MARWA

I haven't seen the King's mother since I came to the palace.
I take a long stride to Prince Haidar's apartment.
I walked in and met Queen Habiba and the Prince on the couch.
My gaze fall on the clothes in Queen Habiba's hand and Prince Haidar who is sulking like a child.

I genuflect in front of Queen Habiba.
Marwa, why haven't you been here early?
I'm sorry, your Highness.
Good morning, Prince Haidar. I greeted but earned a deadly glare instead.
My heart skipped a beat.
I rush to his bedroom.

Ya, Rabb! I facepalm frustratedly glancing at the room that looks like a dungeon.
I pick the papers from the floor and take them to the trashcan.
I began my chores.
I finished tidying up his bedroom.
I walk out of the bedroom.
Haidar, please take these clothes.
You are the Prince and you shouldn't wear such a cheap clothes. Queen Habiba points at the shirt on Prince Haidar's body.

I fold my hand across my Bossom watching the drama.
I shook my head pathetically.
Ummi, they are heavy. Prince Haidar pout.
Haidar, Your father bought it for you.
Don't you want to become the King after your father dies?
Haidar, you are the first Prince and you will become the next King.

Ummi, I'm afraid.
She will harm me.
She will harm me. Prince Haidar pout.
I blink my eyes sceptically.
Haidar, please.
Haidar, do you want me to cry?
Are you happy to see your mother crying?
Haidar, I'm tired of your condition.
I don't like seeing my Son in this condition.
I'm trying my best to help you out.
Haidar, please wear the clothes.

Queen Habiba turns to me.
Marwa, please can you convince him to wear the clothes.
If you can't convince him how can I? I muttered inwardly.
Marwa, Queen Habiba called.
Your Highness. You are Prince Haidar's mother and you couldn't convince him.
I'm just a common maid. If I try forcing him, he might end up killing me. I mumble the last part inwardly but I wasn't lucky because Queen Habiba heard me.

Marwa, my Son is not a monster.
He doesn't kill. He is just mentally unstable and his condition is bipolar.
He only acts vulnerable for a few minutes when he is upset. Queen Habiba spat.
Prince Haidar, I called with a shaking voice.
If Queen Habiba wasn't here I would have conked out with the deadly glare he threw at me immediately I call his name.

Please, don't disobey your mother.
Your mother is crying.
Are you happy to see her crying?
Please, Prince Haidar.
Prince Haidar nod his head in agreement to wear the clothes.
I puff a relieve sigh.
Queen Habiba smiled at me.
Thank you, Marwa.
Prince Haidar took off his shirt.
He takes off his trousers.
I duck my head.

Prince Haidar did the horrible thing that made me scream.
He wanted to take off his briefs.
My heart started thumping on its ribcage.
Haidar, Queen Habiba yell.
I closed my eyes.
Please, Haidar, don't do this here.
Go to your bedroom. Queen Habiba pleaded.

Ummi, you are my mother. Prince Haidar pout.
Ya, Rabb! Is this how I will be dealing with a madman?
My life is over.
My work started yesterday but I am frustrated already. I facepalm.
Haidar, please don't remove your briefs here.
I am your mother but you are grownup.
Haidar you are 34 years old.
I can't be watching your nakedness even if I'm your mother. Queen Habiba cried.
It is a bad thing.
Don't do that in anyone's presence even Marwa. Queen Habiba muttered.

Prince Haidar stood up from the couch and walk to his bedroom.
I open my eyes.
Marwa please take care of my Son. If you do so, I promise you a gift.
Marwa, make sure Haidar eat properly, took his bathe properly and don't allow him to wear those cheap clothes.
I'm I going to be bathing him?
Yes, Queen Habiba hissed.
Marwa, if you try anything silly with my Son you will regret coming to the palace.