Lovely Concubine

by Misha Anderson

What is Mohamed's interest in inciting me to take revenge on the Hassans? I recklessly deny hearing him speak so many stupid things, whom he wants to protect, is it Armed, Sapphira’s father? Armed is Mohamed's uncle, does he want to protect him?

  -No way, I resumed the investigation on the attack and look what I have discovered? The Hassans were never involved in this crime, someone tried to use sheikh Karim’s name to cover up the actual principal of the attack. The order of the attack originated here, in Bahrain, the bastard who killed my family, is probably here today in this palace, eating and drinking with me, while he betrays me behind my back. But I assure you, Mohamed, I will not be merciful with this demon, as soon as I have evidence of who betrayed me in this way, I will apply the same pain more to the worm. He will be stoned in a public square to death, trust my word, Mohamed.

  Pallid, frightened, just as I thought, if it wasn’t Mohamed himself, he certainly knows who is the mastermind of the bombing. I will send Jafar to investigate him, to follow his every step day and night, until he can catch him.

  After our wedding party, I cuddle my halawi in my arms, she sleeps like an angel, lying in our aircraft’s suite.

  We are on our way to Greece, where we will spend our honeymoon.

  After a long journey, we landed in Athens and then in Santorini, a paradise island on south Aegean Sea.

  Bianca is astonished at the depth of the Aegean blue and I say it to her like a fool:

  -Funny, when I looked into your eyes, that's exactly what I thought: the blue tone of your eyes is the same as the Aegean. After I saw you lying in that bed, scared, but still, so beautiful, I had no doubts ... I knew I would not have peace, until I had you, in my arms.

  We arrived at Villa Tarif, a small private paradise that we have here in Greece. The large white house with its blue roof rises majestically amid a hill surrounded by palm trees.

  We entered the house and went straight to the kitchen, there I introduced Bianca to the staff, Cora, Selene and Nicolas.

  -This is my wife, Queen Bianca Tarif.

  Cora greeted Bianca in English, sympathetically.

  -It's a pleasure to meet you, Queen Bianca, you are welcomed in Greece.

  Bianca thanked her, shaking hands with everyone.

  - The pleasure is mine.

  When the afternoon fell, I took Bianca to see some of the island, we visited the Red Beach, which has the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen, we had pistachio ice cream in a charming cafe in the centre of the city and before nightfall, I took her to a tavern in Fira’s centre, where we ate a grilled fish and I tasted a local distilled drink called ouzo.

  More uninhibited because of ouzo doses, I invited my halawi to take a sea bath.

  -Nahan, are you crazy? It's late and I am not even wearing bathing suit.

  -This beach is private, halawi, no one is going to bother us, and clothes, for what? Come, Lady Tarif, your man is waiting for you.

  I took off the loafers, the shorts and the T-shirt, Bianca looked at that vast sea and began to undress, both of us laughing like two fools.

  As soon as we got naked, I took her in my lap and she gave a little shriek of fright.

  - Nahan, put me down,I look like a child!

  -No, I'll just let you go when we get to the water, halawi.

  The temperature of the water was delicious, soothing, when I pulled her from my lap, I wrapped her legs around my waist, enjoying the heady feel of her soft body glued to mine, her now larger, rounder, squeezed breasts. My chest, our sexes rubbing, ah! delicious...

  Bianca pulled at my hair and caught my mouth, demanding, provocative, licking the cleft of my lips, nibbling them.

  -Halawi, you're so hot, ah! Bianca, I never tire of trying the taste of your skin, sucking on your soft little tits, give me that mouth love, let me get lost in you.

  She rolled onto my lap, brushing her vaginal lips against my cock. I was already aroused, uncomfortably hard. I lifted her body and carried my cock to her tight pussy, penetrating her in one swoop. I dug my fingers into her hips, bringing her small, hot pussy against my cock. Striking it so many, many times, until we got orgasmed intense, wildely. And, every other day of our honeymoon, as soon as we finish our magical nights, loving each other without haste and without time notion.

  CHAPTER 29

  QUEEN BIANCA TARIF

  My honeymoon with Nahan was wonderful, a dream, but unfortunately, every dream ends. We returned the day before yesterday from Greece and we barely stepped in Bahrain, a series of demonstrations led by leftist political groups began to pop up in Manama and some surrounding cities. Nahan arrived late to our house yesterday, bound to endless meetings to plan the best way to be followed in this delicate moment of the country's politics. Sayd came to visit Nahan earlier and locked himself with him and Jafar, leaving before dinner. The content of the conversation, apparently, must have been awful, because when Nahan left the office, his face was shaken with concern.

  Nahan now argues in the hallway with Jafar and I can hear them disagreeing over the decision to arrest Armed.

  -Once again, you're behaving hastily, what are the concrete facts you have for arresting Armed? Sayd's suspicions? His idea of ​​getting a wiretap is valid, but I think that should apply to both him and Mohamed as well.

  Nahan says angry:

  -You're defending him because he's Sapphira's father, didn’t you hear what Sayd told us? He has been sneaking around with the pro-republic movement of Sitra, for me this is enough to accuse him of conspiring against my reign.

  Jafar complained and stalked, saying to Nahan:

  -So, what are you asking me for, aren’t you the king? So, do what you think is best, then don’t complain if you find out you're doing shit again.

  -See how you talk to me, I'm your cousin, you idiot.

  I sit in the living room trying to read a book, watching Jafar climb the stairs faster than lightning. Nahan sits next to me and strokes my feet on the couch, grumbling:

  -You saw how he treated me, as if I were an idiot, I'd arrest Armed myself today, but I'll do what Jafar said, I'll investigate all three: Armed, Sayd, and Mohamed, I don’t want to be accused of acting with injustice.

  Thurayya comes into the room, fumbling and tense, complaining with Nahan:

  -Are you still like this? With that messy face from yesterday, go take a shower, sheikh Karim comes to dinner with us.

  I disguise the look, thinking that the visit of sheikh Karim is very suspicious, will he and Thurayya? Umm, I do not know ... At breakfast that morning, they were both very strange, he was all smiling, looking around, if Nahan and Jafar suspect that they are having an affair, it is certain that a scandal will start. Nahan seems to think the same as me and questions Thurayya about the coming of sheikh Karim.

  -Didn’t he come to Qatar two weeks ago? And you're back? What did he lose here in Bahrain, Thura?

  Apparently, he did not lose, he thought ... Thurayya. Ih! This will roll.

  -He needs to talk to you and Jafar and asked me to make dinner, now can you please take a shower and improve that face, Nahan?

  Nahan got up grunting like Thurayya, I think the coexistence made them look very much alike: two short-tempered mumbled mates, but with a huge heart.

  Half an hour later, sheikh Karim Omar arrived at the palace and asked me where Thura was, I told him she was in the kitchen and he followed behind her.

  THURAYYA ABDUL

  - Zahrati? (My flower)

  Karim came into my kitchen and like all other times, my old heart beats like an uncontrollable bass drum.

  - Hi, Karim, are you here yet?

  -Yes, I wanted to see you soon, I'm anxious.

  Allah! Why does he tell me these things? I was wrong not to have resisted during those days, but the longing was too much, the desire, the anger, I wanted this man so much and looking at his face wrinkled by the time, I still want him, because I feel like this after all those years?

  -I came to talk to the boys, Thura.


  I interrupted him when he tried to kiss me, but I was not so strong, his arms still strong around my waist, I closed my eyes and time ceaselessly stopped so that I tasted his mouth once more on mine. I unravel with difficulty and deny, tried to bring Karim to reason.

  -Please give me some time so I can explain to them calmly, the country is in a state of dust, you can get closer to them today and then come back another day to talk about it.

  Karim clapped his fist on the table, irritated.

  -No. Thurayya, don’t you see I've waited too long? We've both waited too long Thurayya, a whole life, separated. How much longer will you tell your child that you are his aunt? Do you know how long life is? For I do not know, I do not want to die without telling Nahan and Jafar that they are my children.

  -Thura, what does that mean?

  Nahan's hoarse, icy voice bursts behind us. Karim and I looked at each other and Nahan entered the kitchen, accompanied by Jafar. They both stare at me, Nahan standing in front of Karim with clenched fists and for a moment I fear what might happen, then they move away and I throw my anesthetized body in the chair, covering my face so they do not see me cry .

  - My Zahrati, don’t cry, Thurayya, please, talk to me, one hour they would find out, if Allah wanted it to be now, so be it.

  Jafar sits by my side, his voice is a fragile, desolate sigh:

  -Mom, did I hear right, is this true? Are you Nahan's mother and he's my father?

  I assert, nodding, not having the courage to verbalize the truth, covering my eyes with my hands, tears streaming down my face.

  Nahan shouts at me, his voice shaken with anger:

  - Thurayya, take your hand off your face and face me, tell me looking at me that this is true.

  Karim shouts louder at Nahan:

  -Do not yell at her, Nahan.

  Nahan returns the outrage, answering with irony:

  -And if I yell at her what you're going to do," Daddy, "will you turn me upside down and slap my ass? Don’t you think it's too late for that?

  Karim stopped in front of Nahan, racking his chest furiously.

  -It's never too late to teach a son how to behave with his mother.

  I take my hand slowly from the face and my eyes stare at Nahan's, in his gaze I only see disappointment, helplessness.

  I scream and shout again, until I get hoarse:

  - Enough! Enough! I can’t stand this whole lie anymore! I can’t take it anymore!!!

  - Zahrati, stay calm. Karim holds my hand, trying to reassure me.

  Jafar continues with his head bowed, as if he did not believe and Nahan walks about like a wounded lion.

  I speak loudly:

  - Nahan feels it.

  Nahan rages:

  -I'd rather stand.

  I get up in a flash, pick up the broom behind the door and give him a single blow on the legs.

  -I told you to sit down, you're too old for tantrums.

  He sat up in a fright and continued to stare at me angrily, I sat down beside him, took a deep breath and told them the truth, from the day me, Karim and Abdullah met at that Christmas party in Qatar, Until the day Abdullah and Yasira took him from my arms as soon as he was born.

  -Abdullah always courted me. Ever since he met me, he wanted to marry me, but Yasira was my older sister, Dad would not let him take me as his wife. So, he had to marry Yasira. But he was never content that I did not love him, so when I came back pregnant from Qatar and asked to be housed here in the palace, he and Yasira accepted, on the condition that I would give up my baby, for our kingdom could not remain Without a crown prince. Yasira left the village for months, saying that her pregnancy was risky. We just didn’t tell that I was pregnant with twins, Abdullah and Yasira were furious to know that they were two children and not just one. So, they got a husband for me to agree to raise my son, they allowed me to raise Jafar and they took you from me, Nahan. As soon as you were born, they presented you to the people as the heir of the king. Yasira was a difficult person, had no maternal gift, she accepted me to take care of your education. The agreement we made was that I could always stand by your side and be your milkmaid, but that I could never reveal to you that you were my son. And so I did, I preferred to stay close to what I missed for good. I fed you with my milk, I have raised you as my nephew, until you became a man.

  Jafar broke the silence, asking Karim,

  -Why did not you not come after Mom?

  Karim replied bitterly:

  - Abdullah sought me out and told me that your mother was pregnant with him, and that she had agreed to be his concubine. He made me promise that I would never seek her again, we got together again, but Thurayya never told me that I was your father. I found out on that day of the horse race, you were refreshing, shirtless and I saw the birthmark you have, it's just like mine. Then I put the things head to head and Thurayya confirmed to me that my suspicions were true, you and Nahan are my children. I asked Thurayya to arrange this dinner because I want to formalize my relationship with your mother, I want to ask Thurayya's hand from the two of you.

  Marriage? Is he insane? What do you mean, he's already married, does he want me to be his second wife? Always the second, I do not know if I want this for myself.

  Jafar seemed to guess my thoughts, he protested,

  -As far as I know you're married, do you want Mama to be your second wife?

  Karim denied saying,

  -No, I could still be married and take Thurayya as my second wife, but I can’t live with Farah anymore, not after everything she's done in my life, during those days I've been in Qatar, I've officialized My divorce with her, once the documentation is signed, I want to marry your mother.

  Nahan stood up in confusion and irritation, looking at us both, saying,

  -I'm sorry, but it's hard to digest this, I can’t pretend that nothing happened and pose with you in that beautiful happy family picture, I do not even know what should I call you, if I call you, sir, aunt, daddy, mama, dear, ah! This is too much for me, my life is a fraud, a lie. Excuse me, please.

  Nahan left the kitchen and Jafar got up, apologized, and left soon after.

  I filled the pots with the food I had made for our dinner and said to Karim,

  - I go to my room, I want to be alone, I just wanted to have a happy dinner next to my children, it seems that nothing I do is right.

  Karim sat in the kitchen, alone with his thoughts.

  NAHAN

  I climb the stairs two steps and Bianca comes after me, wondering what happened, as soon as the door of our room closes, I ask her to sit on the bed and throw at once that mess that Thurayya and Karim made in my life.

  She listens to me in silence and at last reprimands me with annoyance.

  Angry with me? Why is she annoyed with me? Wait, I have reason to be angry!

  -Nahan, I understand your shock, your anger at believing in a lie, but you're behaving like a five-year-old. Please, put yourself in Thura's place, she did wrong, but all she wanted was to be able to give you a roof, to educate you, she was a girl, she was completely alone, pregnant with two children, what would you do in her place? She had no support from anyone, either her sister or her brother-in-law, even Karim, even though he did not know it, also left her to her fate. Now tell me, do you think you love less Thurayya because she is your mother and not your aunt? Did she let you miss love? Even being your aunt, your milkmaid, who has always been by your side, defending you tooth and nail, would you pick Yasira or Thurayya?

  Hell, I can’t even talk to my wife without being interrupted, they are knocking on the door, I finish talking to Bianca and when I answer the door, I see that it is Karim and Jafar.

  Jafar pulls me out of the room and will not let me speak, saying,

  -I don’t care if you're my cousin or my brother, I will not accept you treating my mother like that, if you don’t want me and her to continue in your palace, just tell me now.

  -Hey, wait there, Jafar, you don’t have to thicken, I never told you to leave,
so I think you'd better respect me, because even with this whole story, I'm still older than you, remember that I I was born first.

  -Just a few minutes before me, you idiot.

  Karim spoke angrily:

  - Enough! How old are you both? Three years? Thurayya is crying, locked in the room and apparently will not leave soon enough, do you think it’s fair that she prepared this dinner with all the affection, so that you spoil everything like that?

  -What do you want me to do, hell?

  "I suggest you get her out of that room, I'm not going back to Qatar without a response to my request for a marriage.

  Jafar knocked on the door and nothing of Thurayya opening, I took the lead and shouted for her to hear me from the room:

  -Thurayya, open the door, will you make me stay hungry? Bianca so far has not had dinner, will you leave your grandson hungry too?

  The door opened and Thurayya quietly stepped out of the room into the kitchen, the four of us followed her down the hall.

  Fatimah and Nair had finished clearing the dinner table, Thura sat down and Karim sat down beside her.

  He took a plate and served each dish, delivering it to Thurayya.

  -Eat, Zahrati. (my flower)

  We all served and ate in a comfortable silence, Bianca smiled at Thurayya to support her.

  Karim and Thura talked whispering, Bianca held my hand in encouragement to speak, so I took the time to make a proposal to Jafar that I had already intended to put into practice for some time.

  -Jafar, now more than ever, after all we've found out today, I think we need to stay strong together. I want you to accept the position of prime minister of my government.

  Jafar was silent, astonished by my invitation, then said grimly:

  -I've always been a man of action, I don’t know if I could help you with those political issues, Nahan.

  -Yes, you might, I need my family at my side, there is no one I can trust more than you, Jafar.

  Jafar smiled, envious of my words.

  -So, if you think I can be helpful and help you, yes, I will.

  Jafar and I continued to talk about the last events of yesterday, until Karim interrupted us, asking,

  -Nahan, Jafar, I'm waiting, will you or will you not you give me your mother's hand in marriage?