Malik walked into a cafe that smelt of spices and hot confectionery.
Answering the customary greetings- every one bowed a little whenever they saw him, he walked to a table where two sofas were.
Sitting on one of the was Sa'mirah, who was drinking from a teacup.
When she sighted him, she dropped the cup and frowned."Abdulmalik, what brings you here?", she asked him, her tone cold.
"What did you tell my father?", Malik asked her without preambles.
"Nothing important. I went to have a talk with the Sheik as always", Sa'mirah replied him, meeting his gaze hotly.
"I take it that you told my father that Genie threatened to kill you? That you told him you would kill yourself first before she tries it?"
"I did not tell the Sheik those words",she said, refusing to meet his gaze anymore.
Malik leaned forward, his elbows resting heavily on the table.
"I know, Sa'mirah, that you told
Genie yawned, stretching her arms out, hitting something. She turned to her side and found Malik fast asleep.Smiling, she ran her fingers down his face, tracing the stubble. How could she think of a time when she would not be waking up next to him? This was all she wanted, all that she needed.She kissed him on his forehead and was about to pull back when he grabbed her around the waist.“Oh, you’re awake?” she said, smiling.Malik pulled her closer until she was firmly nestled between his legs.
Genie yawned, stretching her arms out, hitting something. She turned to her side and found Malik fast asleep.Smiling, she ran her fingers down his face, tracing the stubble. How could she think of a time when she would not be waking up next to him? This was all she wanted, all that she needed.She kissed him on his forehead and was about to pull back when he grabbed her around the waist.“Oh, you’re awake?” she said, smiling.Malik pulled her closer until she was firmly nestled between his legs.
Genie waited for Malik to show up the next day. He had promised her a full time tour of Asmird and a day of pleasure.It would have started as soon as they woke up but he had been called by his father to the palace. As begrudged as she was, she let him be, knowing the no matter how late he returned, one sure thing was the fact that he would still be with her.Sighing in pleasure as she remembered last night's events in full graphic details, she made her way t the kitchen. She had to whip up something to eat at least. Eggs and toast sounded like a good idea to have.She walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out three eggs when she heard a voice behind her.”Fine morning, ”Startled but quick on the reflex, she turned around and threw the eggs on the person who had spoken.”I did not expect to be bathed in eggs this morning but any form of greeting is welcomed, &r
,Genie brushed the tears away as she sighed for the umpteenth time. How easily things fell apart. She had just been thinking about how she would have no choice but to leave no matter the outcome, abd here she was, packing up. Leaving.Her only regret was that she had to leave when she had fallen in love. It could have been sooner, a week or two or three after they arrived at Asmird. No, it had to be-wait, she shook her head. It was stupid to think about it, to think about love, to even think that she might have had a slim chance.Malik was not hers. Hadn’t she figured that out already? Why was she still thinking about love and him and whatever they could have had?He did not love her. Liked her, maybe , because she was likable. They had sex, yes, because she was a woman with a healthy sexual appetite. But, she had to get a grip on herself. He did not love her. He had dreams, goals, ambitions, a desire to be someplace else.She would no
Hey, you’re back?”“Yeah, I am,” Genie said to Clarissa as she walked into the dressing room.After two weeks of moping around, she figured that the best thing she could do for herself was to throw herself back into work. She could not sit around waiting for things to fall into place or a miracle to happen.That life was behind her now. Her only consolation was that it had been brief and that her brother could finish school without her worrying about his tuitions. Nothing else mattered. Not her feelings, not that memories, not Malik’s shirt she had mistakenly taken along with her. It didn’t matter too that she had haunted down every body spray that she thought would smell the same and when she did not find it, she had decided not to wash the shirt.Which, she knew was not going to give her closure but who would blame her for holding on to something? She had nothing left from their time together. He hadn’t even called her, hadn’t se
I’m sorry, but I cannot talk right-“Genie?”Genie’s sleepy eyes shot open as if she had just downed an instant pot of hot coffee.“Malik?”“Yes, it’s me,” Malik said.Sitting up in bed, Genie ran her hand through her hair and then stopped herself from looking down to see what she had worn to bed. For goodness sakes, he could not see her. Why did she even care what he thought about how she looked?“Oh…oh. You called,” she finally heard herself say“Yes, I did. I’m sorry I haven’t called since you left. It’s just that I have been busy with work and meetings my father insists are good for strong political connections.”“No, no. It’s fine, it’s okay. I get how busy you are. I mean, I know how busy things can get with your father, “ Genie answered.“Yeah, you do,” Malik said softly. “How are you?” he asked.“Great
Genie drove into the parking garage, the tires of her car screeching. Anyone who could look through her windows would wonder why there was big scowl on her face.Truth was, Genie didn’t know if to be sad or pissed. Neither on its own would be justified and the two emotions together made her feel like a bull who just saw a big red flag.Why wasn’t her sadness justified? Well, she missed her own car. Her old slow, grumpy car. It felt as if a part of her had been towed away to the junkyard. But it was not justifiable because she had this Mercedes that rode like a charm. She couldn’t complain about the change in cars when she had this black shiny beauty.And why was she angry? At the intersection, when there was a red light, a young boy, barely house broken, had been in a similar Mercedes. Just before the light had turned green, he had winked at her, and driven off. Leaving her way behind.What was the purpose of owning such a gem
“I’d have to admit, brother. Being moody sure suits you. Broody and dark with a perpetual scowl on your face,” Zayed said, walking into Malik’s office.“Ah, the runaway child. What do you want this time? Some money? I’ll give you if you’ll get out of my hair,”Malik replied with unveiled sarcasm.“Not in the least bit happy to see your brother? That’s cold.”“Why are you back? You should have stayed in whatever place you went to.”“A man is entitled to getting bored after a while, isn’t he? That’s why I’m back. I got so bored it was time to go,” Zayed explained.“And Asmird is the place for entertainment, is it?” Malik asked.“Well, if there is one thing I know, it’s that there is always something to talk about. This time around it’s the fineee going round that father wants to marry you off. Is that true?”Malik sighed.“He says if I cannot find a bride in six
“You don’t get to demand a boy,” Moonbeam crossed her hands over her obvious bulge.“Your daughter is enough trouble. I need a boy to soothe her wild spirit,” Zayed protested.“She takes after you, don’t you see? So, it’s your headache to deal with. I’ve done my part,” Moonbeam retorted.“When he-“He? You don’t get to tell me what gender I’m pushing out of my stomach. Hmph!” Moonbeam stamped her foot on the ground.“Wait till you see how much havoc two children can wreck around the house,” Malik cut in.“A lot,” Genie added.They were all seated outside the house she and Zayed had gotten soon after they got married. Genie had given birth the day after the wedding to twins- a boy and a girl. Zayed joked that it should have been Moonbeam, since he was the twin not his brother.Star, on the other hand, had turned out to be a wild cat. Mischief gleamed
Months later…Zayed stood, waiting for her. How many nights had he unconsciously wished for today? How many days had he hoped that this fantasy would one day be his?Even as he knew that today belonged to him, he still could not believe his luck. Somehow, somewhere fate had smiled on him and deemed him worthy enough to share his life with the most amazing woman he had ever met.If wishes were horses…he was a lucky rider.He pinched himself again, to be sure that this wasn’t a reoccurring dream. Reality couldn’t be this beautiful, could it?He looked to the congregation; his mother- even though she could not recognize him, his father- he had somehow over the past months learnt to put his hurt behind him and reach for the things that were beautiful and fulfilling. She had been beside him all the way, showing him that he could trust in her, that she was here to stay with him.
The trio, Moonbeam watched, glared at him as if he had suddenly sprouted horns.“You re sorry?” Zayed was the first to respond, anger overshadowing the hurt in his voice.“The fuck you mean by you are sorry?” Malik followed, his fingers clenched.“Sorry?” Latifah’s voice was low but menacing.“I’m sorry,” he raised his feeble hands and dropped them. “I’m sorry I did all those bad things to you. I’m sorry I never loved you three in the way that you wanted me to.”Zayed wanted to jump to stand but Moonbeam held his hand tight, restraining him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, telling him that she was beside him- she was here.“Sorry that you did not treat us the way we wanted? How about the way a father is supposed to treat his children?!”“I t
“Hey, daddy,” Moonbeam kisses him on the lips when she walked into his office.“Hey, pretty,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her close.“You smell nice,” she told him, sniffing him and smiling in approval.“And you taste like chocolates,” Zayed said.“Guilty. I’ve been eating lots and lots of it. Suddenly developed this craving and I can’t stop it,” she said, taking the chair in front of his desk.“Well, you have enough sugar to keep you going. Adding chocolate increases your risk of diabetes,” Zayed told her.She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.“Oh? Where is the sugar coming from?“Me,” he pointed at himself. “I’m enough sugar to give you the sugar high you need.”Moonbeam stood up and walked around to stand behind him. Bending, she wrapped her hands around his shoulder and slid them down his neck.“But I
Zayed held her hand as they walked into the house his brother and Genie had just entered. He had a million questions but right now, he was content. Her hand in his, a promise to give it one more shot made him happy.He had known that he wanted something more with her but he had no idea how happy it would make him. And this, this was more than he expected.He wanted to tell her how happy she made him feel, how she made the world feel alright but he knew that he had to take it slow. He could tell that she still held her fears in her other hand- her fingers lightly closed into a fist.So, if he had to take months, more to show her that he was serious about the way he felt for her, he would do it. Show her that she had someone who was willing to care for her, protect her.Zayed looked at her and she smiled at him. That single act alone made his heart skip and he, in that moment realized something. He was in love with
Moonbeam knew that something was up but she said nothing. It was so obvious that she decided not to comment on it. The impromptu trip, the insistent on taking her daughter along with them, leaving her along with Zayed for the duration of the two hour trip , it all spelt setup.But she wasn’t about to call it out.“So, any ideas on where we are headed?” She asked Zayed whose hands were on the steering.“Nope. I was roped into this just the same way you were,” Zayed said, eyes on the road.“And you did not ask? That’s very unusual for you, Zayed,” Moonbeam insisted.“I did but Genie would not tell me anything. And Malik says it’s best to trust her,” Zayed said a little curtly.“Fine,” Moonbeam said, leaning back. He did not want to talk and she wasn’t ready to get the words out of his mouth. Not when she knew exactly what was going on.But what she did not know was how he felt towards it.
Zayed looked up, as his brother walked in, a scowl on his face.“Why do you look like someone spat in your bean curd?” Malik asked.Zayed shook his head.“Where did you get that line from?”“Mulan. A cartoon. But that’s not the point. Why do you look gloomy and sad?”“I’m not,” Zayed argued even though he knew his expression betrayed him.“Yes, you do. You’ve been one grouchy bear all week.”Zayed knew better than to argue. Arguing only meant that his brother was right and he was trying to deny. He had learnt this a long time ago. So he said nothing and waited for what he knew would follow.“Did you have a fight with Moonbeam?”Aha. He knew his brother had been itching all week to ask but did not know how to go about it. A
“I’m telling you, she was completely unhinged, crazy, every word you can use to describe someone off the hook,” Genie said, laughing.“I wonder what he saw in her,” Malik added.“I don’t have to point it out to you that our father had really poor taste when it came to judging characters. He thought his own father did the right thing by him. It’s a wonder he stayed sane for so long,” Zayed chipped in.Moonbeam watched the interaction with interest. Even if she had nothing to say.“She said I wanted to kill her. You would have thought that with the way she looked at me each time we met, your father would have believed me instead,” Genie said.“The old man was probably getting something from her,” Zayed said, chuckling.“Please. I do not want to picture him doing that. Ever
Moonbeam walked into the mall, her thoughts far away. It was the weekend and she had to do some shopping to replenish the groceries at Zayed’s place.She had been there for two days now- his persuasion and the obvious fact that it was spacious enough for Star, who was getting better to walk around.She was deep in thoughts, not concentrating when she bumped into someone, her bag falling. Bending down, she picked it, straightening up with an apology on her face when she saw the face of the person she bumped into.She groaned internally, cursing her bad luck. Was her life about to become one of those movies where you start to get your life back together and the past hits you smack dab in the face?“Moon,” he said.“Ben,” she bristled.“It’s been ages,” he said, smiling.Moonbeam wished she could wear