章節 27: ENCHANTING KULUSUMU

Do you know what happens when an Arabian woman dances? She does not dance: she protests, she loves, she cries, she makes love, she dreams, she goes away from her reality to her own world, where love is really meant and she does not want to come back, because that is her reality. -Armand Nassery

Ambrose Henri and Pierre Jean left the city of Jerusalem through the Jaffa Gate and headed for the belly dancing tavern. Located at a distance of, half a mile outside the city walls.

Ambrose Henri, the author of this scheme could not wait to reach there, he was urging Pierre Jean to hurry up.

"Why the rush Ambrose? It is exceedingly hot, the faster we rush, the hotter we get, not forgetting how dusty we shall be." Pierre Jean complained about being rushed.

"Don't you want to look somehow presentable?" Pierre Jean stopped in his tracks, waiting for Ambrose Henri to answer him.

"Say something, personally I will very much like it if I can reach there when am not all sweaty and panting like a dog because you pushed me to hurry."

Ambrose Henri got furious at all these questions. He had already begun regretting why he had to convince this loudmouth to follow him.

"Pierre, why are you behaving like a sissy, who cannot even take some sunshine. For God's sake, I thought you are a Knight Templar who has undergone a baptism of the scorching heat in the Holy Land." Ambrose Henri stopped to face Pierre Jean.

Pierre Jean approached him, reducing the gap between them to a few inches, staring at him with a tough gaze. "Ambrose Henri, I warn you, be careful of the words you use in my presence. How can you begin comparing me, a proud and strong Knight Templar with sissies?"

My words have definitely touched a raw nerve here. All I wanted was to make him stop complaining. But he has reacted like I have boxed his mother. I know he is emotional but this is just exaggerated. If I did not know his nature, I could use this to make him turn back.

Pierre Jean was a person, who when he got interested in something. No matter what, he could fight to see it to completion even if it cost him. Just like a dog that has been given a piece of meat, no one could take it away from it, and it could struggle to finish it.

"Pierre. Am sorry about my words, I did not think about them, just said what came to mind. Don't take it seriously." Ambrose Henri apologized.

"Alright, I forgive you. If you wanted me to hurry up, that is all you needed to say. Let's go then." Pierre Jean was happy to have him apologize.

This settled. Their journey proceeded smoothly, before long they reached the tavern. It was a big raised rectangular tent, with big wooden poles holding it up from the sides and center. The tent material was made out of well-tanned goat skin. Looked like it had a capacity of holding fifty people inside it.

Ambrose Henri's heart was thumping with excitement from finally being here. He had rumors of how the drinks inside here were the best, and the women were very beautiful and charming. Those who witnessed them dancing lived to tell of what a special moment it was.

It was such a pity that the Muslim population of Jerusalem was against drinking and belly dancing that it was relocated to such a dusty corner outside the city.

The sound of Arabic music with folk instruments such as the oud, kamancheh, and buzuq with their distinctive sounds could be heard from outside the tent. All this continued to entice him to enter without any delay.

***

72 Jana Promise – Casael Maen

There had never been a time like now when Abu Bin Zayyidi wished that time could move as slowly as possible.

Each day and night that came by, brought about his recovery from the terrible wound he had received at the hands of the highway bandits on his way from Jaffa. Under normal circumstances, this was something he could be very happy about.

Ever since he had received the letter from Saddam, the elder in the Assassin's Order told him to return to Jaffa and wait for his fate. His state of mind had been in turmoil, many thoughts had run through his mind but he could not act on any of them since he was still gravely injured and needed time to recuperate under the care of the physician Kulusumu Anifa. This was something he was not happy with but had to put up with since he still wanted to be alive and healthy.

The first few days under the headstrong treatment of the female physician Kulusumu Anifa had been torture to him. She treated him like an invalid, and dictated what he could do or could not do. Something Abu Bin Zayyid loathed. It was not proper for a man and more so a warrior like him to be bossed around by a woman.

Loath her, as much as he wanted. He was still under her care, and his life was in her hands. Bit by bit for the sake of his recovery. Abu Bin Zayyid put aside his pride and let her have her way with him.

By then. He yearned and prayed to the Most Gracious and Merciful Allah for a quick and speedy recovery.

He looked at the clear, cloudless, blue skies above from where he sat, he was in his favorite shade in the backyard of 72 Jana Promise.

Deep inside his heart, his heart was yearning for the hour at which Kulusumu Anifa, his current physician could come to treat and dress his wounds.

Everything about her, except for her bossy manner had smitten him completely and also. She was on his mind when he fell asleep at night, on his mind as he woke up, and looked forward to the day. The few hours she spent with him in the course of the day, were the most pleasant moments of the day.

When she approached him to treat his wounds. Her natural feminine smell mixed with the flowery scent of her perfume could envelop him in a sweet embrace. This could send his heart racing, raising his body temperature. At first, she got worried; thinking he had developed a fever from the wound. Abu Bin Zayyid had been around many women and girls since his teenage years but none had driven him crazy with their scent as she does. Well, some of them were sweaty with a nasty body odor that was repulsive to him so it was understandable to not have any interest in them, while others were well groomed, clean with fragrant perfumes applied on their bodies that even the hijab or veils could not mask out. Still, they did not capture his attention.

Besides her scent. Her curvaceous figure with its medium height absolutely mesmerized him like a man who had been enchanted. Despite the hijab covering her from her neck to ankles. As she walked, Abu Bin Zayyid could see the wide and shapely hips swaying gently with each step she took. And when she turned around, her round and full backside could strain against the material of her hijab. This could elicit a sigh of optical pleasure from him. Even his member could begin rising from its slumber, poking against his robe at an awkward angle. This had made him put on tight inner wear to prevent his bulge from betraying him. If Adam saw him getting an erection, at the expense of his sister. He could not hesitate to throw him out of his lodging. Abu Bin Zayyid knew how much Adam was protective of his sister.

During the application of medicine on his wound or dressing, she could be very close to him, this is when Abu Bin Zayyid could get a chance to observe her pointed bosom, straining against the cloth like two mountains. The black cloth was not enough to disguise what lay beneath to his well trained and inquisitive eyes.

How he wished to know how those two mountains could feel like when he laid his hands on them. Could they be firm and soft or are they firm as grapefruit?

In his dreams. He could draw hundreds of pictures of what lay beneath that long hijab. It must be some flawless skin, unblemished with the fierce Arabian sun. Soft, and warm to the touch.

With time, he had begun loving the sound of her melodic and gentle voice despite the authoritative physician's tone within. Hearing her voice had become a soothing balm. All evil thoughts of worry could evaporate at the sound of her gentle voice calling his name.

"Abu, how are you this morning?"

"Abu, how are you feeling today"

"Abu, please join us for a meal."

"Abu, I love the way your body heals fast."

Never had he ever looked forward to someone calling his name as much as now when she addressed him.

Oh sweet Kulusumu Anifa. What will I do without you when I finally leave this place? Thinking about leaving, Abu Bin Zayyid began hoping that time could slow down, and his healing could take a while. Despite the accumulated cost of spending more nights in this lodging of Adam. He could bear with it if it meant he could get to spend some extra time with Kulusumu Anifa.

Abu Bin Zayyid had experience with girls and women from his teenage years, however, none of them had captivated him to this extent.

Had it been a non-Muslim woman. Abu Bin Zayyid could not hesitate to conclude that he had been bewitched. There's no way Kulusumu could bewitch him, she came from a good Muslim family.

Whatever was happening, was a natural attraction. He loved every bit of it and was not going to fight it.