• M a k t u b : Spirit of the desert • [ Taekook ]

1. Jungkook, promise

May 2001
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As soon as the door opened, Jungkook entered the rich luxurious house. His shoes tapped on the colorful marble tiles, while his gaze remained riveted on the small fountain in the middle of the hall.

Although he was a regular guest in that house, he was always amazed by the beauty of that small fountain from which the water flowed into a small marble trough filled with fragrant petals of the rose.

In the flowerly corners of the hall there were small metal tables with lanterns shining on them. And next to each table rested comfortable stools.

The servant was greeted a young man as expected, leading him to the main salon where Mr. Muhammad was waiting for him with his four wives.

Jungkook settled comfortably across from the master of the house, who greeted him with a gentle smile of welcome.

Even though Jungkook was of a different religion and a different nationality, he fit perfectly into the overall atmosphere that Marrakesh gave off.

The blue roofs of small houses and the fragrant notes of the most delicious spices became an inspiration for such a lost soul.

Jungkook found himself in such an environment.

Therefore, even Mr. Muhammad didn't mind as long as he respected their traditions and their values.

In addition to the rich company he ran in this African country, he was able to offer impeccable manners and unprecedented charm, which overshadowed everyone, even the very man who often invited him to his home.

- Welcome, boy, make yourself comfortable and sit down. - the man said and then he pointed with his hand at the entire assortment of different dried fruits that were beautifully displayed in front of the man.

Jungkook took the hot tea in his hand while he chose a dried date palm with the other. As soon as he sipped and ate the sweet, he nodded towards the man who he respected very much.

Mr. Muhammad was a 50-year-old man whose look showed severity, and he was also one of the richest people, not only in Marrakesh but in the whole country.

He acquired wealth in his youth and it only accumulated in the years to come. That man could afford four women whom he looked after and cared for immeasurably as if they were made of the most delicate material.

From his first marriage, he had a son and a daughter.

Mehmed, his son, mostly lived in Brazil where he continued the family business tradition and rarely returned to his native country. Muhammad often spoke of him as his pride and often wrote to his granddaughters. Mehmed was a real example of a real man and Muhammad often compared him to Jungkook himself.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Muhammad's greatest pride was his daughter.

Nadira, as her name suggests, was indeed excellent. A really beautiful jewel that needed care. Her beauty was talked about even in her early youth.

When she put on hijab for the first time as a teenager girl, many local men started knocking on the door of the palace to ask for her hand in marriage, but no one managed to cross the threshold of the Mr. Muhammad's house.

Years passed, and Muhammad softened a bit, but Nadira became too picky.

For months she begged her father to let her go to her brother in Rio so there maybe she could find a potential husband for herself that she liked, but her father didn't even want to hear about it.