Soap: Part 2

Part 1

Hanna Böhm:

“My God, what does Petra look like! Her whole body contours are covered in fabric. Only her head is uncovered, but her beautiful, auburn hair is tied tightly to her scalp, “I thought silently.” Hi, Petra, how’s it? Long time not seen, what are you doing? “I greeted her. But Petra pointed only to her mouth, which remained tightly closed and shook his head vehemently. “Can not you talk, are you sick? And what do you wear for funny clothes? “I asked worried. But Petra continued to shake her head and act with her hands as if to scare me away. Then Petra sat down in her seat and completely ignored me. “Just wait. You will not get rid of me so soon! Now I have licked blood. I want to know what’s wrong with you, my little fruit. “, I thought and wrote Julia via WhatsApp.

“Our girlfriend has blocked me tough! But not with me, I’ll stay tuned and contact me if I know something new. “

Discreetly, I followed her after class to the bus stop. I did not know about her move to Marxloh when she got on the bus to Duisburg-Marxloh.

“Shit, that wants to Marxloh, the Muslim quarter! In my clothes, I’m sure I get really stressed. Be a brave girl. The Muslims will not kill you right away, “I thought, slipping unseen into the back of the descent. I held up her student ticket so that the bus driver could see it in the rearview mirror and did not consider me a black woman driver. I sat back behind a tall man. The closer we approached Marxloh, the more exotic my fellow travelers became. Then three young Arabs got in, behaving as if they owned the bus. They went gesturing loudly without paying, where they met me. “Hey, Bitch! Did you get lost? We do not tolerate any naked women in our district. “The leader yelled at Hanna. “This is also my city and I do not let Kanaken tell me where and what I can have!” I yelled back. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and spat in my mouth, wide open in horror. Then he shut my mouth and nose until I had to swallow his snot. “Shut up your naughty mouth and do not dare to get in!” With loud moaning they got out. That did not go unnoticed by the other passengers, not even Petra, who looked over at me. “Crap! As a detective, you’re a nuisance! “I thought and pretended that nothing had happened.

As the bus neared the next stop, I saw, though I was still struggling with a nausea, how Petra got up and pulled a big towel over her head. So she looked like a strict believing Muslim. You only saw the eyes and the nose and the mouth in a small triangle. She went to the middle of the bus and to get out, she hit the hold button. The bus stopped and I ran to the exit to follow Petra, who had already alighted, as inconspicuously as possible. I would have liked to stay in the bus, because here in my small, thin summer dress I was a very striking butterfly among all the modestly dressed Muslim women. Despite everything, I tried to follow Petra and promptly ran into the arms of the angry, youthful Arabs again. “Hey, Bitch! Our Bro said that if you show up here we should pet you a little bit. Did not you swallow enough snot yet? I have something very tasty for you! “Before I knew it, I was pulled into a dark gate and brutally beaten. Lying on the floor they pissed on me and left me in the dirt. “Hanna, for God’s sake! What are you doing here? “I saw only a black ghost through my swollen eyelids. But I recognized Petra’s voice and let her help me up. “Come, I’ll take you to safety. There you will take care of yourself. “With great effort I dragged myself away from Petra. Petra led me to a courtyard where we were greeted with loud female babble. “Please, help my girlfriend, she has been attacked!” Said Petra. In a hurry, a man came to them in a long, agile and full beard and ordered, “Come on, what are you waiting for? Help the poor woman! Provide her wounds and wash them and give her clean clothes! Well, go on! “As if the women had just been waiting for a man to tell them what to do, I was taken into the building by them and they did as ordered. When I was halfway supplied, they took me to a room with no furniture, only carpets and big pillows. There they put me on a pillow and gave me tea to drink. They left me alone. Slowly I came to myself again. I recovered unusually quickly from the shock and began to enjoy the peace and quiet of this place. I snuggled into the pillows and fell asleep soon.

Julia Meyer:

I could not fall asleep because of all the worry about Hanna. Then finally a message from Hanna on my smartphone: “Everything’s fine, I’m in good hands, do not worry. See you monday. Hanna. “” Thank god! I’m curious what she has to report then. I want to spend this weekend with Roger. He’s already got enough empty baskets from me and he’s a nice guy with a joke but also with a great serenity for a 20-year-old, guys like him are seldom found in this land inhabited by brain-dead consumer idiots. “I thought wrote him a WhatsApp.

“Hi, Roger! Would you like to meet me on Saturday night? “I wrote to him.

“You know how much I would like to have a date with you. Does it matter to you to come by me? I promised my dad to help him set up Mother’s new room on Saturday. “


“Good then come tomorrow at 19:00. I’m happy, how happy. “

“Great,” I thought. “I slept so badly the night out of concern for Hanna. Then I can sleep in on Saturday morning and still have time to style myself and then I’m still on time with Roger. “

It was only 6:30 pm when I rang Weber. I was a bit lost over time because the subways had a different timetable on weekends. This is how my father Frank Weber opened my eyes. “Hello Julia! You are early! Never mind, come in. Roger and I just finished. He’s in the bathroom beautifying himself for you, “he said with a grin. Come on, you can wait for Claudia in her new room. But do not worry, it has changed a lot. “I followed him confused. He knocked on a room door that opened a crack and said, “Fatima, I’ll bring you Julia.She is waiting for Roger. Take care of our guest. “A black glove hand grabbed me and pulled me inside. I saw a woman in a black veil. The face was a small oval of eyes, nose and mouth. Otherwise you only saw black fabric. “Hello Julia. It’s Claudia, Roger’s mother. “She hugged me affectionately and offered to sit on a large pillow. “I’m glad you’re my first guest in my new room. I make tea quickly, yes. I’ll be right back.”

“Am I here with ‘Hidden Camera’?” I thought, looking around. The room was quite small, at most 6 m X 6 m. In the middle was a low table with some cushions. There was a chest in one corner with a rolled-up mattress on top of it. A new wall breakthrough led directly into the kitchen. Then Claudia came with the tea.

“How do you like my new domicile? Is not it nice? And it’s so convenient, I can stay here the whole day through the breakthrough to the kitchen. “

– While Julia drank her tea, Mr. Weber had turned the gas on. She could not have guessed that it was a tranquilizer in tea and Mr. Weber’s company: Müller Immobilien, which belonged to the Brotherhood and the Brotherhood had already infiltrated all employees. 

I relaxed and asked, “Are you calling Fatima now, Mrs. Weber?” “Yes, my love, I have converted today, and Frank and Roger have rewarded me with this beautiful room.” Fatima told me about her change to the Muslimah and how happy she is. I listened to her narration with interest, while I relaxed more and more. The initial horror had disappeared, giving way to a great affinity for her. Then there was a knock and Roger asked me to come. We women raised and hugged each other and I kissed Fatima’s hand and held her slightly bowed to my forehead as if I had always said goodbye. He just said when I left the room, “Come on!” I quickly grabbed my paraphernalia and ran after him. I first tried to catch up with him, but soon found myself three steps behind him as normal. So I had a wonderful view of his extended back and as I followed him dreamily, I forgot to pay attention to where we were going. On the bus, I wanted to talk to him, but he ignored my questions and said, “We meet with my friends in our Madrasa. I wish you did not pay attention to the boys. You go with the girls, they can show you everything then and now be silent! “, He said brusquely to me. And I did strangely, as I was told. Once there, we took off our shoes and entered the Madrasa. Roger was traditionally welcomed by his friends, they did not pay me any heed. “Wait here until one of the girls picks you up!”, He ordered me and let me just stand in the lobby. “What is wrong with me? Why do I like how he treats me? I usually tell the guys what’s up! Oh! He’s so cute, I’m quite spuschig, if only I think of him! “ Then two hijab girls entered the hall and after a detailed greeting, I followed them to the screened women’s block. Quickly I became friends with the women and tried out Muslim clothes. They gave her a long, voluminous gray skirt, a shoulder-long Hijaab and gave me a German Koran. Already at 20:00 Roger called to bring me back home. I had to wait angrily in the lobby for more than half an hour for him. But when he finally came, my anger was gone when I saw him. “You look really modest in these new clothes. I like it a lot. “I flushed and asked,” Do you want me to wear it all the time? “” That would be nice, but it would cause too much attention. Let’s just keep our secret. I do not want anyone to hear about today. Nobody hear you! Also not Hanna! Go get changed now, I would like to bring you home to you as you were! “He commanded me. I quickly ran back to the women’s wing and was back with him in five minutes. “Sorry you had to wait,” I said submissively. “I want to be asked next time, before you do anything stupid, understand!” “Yes, Roger. As you wish, “I said and silently walked three paces behind him. When I arrived at home, he said: “It was a nice evening. I will repeat it soon. But now go in and stay home. I do not like it when you’re out there. The place of the woman is in the house! “I only heard ‘nice evening’ and ‘repeat’. I took his hand kissed her and touched her bowingly with my forehead. “I want to do everything you say,” I said with dedication and went happily into the house.

When I entered my apartment, I already smelled the schnapps. As always, the whole apartment of mother’s cigarette was smoke. I quickly turned on the light and opened all the windows. My mother was sitting in the living room, watching some crap on the TV again, holding a cigarette in her left hand and a whiskey in her right. Since dad’s death two years ago, she had transformed herself from a once-happy and attractive woman into an unkempt wreck. I thought of Roger’s mother and how friendly and clean it was. Sadly, I went to my room and read the Koran for the first time in my life. It was getting late, so I made myself bed and then read on. I did not realize a few places, they had no relation to the present time, but I read other places with interest, they answered my problems. So I fell asleep and dreamed my first veiling room.

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