I dropped the car at a car park and called my father's PRO to come and collect me. I waited for twenty minutes and when I called him he was still at the office, i was so frustrated because I could not risk driving my car , so I called a friend and he came to pick me up within ten minutes. I briefed him of what happened and he told me that it would not be safe to return home and decided to take me to his house . I called my parents who were in Lebanon attending a friend's wedding. My mother was very shocked and scared and she wanted to get on the next flight back. I calmed her down and told her not to worry and that i would be fine. I called my boss and took emergency leave. For two weeks I was a fugitive on the run. I did not go home to see my daughter nor go to work. I was very worried that the police would come to take my precious daughter. I regurlaly called my sisters to check on Tamara.
When my parents came back they convinced me to hand over Tamara and go back to work. I agreed to resume work but wanted to fight for Tamara in the courts. I borrowed a friend's car to go to work so as to be incognito. On the third day at work, sitting on my desk I saw two unfamiliar local guys walking towards me, immediately I knew who they were but it was too late to run. They introduced themselves and asked me to go with them to the station . I called my father to tell him what was going on and I went with them. Upon arrival at the police station,I was told to hand over the baby and I would be released. I was as stubborn as a mule and totally refused I was prepared to stay inside.
My parents and friends were unhappy with my decision and they gave up and went back home. I was put in a cell with three other inmates, each one was there for a different reason and I spent the night chatting with my cell mates. One was in for being drunk, one for a bounced check and the other had multiple charges. After a sleepless night having missed the comfort of my bed, i decided to hand over Tamara. Sara was called to pick up Tamara and we signed documents of handing over the baby and I was released. My family was very excited to see me out. I looked like a real fugitive,dirty and unshaven . I went to shave, took a hot shower and changed into a clean kandora. It was a relief to be home.
Now, I could not forgive Sara , we were at war. I wondered what had happened to our love,the passionate love we had for each other. Was love a passing phase? Short lived,or was it-infatuation or just pure lust? Nobody could do what Sara did to the person she professed to love and the father of her child. Now I was planning my strategy and as advised hired a lawyer. My parents did not have to say it but I could read their minds. They wanted to say "Didn't we tell you not to marry that girl." I was ashamed to look at them. They had not wanted me me to marry Sara and what they feared most, has now happened. How will I get over this? When will I see my Tamara? My head was spinning , everything erupted so suddenly like a volcano. My life was spinning out of control, it was just incredible.
