a good grade in the final examinations. And I studied hard. I have a good comprehension of language. " said Gloria in Arabic. " You speak our language very well. You hardly have an accent! " he said and laughed. "Fadela told me what her problem is. Maybe I can help her." "And how?" Fadela asked curiously. " I will convince my mother to take you with her until you become as bored as I am now. " "Great idea! Do you agree, father? Please. " "Okay, I am," said the man. "But my Lord! We don't even know her! What if they simply kidnapped our daughter," the veiled woman protested. "Don't be so silly! You believe too much of what you hear in the mosque," he said. "That's not amusing at all! I insist on more security! Otherwise, I won't let my daughter go. And she can't go undisguised! It is not allowed in our religion! The Muslim woman became truly poisonous. "But mother this is not written anywhere! Islam does not command it," protested the veiled girl. Again it knocked on the door. Suzan was searching after her daughter. Fadela also introduced her to her parents. She was told what they were arguing about. It was a bit difficult because the Arab women only spoke Arabic and Suzan only spoke English. "I would suggest that Fadela join me. We will find something suitable for her in my daughter's wardrobe and I will leave Gloria as a hostage with you," Suzan said laughing. "Me as a hostage? That's a joke," laughed Gloria. "Yes, hostage! This girl will be my daughter if my daughter doesn't come back! But I want that in writing! I insist on that", the veiled woman said with deadly seriousness. "But Mama! You are being exaggerated," Fadela protested. " For me, that is no problem at all. You will hopefully come back, won't you," Gloria asked with a grin. They wrote a contract in Arabic and English. Everyone signed it. " Now I feel more confident," Mahdia said a little more relaxed. Suzan and Fadela went to the neighbouring room and Gloria stayed by the Arab couple. Fadela chose a conservative dress from Gloria's clothes. Jeans and jacket, a colorful t-shirt, panties, bra, pantyhose, sandals, and jerseys. In the meantime, she looked at Gloria's sexy clothes. Tangles, lace bra, short top, mini skirt, short perforated shoes. "I want to try it all on," she thought excitedly. On their way back to the Husseins, Suzan teased the Arab girl: "You look like an English girl coming out of a solarium. "Fadela, you look great," her father said. "It's a scandal! Changing your clothes immediately, my daughter," Mahdia angrily grumbled. "But Mama! These are very discreet clothes," said Fadela. "You should see Gloria's sexy clothes first", the Arab girl thought and smiled. "Don't let my wife drive you crazy! I'm inviting everyone to lunch," Omar said. "All right! But if Fadela is allowed to dress up as an English girl, Gloria has to dress up as an Arab girl! She should wear Fadela's veils," said Mahdia sternly. "Why not? I am very curious how pretty my daughter will look like an Arab girl," Suzan said laughing. "All right! Until evening I will play the role of the veiled Arab girl," Gloria said. Mahdia grabbed Gloria's hand and accompanied her to Fadela's room. The small windowless room must have been a wardrobe at some time. A small bed and a closet just fitted in. Mahdia opened the closet and took black clothes out of it, while Gloria undressed in the meantime. Mahdia gave her long trousers and shirt, stockings, shoes, abaya, hijab. All in black. Then she tied the niqab in front of her face and pulled the gloves on her. Gloria observed herself in the mirror through two little slits in the niqab. Only her blue eyes betrayed that there was no Arab girl under the niqab. On top, she pulled a burka on her. Gloria could only look dimly through the two small oval nets. "Perfect! As if you were Fadela, a real Arab Muslimah," Mahdia said and stroked the veiled girl. "You are so gorgeous, you English girl, in those black veils! I do not understand my daughter's refusal to wear it! "Mahdia said. At first, Gloria was completely blind, but her vision adapted, even though it was all grey in front of her. Her breathing was difficult due to the thick fabrics, but she enjoyed her new dress. For the next few hours, she will be Fadela. As long as she would be able to stand to be a veiled Muslimah. "Look, I'm bringing here a simple Muslim-Arab girl!" Mahdia proudly presented the black-veiled Gloria as they went back to the others.