We walked on a healthy carpet until we reached the Waziri, who are the parents of the court. He bowed slightly to greet them, and I followed his example. Instead of responding with authority, as elders do, they praised him with a small chant of admiration.
When he stood up, I saw that they lined up to greet him one by one. As for me, when we arrived, I just waved at them. When they finished, the guards prostrated themselves to greet us. They were visibly surprised when he responded to them with, "How are you?" and even called out the names of two of them. Both they and I were very surprised.
He continued walking without seeking an explanation for their surprise, nor did he tell them to get up. Why were they so quick to prostrate themselves? When he reached some people dressed in our traditional attire, indicating they were not guards, I didn't know who they were—friends or children of the court elders. When he reached them, he hugged one of them, which surprised everyone. He continued to hug each of them in the Arab greeting style, and there were about eight of them. After that, we turned to our car, which had been opened before we arrived.
It was a limousine, but not the one I knew the Prince had, as that one was black with three doors and a regular front. This one was dark ash-colored and had a front like an 'End of Discussion' model. After I got in, he walked around and got in as well.
Subhanallah! If not for the fear of being called naive, I would say this car is more comfortable and beautiful than an airplane, even though I have traveled to countries and seen various cars and airplanes.
We were completely covered, with no one able to see us. I moved closer and rested my head on my husband's shoulder. He lifted my forehead slightly and kissed me.
"Thank you. Oh! Hold on a bit, I don't want to make two mistakes." He spread his legs slightly and pulled out something like a new pink robe, along with a matching pink scarf.
There were also brown shoes and a small handbag that could be worn on the wrist.
"Take off what you're wearing and put this on. We are going to greet His Majesty and Mama." He pulled me closer and pinched my nose.
"We are even going to see Daddy today," I said, widening my eyes.
"What?"
"I'm shy around him," I said, pouting.
"Why are you shy around him?"
I gave him a look that I knew would make my eyes look beautiful to him. He laughed.
"You know, Yasmin, I love you more every day because you treat me like your baby."
"I'll stop, but please, let's not go to Dad."
"That's not possible. We've been married for months, and you haven't visited home yet. Even before, when I refused to take you, I was afraid you might not want to come back. Now, I have only three months left in this town. Now, even if you say no, I know I have the guarantee to follow you wherever you go. Just as they gave you a room, they will give me one too. If not, I'll sleep in the living room. Even if I have to sleep in the kitchen, at least I'll see you every day."
