“Habibi?” Iré called as she peered into her husband’s study.
The Emir raised his head upon hearing his queen’s soothing voice. And his breath caught. He sighed. After thirty years of marriage, she still stimulated his senses.
He smiled in delight, “Hey Baby”.
Iré inclined her head in response with an answering smile of her own, as she walked into the study.
He watched her walk towards him. She was wearing an Indian inspired silver pantsuit, beaded flat shoes and her upswept 4C hair was caught in a single pearl string.
As she leaned in to kiss him, her cinnamon and beige skin made her minimal jewellery look dim.
He pulled her into his lap.
” Hmm. That was delicious, my Delight.”
Iré giggled, “That’s a new one. Delights and Deliciousness.”
“That’s what I feel every time I see you. Sounds harmless but a more potent combination I can’t fathom.” Salim linked his fingers with hers.
She smiled with delight.
“Have you heard from Emira?”
“No. But Tailap has called me, telling me she’s just had dinner with his family and at the time we were speaking she was chatting with his wife.” The Emir reported.
Iré pursed her lips and sighed. “I suppose if I want to know more I will have to call my daughter. How’s General Tailap?” She quickly added as her husband opened his mouth to defend himself.
Salim sighed and shook his head, “You aren’t implying that I am keeping vital information from you, are you?”
“Are you not?” She retorted playfully.
“Busted” Salim smiled.
“Not quite”
His smile dimmed slightly, “Emira is fine, darling.” He said with a serious tone.
“I believe you.” She said with conviction as she kissed her husband.
Musings of a Sanguine Christian Woman 