As I walked out of the library I smiled. Im excited to see Zabea and I am more ready to make food for the two of us this dinner.
I know that Zabea and I aren't that deep yet but I am hoping that she will open up to me about her and I really want to see her face.
I already touched her body, I already knew her name, I already knew other details about her but there was one more thing that I wanted to see before I left this place.
I want to see her face, I want to treasure her. Zabea is not one of the women I leave only after I am satisfied with having sex. Zabea is something more and she is very special to me even though we have only been friends for three days.
I pushed the door knob and tried to open it but it was locked. I was surprised but I ignored it and took the key that was in the pocket of my pants.
When I opened the door I looked around, I could not feel anyone inside so I put down the paper I was carrying and walked around the room.
No one was here and wondered because Zabea was not in the room.
I lowered my pencil to the side table and began to remove the buttons of my long sleeves.
When I removed it I laid it on the bed, approached my suitcase and grabbed a simple tshirt when I was suddenly nervous because of the blood stain that the white bed sheet had on the bed.
"What is this?". I asked confused. I stroked the dried blood and wondered where this blood came from.
I checked my back, my whole body to see if I had a wound to have blood on the white bedsheet but nothing.
When I remembered what happened last night I suddenly remembered Zabea. Don't tell me. Damn.
If the blood is not mine, it may be Zabea's, and when Zabea has no wounds on the body only one reason enters my mind.
I smiled for the same reason and I am hoping that my suspicion is correct, if that was the case then I am grateful.
Purity is very important, and if I am correct in my suspicion well I am lucky.
I suddenly turned to the door because of the knock, I smiled because I knew Zabea was coming in but guess I am wrong.
"Good afternoon Mr. Ferderico, Miss Zabea left with the Sultana, and she instructed me to have dinner ready for you". She bowed.
I stared at the bedsheet and covered the blood stain. My connection with Zabea should be just a secret and this handmaiden might suspect me when she sees the blood stain.
“Can I know where they go?”. I asked her.
"They went to Cairo to accompany the Sultana". She said politely. I nodded and scratched my neck.
"What time will they be back?". I asked her again. Earlier I was happy because I thought Zabea would accompany me to tour the Palace.
"I don't know Mr. Ferderico but don't worry, I can prepare and follow all your orders". I looked at the bed and shook.
"I don't have anything to order because I can do everything here, and I want to cook for myself". I said to her.
"But the Sultana told me I shouldn't let you-". I interrupted what she was saying and spoke.
"I'm okay Miss. I can take care of myself. I'll just call you if I need anything". I said. She nodded at me and started walking towards the door.
I smiled at her one more time and closed the door. I went over there and locked up. I had to clean that blood stain before another handmaid could see.
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Meeting The Sultana [Prt.1 COMPLETED]
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