Scheherazade

Chapter 7

Scheherazade walked back home later in the evening. She's holding a book from China. A series of Chinese romance she really like. Oh, I really love this place! The people are nice and kind, the children are so playful. She laughed to herself.

When she arrived on that beautiful palace, Syahrar is still working on something. She knocked and smiled. "Sultan! Today I--"

"Leave." Syahrar cut her sentence harshly. Scheherazade was shocked.

"I-I will, Sultan." She nodded and took a step back, angry. If we're in Italy I would have slapped that cruel man! One day he's kind and nice, the next day he's so cold.

She stomped her way back to her room. Then she realize that something might have happened while she was away. Maybe it's something about his job. How pathetic am I? I should have know that he is busy. That's all. He will come here tonight and explain to me what happened.

She waited till the sun rose, but Syahrar didn't come to her that night. Scheherazade is confused. She keep telling herself that he was busy working. But she thought of something else too. That maybe, Syahrar is bored at her and decided to kill her today. She was afraid and couldn't sleep so she walked out and found Syahrar is sleeping on his office. She unconciously smiled. His sleeping face is a mirror of an angel.

She moved closer and stroked his hair. People rarely do it here but in the west it's something very calming. Michael really love her hair and he oftenly mess it around. She always pretend that she hate it. But now, she miss his big warm hand that caresses her cheek.

"Fatima..." Syahrar mumbled.

Her hand stopped. Something invisible stabbed her heart. Rather than hurting her, it made her angry. "Ishh." She hissed and left the room. Her heart stings.

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"Fatima, I have to go to Sena city. There's some problem there." I caresses her cheeks. She was my goddess. My strengh and power. My angel.

"When will you be back?" She asked with a sad expression. I used to answer her quickly and came home on time but now that I realized why she always asked. She don't want to get caught.

"I dont know yet." I said, maintaining my smile.

"Aww, so you will let me wait anxiously for you?" She pouted. Her lips are still the same. It used to make me want to kiss her but now ... thinking about how many times she kissed otherman than me, disgusted me.

I smiled and apologize. "Im sorry."

"Alright then, have a safe trip, Sultan." She smiled.

I walked out the room, her room. How could she do that to me? How could she betray me? "Fatima..." I called her in despair. "After all this years, I still can't forget you. I gave you everything you wanted, my queen." I cried out. 

I can sense someone behind me, so I turned. Scheherazade. She looked angry, or it's only my feeling? She must've seen me crying.

"Fatima, fatima. Why do you love her so much?" Her words feels very familiar.

"Scheherazade?" I called.

"Why do you love her so much?" She asked again, taking one step closer to me. Facing me face to face.

"She's very beautiful, and a good kisser. She's weak and always cling to me. When she cries I just feel wrong. Like, I shouldn't make her cry." I sighed deeply. "Unlike you, you're brave and strong. You never fail to amaze me. Everything you do is interesting but that's just not my type."

And after I said it, she cried. She cried so hard that I woke up from my dream.  It was evening when I woke. I must've worked too hard that I woke up this late. My first common sense is to call Scheherazade but I hold myself. She's probably playing outside again.

Syahrar is shocked to find Scheherazade sleeping on her room. She have a little eye bags below her eyes. Was she waiting for me? But he shook that thought away when he saw a book next to her. She's probably reading that book until she fell asleep. He smiled.

He took the book and tried to read  it, but it's inEnglish. A languange he hardly undertand. On the first page there's some letters written by Scheherazade. But he don't understand what it means.

"Two different world, Two different people. I was free and I sailed over the seven seas. You, are so demonic that I think you are not a human. But at different times, you are an angel. You are not uptight and not possesive. I dont know if it's because you never really care or that you know I would never betray you? I believe that you never really care." -Scheherazade