My Unwanted Egyptian Wedding
by Jina-chan
A/N: If you guys didn't notice I changed the summary. I read and went "This really has little to do with Yami." So I changed it, hopefully now it isn't misleading and more people will read it. Thanks for the lovely reviews! Also I'm really trying to keep the characters personalities the same as in the (Japanese) anime. But sometimes you've gotta tweak it just for a good story's sake. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: I Don't Know Who I Am Anymore
"This is bad." Anzu mumbled. It was still raining hard and Malik's motorcycle was covered up in the driveway. 'He's been looking for me on foot.' she realized. 'Damn.'
She never thought a side trip would end up like this. Not only did she feel bad for making him look for her, she cheated on him too. Anzu was in a mess. She dialed his number and called.
"Anzu!" Malik shouted over the phone. "Oh God, where are you?" he sounded frantic.
"I'm standing outside the house."
"Thank Ra..." he whispered. "I'm at the park. I'll be there in a minute. Just stay at the house." he hung up.
Anzu remembered seeing the park when she stood outside the bank. She ran to it. Her heart was beginning to ache with guilt. 'I thought he didn't love me. Why did I assume things again! He was so right when he said I didn't know anything about him. I'm so stupid!'
Anzu turned the corner and saw Malik. He was soaked and his white shirt was clung to him. His eyes were puffy. They flung towards each other in a tight embrace.
"Anzu! I'm sorry. Forgive me. Don't leave me again." he said in a burst.
"It's okay. This is all my fault. Gosh, I'm going to get you sick." The ice cold rain splashed down on them. Anzu could feel his skin was getting colder. She looked up at him. His harsh purple eyes were happy and salty, hot tears streamed down his face.
"Are...are you crying Malik?"
"I thought I lost you. These are tears of joy." Malik smiled.
Anzu grazed his tear-streaked cheek with the back of her hand. He took her hand and kissed it.
"Anzu...I want you to know that I..." before he could finish a bolt of lightning came down and hit a tree a few blocks away. The tree set on fire and the two rushed back to their house before they got hurt.
Once inside, they got towels and dried themselves off. Anzu turned on the stove to boil tea. Malik wrapped himself in a warm fuzzy blanket to get warmer. The thunder roared once every few minutes.
"That's a massive storm out there." Anzu said.
"I can't believe we were just out there." Malik added. He got lost in thought. 'I can't believe I almost told her. She shouldn't know just yet. Not until I know her.' he reminded himself.
Anzu came back into the living room with a tray for tea in her arms.
"Thank you Anzu." They sat down on the floor and drank it quietly. Malik felt he had seen that flannel shirt before. He knew it couldn't have been hers because it was much too big for her small body.
'Bakura!' he realized. 'What the hell...I was freaking out over a tramp who ran to my enemy because we had a fight. That will definitely explain the swollen lips. Bakura, that devil, he even knew I engaged to her. Trying to cheat on me and get away with it? God...'
"Malik?" Anzu spoke up. "Is there something wrong? You're staring at me."
"Oh, was I? I was just thinking, that's all."
"Okay." She stood with her teacup and put in the sink. Malik followed her. When she came out, he grabbed her arms and put her back to his chest. She got how he was playing a game and wrestled him as they went down the hall. He turned around and pushed open the door. Malik dropped Anzu on the mattress and held her down before she could roll away. Anzu shrieked with laughter as he tickled her abdomen.
Just as he intended, he saw her neck and collarbone. He saw a dark purple bruise below her left shoulder. Malik abruptly stopped and sat up. Anzu looked at him with question.
"You cheated."
The two words dropped like icy stones. 'Oh God. How did he find out already?'
Almost reading her mind, he added, "That shirt is Bakura's and your lips have swelled unusually. You have a hickey on your left side above your chest."
Anzu's eyes widened.
"Why?"
Anzu reached her arm out to him but he slapped her outstretched hand down.
"We have a small fight and instead of working it out, you hide at some other guy's house and cheat on me when I'm worried the fuck out of my mind."
She winced at the curse and his tone. He wasn't yelling but the anger in his voice was strong enough to send chills in her spine.
"Why did you do it? Is this to get back at me Anzu? For everything I've done to you, which only involved you?"
No answer came out of Anzu's mouth.
"Well?" He was being to lose patience.
"I never meant to go so far. At first I just stayed there for two hours and I only slept and ate dinner. But when I wanted to tell leave, Bakura kissed me. It didn't stop."
"I can tell," he said coldly.
"Really...Malik if I had known you cared like this, I would have pushed him away and ran home."
"But you didn't Anzu because you didn't know anything about me so you let him take advantage of you. I don't want you to see him again. Ever, you hear me?"
"Why?" she mumbled.
"Because if you continue you to hang around with him, he is going to hurt you farther than repair." He left the room. "I'm sleeping on the couch."
In Egypt...
"Okay, Yami. I'm going to use the Millennium Key to break your bond with Yugi. This slab of stone with form into your body once the process is complete." Shaadi said in a monotone. "This may hurt." He jabbed the key into the Pharaoh's forehead.
Yami screamed in pain as blood dripped down his forehead. It echoed in the silent tomb.
The key pushed harder and his head throbbed.
Yami collapsed.
(Okay... this is far too violent for me to write. I hate gore! Let's just leave and come back when things have calmed down. XD)
At The House...
The next morning Anzu and Malik didn't talk to each other. Malik headed off to work and Anzu went to look for a job.
She called her friends to help her out but no one picked up their phones. Anzu thought about calling Bakura but remembered Malik's strict warning. She sighed.
'I'm so confused. I don't know who really cares about me now.'
Walking down the street, she saw a little coffee and snack shop, Sugar Sweet. The windows had old-fashion curtains and many Gothic lolitas drinking tea and eating fruit. She saw a 'help wanted' sign and pushed the door aside. The room smelled of cinnamon, chocolate and green tea. The aroma of hazelnut coffee lingered as well. She liked howthe menus were inFrench and Japanese.
"Hello!" a young woman greeted her. "How may I help you?"
"I saw your help wanted sign and I would like to work here." Anzu said.
"Oh that's wonderful! Please come to the back room." The girl led her to a door. Her brown hair was in tight pin curls. She had a black lace-edged apron that said Sugar Sweet in big baby blueJapanese kanji and French cursive scrawled all over the black background.
"All you have to do is read and fill out the forms." she smiled. "By the way, I'm Kyuriha Misaki, the owner of the cafe. You can call me Kyuri." The owner pulled out a packet and handed it to Anzu.
"My name is Anzu Mizaki. Nice to meet you, Kyuri-san!"
Kyuri laughed. "You are so perfect for the job. Good luck!" With that, she left the room and went to the front.
'Okay,' she thought. 'Let's get this finished before Malik shows up at home.'
Malik was riding his motorcycle to the other side of the neighborhood to pick up things for his boss, Moryuna Kuobunshi. He despised his boss. He could never get his name right, despite the fact Malik worked for him for the past year. Moryuna was a slightly pudgy, balding man. On the first day, when Malik applied for the job, he stared at him with a devious glint. He later realized Moryuna thought he was a girl.
He slowed his bike to a halt in the parking lot. Removing his helmet, Malik shook his head violently to remove the signs of his helmet from his hair.
"Let's see." He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Opening it, he read,
'Getting into the Marin-sa, show liscene. Ask for blond cashier, Kiko. Buy four cases of Sharingo Peach Wine. (2000 Yen per bottle)'
His eyes widened at the price. '2000 Yen for ONE BOTTLE! He better have given me enough... That's about 48000 Yen! This must be really important guests if he spending this much money on them.' Malik walked into the winery bar. After checking in, he looked for a blond. He found Kiko quickly and asked for the Sharingo. She looked at him as if he were crazy and asked if he knew how much it would cost.
Malik muttered, "I work for Kuobunshi."
As if it were a password, Kiko changed completely and said, "Kuo-san's eh? I'll be back shortly sir."
Malik hid his astonishment. 'Wow. I wonder what ties he has to this place.' He looked around. Malik was disappointed with the women's uniforms. The young women wore pink tube tops with Marin-sa plastered on the front and denim hot pants. He saw them smiling but he knew the girls were miserable. He turned away from the bar scene and read the signs above him. Kiko came back with a bamboo cart.
"You're in luck sir. We have a discount on these. Buy three and get the fourth half off." She tapped the items into the cash register. "That will be 42800 Yen." He paid the cashier and briskly left the bar. "Never again." Malik reminded himself.
He headed back to the resturaunts.
Later that day...
Anzu agreed to work part-time cashier on weekdays and full-time on Sunday. She received her uniform and would start work the day after tomorrow, Sunday. Anzu hadn't slept well the night before so she changed and slept on the couch.
Malik opened the door to find his future wife sleeping in the living room. He got out of work early and wondered why she was asleep when it was only six p.m. He tiptoed around the room to not wake her. She looked calm. Her thick brown bangs covered one eye and she was stretched out along the couch. Her blue slinky pj shirt covered up the sheer black gown she wore underneath. He grinned but quickly put those thought behind him, remembering he was supposed to be mad at her. He sat down on a chair in the dining room and laid his head down on the table.
A few minutes later, Anzu moaned. She had woken up. The girl shot up and cried, "I didn't know you came home so early!"
"...wha?" Malik picked his head up, yawning sleepily. He glanced at a fluttery Anzu and he took a double take. The blue cover-up was undone and her skin showed through the gown. Malik blushed a little and quickly looked away. Anzu was confused. She looked down and gasped. Her chest was exposed through the thin black veil of her nightie. Anzu wrapped the blue shirt around her, as her face became bright red.
'I have issues with my bedtime clothes.' she thought.
"So what have you been up to?" Malik said as if nothing happened. Anzu picked up on it and replied,
"I went to apply for a job."
Malik whipped around to see her. "You what?"
"Well I need to work too."
"What job did you get?"
Anzu wondered why he was so nosy and concerned all of a suddened.
"A cafe." she said proudly.
"Your uniform?"
"What about my uniform?"
"What does it look like!"
"You're such a pervert!" Anzu shouted. The whole concern thing was creeping her out.
"I'm not being a pervert! If you wear a certain uniform you're going to hate your job."
"It's an apron over black pants!" she argued. "What's this whole 'certain uniform' thing about?"
Malik shook his head realizing he had over reacted. "It's nothing."
Anzu got off the couch and went to the kitchen. "It's something and I know it." she answered with a tired and crestfallen tone. "I'm making dinner." He face was still red but she didn't look very happy.
Malik asked himself why even bothered to know. 'She already cheated on me. Why should I care about what kind of job she gets?'
He paused. 'Dammit. Even though she pisses me off, I still worry about her. What is wrong with me? I'm supposed to be having revenge plots on her.' He stood up and walked to the counter. Malik laid out some vegetables and started chopping them up. Anzu stopped cutting apart the pita bread and stared at him.
"What? I'm helping with the dinner." He continued with his work without another word. Anzu grinned.
'Somethimes Malik you're the sweetest person I've ever met but most of the time you the most difficult too.' she thought to herself.
Late that night...
At two in the morning, Malik rolled of the sofa and walked into their bedroom where Anzu peacefully slept. Anzu was a pretty light sleep so she jumped when she her a floorboard creek.
"Malik! You scared the crap out of me!" Anzu calmed down and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm sleeping with you, " he mumbled in a deadish tone.
"What?" Anzu choked. Malik didn't repeat himself. He plopped down right next to her on the warm mattress. 'uh-oh, I think he's serious.' He wrapped her thick blankets around them and was far beyond waking in a matter of seconds.
She sighed with exasperation as slumber took her over too. 'Well at least I can recall what happens."
Malik put an arm around her and laid his head by her neck. His soft hair splayed across his face and her chest.
'God help me.'
At Bakura's house, two days later...
"I better check up on Anzu. I haven't seen her in a while. But first a trip to my good old friend Malik."
Bakura walked out of the house and stepped into his car. He drove to the Onyako Restaurant. After parking he went and asked to see Malik. The waiter came out with a bothered look on his face but when he saw Bakura, his purple eyes glowed with rage and Malik punched him in the gut.
"You little fucker, how dare you come and show your hideous face to me!" he hissed. Bakura was kneeling to calm the pain in his stomach.
"You know as much I do that she wanted it." Bakura retorted, grinning evilly.
"No she didn't you liar!"
Kuobunshi muttered to Malik to take their argument outside and Malik stormed out through the front door.
"Well, what do you want from me, lecherous pig?" Malik refused to look at him. Bakura stepped close to him and whispered,
"It's about what you want, my dear friend."
The Egyptian shot a death glare to the albino and growled, "Don't lie to me. If this is about what I want, you would be gone."
"True. But doesn't it hurt knowing that your beloved Anzu cheated on you?"
"No," he said coldly. "But it hurts that she was with you!" Malik threw another punch to his side but Bakura dodged. His fistflew into his skull with a dull painful thud. The albino fell to the floor groaning.
"Dammit." he muttered. His forehead was bleeding from the glass on the pavement and his head throbbed.
"You only know a little part of the pain I feel now."
Bakura tried to pick himself up but was too slow. Malik brought his strong leg down on Bakura's side. He gagged as he rolled over. The taste of blood surged in his mouth as he spit it out. Malik still wasn't finished. He pulled the injured man up by his long hair. Malik yanked his hair and blood was flowing faster from Bakura's forehead. He picked up a piece of glass and held it to his neck.
"Where shall I cut, friend?" he said the word harshly as he waved the glass. "Your throat so you'll know the choking grief I got? Your lower neck where you gave my fiancée a bite mark?"
Bakura's eyes quivered but he chuckled weakly.
"It's not me you'll kill. Ryou is the one who will die out of this."
"I don't care about Ryou."
"What if it was he who yearned for Anzu and not me."
"Don't play games with me. I know the difference between you two."
"Really?" Bakura smiled as he slipped into unconsciousness. The albino's eyes became wide again and Malik saw Ryou wince in pain before he lost consciousness as well. Malik punched the asphalt near the sleeping boy's face.
"Coward."
Some time later...
Anzu paced around the room nervously. Malik slammed open the door. Her eyes widened and she jumped to him. She shrieked when she saw blood spots on his shirt.
"Oh my gosh...what happened?" Anzu placed her cool hands under the torn shirt and onto his abdomen, feeling for a wound. The corners of her eyes brimmed with tears.
"I'm not injured." Malik learned towards her. Their lips met.
After a long kiss, Malik broke away. Anzu saw a certain unfamiliar emotion in his eyes. She couldn't tell what it was.
"Tell me."
He looked at her with a dizzying haze.
"Tell me what you did. Blood stains don't just appear like that."
His gaze drifted off.
"Malik, look at me."
"Revenge," he mumbled.
"What?"
"I got my revenge." Malik began to slump. He collapsed, leaving Anzu to hold up his weight on her. She gasped realizing what he meant. She carried him to the bedroom. After laying him down on the mattress, she bandaged the cuts on his fingers and arm. Anzu put a warm blanket over the sleeping Egyptian.
"You crazy brave fool, was it really necessary to beat Bakura up till you both bled?" she sighed.
'Should I worry about Bakura too? And what is their problem? Why the heck am I involved in the first place?' Anzu shook her head.
"I need sleep," she told herself. Anzu laid her head by Malik and slumber overcame her.
(And now for something completely different!)
"Hala, look!"
"My God!" The two girls hovered over the tanned child. They were younger than him and tried to awake the parched boy. One threw cold water over his face. His eyes fluttered open.
"Yes!" the other cried in joy. "Are you okay? Are you okay?" Hala quickly asked. The boy's eyes widened in confusion.
"Hey, stupid he doesn't speak Hebrew. Try Arabic." she nudged her excited friend.
"A-halan."
"Mahr-haba." he said weakly.
The girl began conversing in Arabic just as fluently as her Hebrew but the boy shook his head and said,
"Mish faahim."
"Doesn't speak Arabic either, Yakima."
"What? Where are his parents?" she exclaimed.
"How am I going to ask him that if I don't know what language he speaks?"
"Hamiri son hisbaat."
Hala's eyes widened. "No way."
"What? What did he say?"
"Juwe goh habaa sheim akae dor."
"It's true, he is an Ishtar." The boy nodded at the name.
"AHHH! A curse to our people! A curse!"
"Shut up, it doesn't mean anything."
"The Ishtars are protectors of the Egyptian pharaoh. They are foolish cult trying to raise an evil that enslaved our people long ago. We have to tell the village elders." Yakima turned in the direction of the small town when Hala firmly grabbed her arm.
"No! He will stay with us." she turned to the boy and asked for his name.
"Malik." he replied.
"Kiu rume vaat ger shan do, ko sai?"
Malik nodded with understanding.
"What did you tell him?"
"To not say a single word in his native tongue."
Hala and Makeem to the boy to Hala's house. It was a small two-room hut that smelled of spicy peppers and chicken. Three young children ran out of the house following a black spotted dog. An old woman was working a loom, click-clicking a monotone rhythm, ignoring the clatter around her. A younger woman, in her late twenties, came out of the back room with a tired smile on her face. She was Hala's mother.
"My child where have you been? I asked for water and I see nothing. Whose that behind your back?" she leaned to the side to see the boy.
"Mother this is Mah-leek." (Yes the real pronunciation is just that, not the American or Japanese version you have heard. Shocker I know.)
"Oh! A visitor." The mother said hello to him but he didn't respond.
"Mom, he doesn't speak Hebrew or Arabic."
"Then what does he speak?" The woman frowned.
Hala shrugged. "I don't know. All I heard was his name."
"I see." She grinned again, hiding her concern, and rubbed his head. "He's not from the Middle East. Malik must be from North Africa. But your father is better at this than I am. When he gets home we'll figure it out."
Hala squealed. "Father is coming home! Yay!"
"Yes, he'll be done with the excavations by sunset and here by eight. Now help me with the cooking Hala." She ushered her daughter to the stove. "Yakima, do you think you could get some more vegetables in the garden. "
"Sure, Aunt Miri!" The girl ran out the door.
"Take Malik with you!" she called.
The two ran to the back garden, each with a basket. They began to pick onions and beans. Yakima soon left to her house, leaving Malik alone. Hala soon came out and helped Malik with the vegetable picking. She pointed to the turnip and said in Hebrew, "lefet."
She picked up the cauliflower and said, "kruvit khamutsa." After telling him about the vegetables names, she got up and walked to the olive tree. "Zeitim."
"Say it." she told him in his tongue.
"Lefet, kruvit khamutsa,...zeitim."
Hala smiled.
"Good. How old are you Malik?"
"13."
"Where are your parents?"
Malik sighed with sadness and replied, "Dead."
Hala muttered, "sorry."
"It's okay. You didn't know."
"Do you have any family nearby?"
"My older brother and sister. They were with me at the seaport in Saudi Arabia. But after we crossed into the Israeli desert, I don't know where they are."
"You can stay with us, if you want."
"But...how will I find my brother and sister?"
"My dad will find them. Don't worry."
"Okay. Hala?"
"Yes?"
"How old are you?"
"12 almost."
Malik smiled and chuckled a little.
"What's so funny?"
"You are so grown up for your age, I almost thought you were older than me."
"..." Hala blushed a little. "Let's get back inside now."
Later that evening, Hala's dad appeared on time. The family of 8 and Malik ate the feast.
He didn't understand a single word they said except for a few that he picked up before.
"So where does this boy come from, Hala?" the father asked.
"I don't know. He only said his name and that's all Malik would say." the curly-haired brunette lied her way through the list of questions.
"This is very difficult. I'm going to have to guess he came from Sudan or Tunisia."
"But what about his blond hair?"
"Maybe Eritrea? I've seen some children who look just like him, blond hair and tanned skin."
"Egyptian." the old woman spoke.
"Egyptians don't have that appearance nowadays!" the father scoffed.
"The cursed tribe."
"No one even knows if those people still exist, mother."
"I do! That boy must be from there! I know an Ishtar boy when I see one!" Her voice rose and she waved her bony finger in a rude manner to Malik. He winced, confused.
"Mother stop!" Hala's mother cried. She waved her hand away. "You're frightening him. Come here poor child." She hugged the boy as if she were his own son. "Don't listen to that crazy woman."
"Crazy!"
"You can stay with us." Malik smiled back, understanding what was going on. He wondered if a mother's comfort was supposed to feel like this.
"Harrumph!" the grandmother retorted. "You can stay with us even though we are technically KIDNAPPING YOU! she says...why I have never heard of such a ridiculous thing."
The family shook their heads. Malik grinned, finding it funny how the old woman rambled on in Hebrew.
'She's kind of the meaner version of Isis.' he thought to himself. 'I wonder where Isis is anyways.'
Four months had passed before anyone had heard of Malik's background. He had learned how to speak Hebrew almost fluently. His Arabic was still poor so he didn't go far without Hala. Hala, Yakima and Malik became good friends.
Hala and he were walking to the city to pick up things for the family on a hot, dusty day. The way was quiet and Malik suddenly spoke up, "What's so bad about the Ishtars?"
She thought about it for a moment. "It's because there's a legend. When the Ishtar awakes the Pharaoh, Moses' children will fall."
"His children?"
"The Jews fled from an Egyptian pharaoh and led by Moses, moved to Israel."
"So then...if your family ever found out who I was, they'd throw me into the desert?"
"I don't think they're like that. Still there is everyone else in the village.I mean they think Mahado, the first Ishtar was the devil."
"That's bluntly harsh."
"Yeah. But then no one really knows if it's a prophecy or just an old wives' tale."
"How do you know all this?" Malik asked curiously.
"My dad works to find artifacts of old Middle Eastern civilizations. Sometimes he goes to Egypt for additional research."
"I never knew someone could figure out so much about a sacred society."
"Sacred society? There are more of them?" Hala questioned.
Malik realized he had said too much. "Nothing, just forget it."
She did ask any further to his relief. They approached the city.
"Hey Hala, it's not a sin to show affection here, right?"
The girl looked at him with confusion. "No why?"
Malik took her hand. "Because for today you're my Kalila!"
"I'm your sweetheart? Aren't we going a bit too fast?"
"Four months is enough to get married." he said grinning. "Holding your hand won't get you sick, Kalila."
"I refuse to respond to that."
"Kalilia! Kalilia!"
"Stop!"
"You responded!"
"Crazy boy." she muttered. Hala stopped in front of a store. "We have to get cloth for Grandma."
"Granny..." Malik repeated.
"What?" Hala asked.
"I never knew my grandmother." he said passively.
"What? It seems like there isn't much family in your life."
"Nope. That's just how it goes." They both sighed.
"Okay. Cloth!" she spoke up. She dragged him into the store.
"It's pretty." Malik chuckled. Many different colored yards of fabric lined the walls. She walked over to the cottons.
"Malik,"
"Yes my adorable Kalila?"
Hala twitched at the weird remark. "I need both my hands to get the fabric."
"Oh fine." He pouted but let her hand go.
"Thank you." She pulled down three yards of emerald green cotton when Malik hugged her middle from behind.
"Malik! Leggo!"
"You don't need your waist to gather fabric, Kalilia." he replied cunningly.
"But I don't want to get thrown out of the store, either." Hala whispered.
"I'm not letting go this time." He pulled down a handle that cut the cloth. It fell into her hands and hid Malik's. They walked to the front counter still stuck together. The clerk gave them their change without noticing a thing. The two were out of the store when Malik finally released her.
"See?"
"But we could have been caught."
"But we didn't, did we?"
"No...still, don't try that stuff in public."
"Okay when we get home."
"What?"
"Huh?"
Hala shook her head.
Two hours later, they finished their shopping and headed back home. The two ran through the fields to get to the village before dark. They soon arrived just before the sun set. After eating dinner, Malik asked to be excused. He stepped outside, Hala following him. The boy silently walked to the river. He turned to Hala at the bank's edge.
"Malik?" she leaned towards him. Malik pecked her on the lips. Hala stepped back.
"What was that for?" she said in small shock.
"You know why, Kalila."
"But we have no engagement and we're young."
"I don't care." Malik sighed. "I love you and that's all there is."
"And then what?" Hala asked.
"In a few years..." he smiled. "We could get married."
She tried to hide the blush in her cheeks.
"What's so bad about us? Your parents don't mind me."
"But wouldn't they want to meet your family too?"
Malik frowned. "They'll meet them...if we ever find them."
Hala leaned on Malik. "It's okay. Your brother and sister will return. Just give it time."
The Egyptian ran his fingers through her long silky hair. He sighed sadly. "Sometimes I wish I could forget where I come from."
Hala looked up at him. "Malik, there's always going to be an Israelite piece in you." She gently poked his chest. "Right there."
Malik grinned and kissed her forehead. "Aww, you're so sweet Kalila. Let's go back before it gets too dark."
The two went inside the hut.
"You kids manage to sneak out from under our noses yet again!" Hala's mother cried. Hala could tell she was joking.
"Hala is a bad girl! Bad girl!" her little sister, Lily, squealed.
"David, stop chewing on that beef! It's for Mitza!" Alyssa, the eldest of the three little siblings, called to their baby brother.
Hala ran to David and pried away his strong small hands. Malik snickered at the chaos he had become so accustomed to.
After dinner the cots were pulled out and everyone soon fell asleep. Except for Malik. He laid awake staring at the clay ceiling. Something felt weird about him, like he didn't belong. He hated this feeling. It always pulled at his heart reminding Malik how he would always be an Ishtar and not even Hala could remove the curse. He felt pain and guilt choking him and the boy sat up. He went outside for fresh air.
Hala sat at the stream's edge singing an old hymn.
Malik crept behind her and whispered softly at her ear, "Kalila."
Hala turned to him slowly. She had tears streaking her tanned face.
"Are you okay, Hala?" He hugged the saddened Israelite.
"I got scared...for you." she choked out as she began to sob. His eyes widened. "Please... Malik... please don't wake the pharaoh."
"I'm not going to."
"Bad things happen to everyone just because of that vile man. He cares about no one."
"I'm going to kill him."
"What?" Hala loosened her grip.
"He took away my father. He ruined my life. I'd rather die than to serve him." he growled angrily. "I'm never going to let him hurt you. Ever."
Hala was surprised. She had never seen him mad before. But the girl was glad. She knew he could trust him.
"Thank you..." she whispered.
"Hala."
"Yes, Malik?"
"Promise me that you'll love me no matter what."
She smiled softly at him. "Of course. I love you, always."
They kissed each other and sat quietly under the glowing and bright full moon.
(End of chapter 5.)
Jina-chan: Fourteen pages! Half of these pages go to Hala. O.o; I hope this chapter is good. Because it took a long time to write. And I really tried to get the Hebrew write. I don't speak Hebrew but I really wanted to have someone from the Middle East in this story. You know, cause Malik goes there? Anyhoo, I'm very and deeply sorry if the names are wrong. I know Makeema is not a good name but I ran out of ideas! Review guys! And preview for next chapter:
"NOOOOO! HALA!"
Jina-chan: Dun dun dun dun! That's all you get.