The Moon And His Star

Boat Ride

Jamila was sat on a boat with Marc who sat opposite her. Layla had decided to stay back with luna. She knew both husband and wife needed time together even though she was slightly angry at Marc.

Besides luna was just a child and didn't need to be involved in the serious issues that were happening right now.

Their was a wedding happening on the boat that they were on and Jamila watched as the party guests were dancing and enjoying themselves.

Then a woman ulvulated. It was noise made by the mouth and throat and was traditional in many cultures. "I haven't heard that sound since... Since our wedding." Marc said looking at the woman then back at Jamila as they both chuckled.

Jamila glanced out at the water. As Marc spoke up.

"So, this Mogart guy. He's really gonna have his sarcophagus?" Marc brought up what layla told them. "Yes. Layla asked around." Jamila replied. "Mogart's collection is prime gossip for those who deal in antiques." Jamila continued.

Suddenly a woman who was dancing walked up to Jamila and called her over. Jamila shyed away but the woman insisted and grabbed her arm.

Jamila walked with the woman as she glanced back at Marc who began clapping along with the music and grinned widely.

Jamila joined the party and danced away before going back to Marc. She was so dizzy as she tried to sit besides him, but instead fell on his lap and giggled.

Marc held her tightly and kissed her head. "Marc?" She said. "Hmmm." Marc hummed in response. "Why did you do it Marc. Why did you make me forget everything? All that we had. All that we shared." She questioned.

Marc sighed quietly. "Im sorry." Was all he said.

Jamila looked up at him slowly. "Marc no matter what i have always wanted you. I will always want you. You don't have to take desperate measures just to make me happy. Im happy enough with you." She said as she held on to him.

"Three years. Three years Marc. I didnt know who my baby's father was. No matter how hard i tried to remember i just couldn't. Three years we spent apart. Didn't you think about us?" She questioned.

"Of course i did." Marc replied.

"Then why didn't you come to us sooner? I would put up with every Egyptian god if it means you'd be with me every step of the way." She told him.

This time Marc didn't reply but held her hand and lifted it up to her lips. He placed a gentle kiss and made sure her hand remained on his lips.

Jamila sat up and sat beside him. As she saw the boat near the land. "We're here." She said. "Remember you're name is Rufino Estrada. And we just got back from our honeymoon in the maldives." Jamila told him as they got off the boat.

"That's an interesting little detail to give to them." Marc said following after her.

"I could tell them you worked at a gift shop, but they'd never believe me, would they?" Jamila retorted as she smirked.

Suddenly a guard came infront of them as they arrived to the place. "Bek?" Jamila questioned. "You're Jamila? Layla's cousin?" He asked. Jamila nodded at him.

"Yea she told me about you. Well described you to me. I wasn't sure if it was actually you though. So i just thought I'd call out you're name and find out if you really were Bek." Jamila rambled on before Marc nudged her a little.

"Sorry." Jamila muttered as Bek raised an eyebrow at them. "Right this way." He guided them inside as they followed behind him.

"What was that all about?" Marc asked. "I talk a lot when i get nervous sometimes." Jamila explained to him.

"Oh i know. But you had stopped doing that last i remembered." Marc told her.

"Maybe you wiping my memory may have triggered it again" Jamila didn't mean for it to come out harshly. But it still stung Marc a little.

"He's been looking forward to meeting you." Bek interrupted them. "After Layla talked about you he had much to say." Bek said.

"Excuse me for a moment. Mr Mogart will be with you shortly." Bek said before walking away. Leaving the two alone.

"So what? This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?" Marc said a little jealous. He wanted to know what layla had told Mogart and what Mogart wanted from his wife.

"No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard." Jamila replied back as she watched Mogart come towards them on his horse.

"Cool. I like the robe." Marc said as Mogart got off his horse and walked up to them.

"Jamila?" Mogart questioned as he pointed to her. Jamila nodded and smiled. "You're even more beautiful than layla described you." He said as he took her hand and kissed it.

The very same hand Marc had kissed.

"Goddamn it who the hell does he think he is touching her like that? Disgusting." Steven commented.

Marc said nothing but clenched his hands into fists.

Jamila cleared her throat as she slowly moved her hand and smiled politely. "How are you mademoiselle?" Mogart asked her completely ignoring Marc.

"G-good. Im doing good. Thank you for having us over on such short notice." Jamila thanked him.

Mogart smiled and stared at her making her slightly uncomfortable. "This is my husband, Rufino." Jamila gestured to her side as Mogart finally looked at Marc.

Jamila shuffled closer to Marcs side as a sense of protection. Marc gladly wrapped an arm around her.

"Nice to meet you." Marc said bitterly. "Pleasure." Mogart had retorted back.

"I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me." Mogart said as he turned to the display. Both Jamila and Marc followed his gaze.

"Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously. A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?" Mogart asked Jamila.

"Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation." Jamila told him. Marc eyed them both.

"Now, if I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?" Mogart asked them. "Oh, actually, our purchases are-" Jamila was about to reply when Mogart interrupted her.

"I'm sorry. I'd like to hear from your husband, if you don't mind." He said eyeing Marc.

Finally they had talked Mogart into letting them both take a closer look at the display. "Please, just let Steven out before you blow this." Jamila pleaded with Marc.

"Not a chance. What do you see?" Marc asked.

"A soon to be divorced man if he keeps up with the attitude." Jamila snapped back. Marc's eyes widened, but Jamila continued. "the burial practices are in line with the Studenwachen texts." As they both looked at the display.

"The what?" Marc asked. "It's legit." Jamila confirmed.

Both husband and wife talked, but couldn't figure out what the drawings and writing meant. Until Steven had spoken. "Will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven. Please Just keep him occupied." Marc said to Jamila as he glared at Mogart who was looking at them.