Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

part:22

Jeon Ali had left early for the fields, the morning sun casting long shadows across the yard.

Hayat busied herself at home, cleaning and organizing, when a sudden, sharp pain shot through her back.

She winced and clutched her side, feeling the familiar discomfort settling in.

Her heart sank as she realized what was happening.

With each step to the bathroom, the pain intensified, making her movements slow and deliberate.

She confirmed her suspicion: her periods had started. Anxiety welled up inside her; she dreaded this time of the month, knowing the excruciating pain it always brought.

Steeling herself, Hayat decided to find Jeon Ali. She needed his support.

Each step outside was a struggle, her legs feeling like lead.

The distance to the fields seemed to stretch endlessly before her.

Jeon Ali was hard at work, the sun glistening on his bare, muscular back as he toiled.

He paused, noticing Hayat approaching with difficulty.

Concern etched itself across his face, and he immediately dropped his tools, hurrying to her side.

"Hayat, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

His hand reached out, gently caressing her cheek, searching her eyes for answers.

Hayat's voice was barely a whisper, "My periods... they've started."

Understanding dawned on Jeon Ali's face. Without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

Hayat's head rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring rhythm amidst her pain.

He carried her back to the house, each step careful and deliberate.

Once inside, he laid her gently on the bed. "I'll be right back," he said, grabbing a shirt and quickly pulling it on. "I'm going to get pads."

As he turned to leave, Hayat's soft voice stopped him. "Jeon Ali?"

He looked back, his eyes full of concern. "Yes, Hayat?"

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm craving dark chocolate."

A smile broke across Jeon Ali's face, a rare but welcome sight.

"Of course," he said, nodding. "This is the first time you've asked me for something. How could I refuse?"

He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be back soon," he promised, before heading out the door.

Hayat watched him go, feeling a sense of relief. Despite the pain, she knew she wasn't alone.

Jeon Ali's unwavering support was her anchor, and in that moment, she felt a glimmer of comfort amidst the storm.

Jeon Ali stepped into the store, the bright lights and neatly stacked shelves a stark contrast to the harsh realities outside.

He picked up the pads and a dark chocolate, his mind focused on Hayat’s needs.

With the few coins he had left, he also bought a hot pad, hoping it would bring her some comfort.