Chapter 6 It's Not A Dream, It's Your Reality

• That morning, Hafid took care of the details related to Sylvia. He opened a bank account for her, so that he could deposit her salary every month.
• He also took care of buying clothes and accessories for her to wear according to what she would be from now on, his wife.
• Hafid was a man with a substantial fortune. He had never bothered to count his money, but everything depended on the precious black gold. He had businesses all over the world, products of petroleum derivatives.
• When he got married for the first time, he thought it would be for the rest of his life. He loved his wife madly.
• Fate took care of showing him that love is fluctuating. Women for Hafid were like candles, they melt as soon as they get close to the fire.
• It had been two years since he became a widower, and he thought he would remain that way until he died. Unfortunately, he started creating a stupid story around the mother of the children, telling them that she was traveling.
• That work didn't leave her with time to see them, and that's why she was always absent. At first, the children found it innocent.
• They were only one year old when she decided to die with her lover, but they grew up and were extremely intelligent.
• They asked questions that threw you off balance. By the time they turned two, they spoke very well, and by three and a half years old, they were very mature for their age.
• Three months ago, Farid had said, "Dad, you're a liar, I don't think we have a mom." He had replied, "Of course you have a mom," he had affirmed.
• He emphasized it with great certainty and told them, "She's just traveling, that's why you never see her."
• "No, Dad!" Amira had said, "We don't believe you anymore, Mom doesn't exist," said the girl, and both had run away without waiting for him to say anything else.
• Since that moment, Hafid thought about how to find a mother for his children. It had to be someone special, without a family willing to submit to what he demanded of her.
• He didn't think about how he would find her. It was difficult to find someone like that, but he had to try. It had been two weeks since he had posted the advertisement, and so far, many had been interviewed.
• Many girls had come to see if they qualified, and he interviewed them, or rather, his secretary did.
• He was the one who interviewed them. Until one day, he called him and said, "Boss, I think we have found the ideal woman for the job!"
• "Arrange another meeting with the girl," Hafid had requested.
• That same afternoon, the secretary arranged another meeting with her, and the next morning, the girl had gone for the interview and confirmed that she had been hired.
• Hafid had asked for a photo of the girl, and upon seeing it, he exclaimed, "Oh my God, Warren, she's just a girl!" Hafid's voice sounded alarmed.
• "Well, boss, it's what we have. All the others are too old, they have grown-up children, they are widows, single, angry with their families. On the other hand, this girl has everything you're looking for.
• - "Alright," Hafid had said, "make an appointment for the afternoon. Buy her clothes, shoes, fix her up decently, she looks like a scarecrow with those clothes."
• - "Yes, sir, I will take her to the hotel and there you will see if it suits you or not!" Warren had said.
• Seeing Sylvia, Hafid still thought she looked like a child, but hearing the way she responded to the questions he had asked her, he loved it. She had poise and character, this little girl.
• Indeed, he had not been mistaken. The girl had won over the two children with her spontaneity.
• He liked that. She was tender with her children, but when she looked at him, her eyes took on a stormy blue color and filled with rejection towards him.
• Yes, Sylvia had convinced Farid and Amira that she was their mother, the one he had said was always traveling.
• That's why he needed to get married soon. He called the secretary and asked him to have everything ready soon.
• At first, Hafid thought of just pretending that the girl was the mother of the children, but knowing Farid and Amira, he knew they would start to inquire.
• So it was best to have a real marriage, and when the children were old enough to understand, he would tell them the truth about their mother's story.
• He couldn't enslave this girl to pretend to be the mother of his children for the rest of her life. Maybe in five years or more, he could cancel the contract and she could live a normal life.
• These were the thoughts Hafid had about Sylvia, while she entertained herself playing with the children and enjoying a calm and stress-free afternoon.
• Sylvia looked back on her short life. Just a few hours ago, she didn't have a piece of bread to put in her mouth, nor did she have any idea how she would get by, let alone pay for the room she lived in.
• She truly didn't know what would happen to her life surrounded by poverty, but there she was, with two children who believed she was their mother.
• With a house that looked like a queen's palace, clothes, food, and a man who from now on said he would be her husband.
• It seemed crazy, but it wasn't. This extraordinary story was happening to her.
• She had a family, a house to live in without worrying about paying rent, no debts, and she also had a bank account with ten thousand dollars every month.
• It seemed like a dream, but it wasn't. Before this, she didn't have dreams or goals, but now with that salary, she could not only dream but also live, plan, and execute any plan, buy whatever she wanted.
• Definitely, Sylvia Smith, the most extraordinary story you have ever thought or imagined is happening to you. Look around, it's happening to you.