I said yes and she opened the door. She was not wearing her abaya but was covering herself in a sheet.
"I am feeling scared alone." She said.
"Oh, why? It is already morning?" I replied.
"I want you to stay with me in the room."
"Well, OK, I will but I need to sleep and there is only one bed there."
"No problem, I will sleep on the floor."
"OK, if you say so."
We came to the room and I did not find it becoming of my person to let a guest sleep on the floor whilst I enjoyed the luxury of a soft bed.
I pulled up a matress from the store room ( I had several of them for my friends when they would want to stay during the night at my place).
I told her to lie in the bed and I would sleep on the matress.
It is my habit to keep my room light proof (coz I often sleep during the day, and I can not sleep when there is any small amount of light in the room). This time, however, I did not put off the small light right above my bed, the same light I used to keep switched on when I wanted to read while lying down. I thought if she would ask to turn it off, then I would.
A few minutes into our supposed sleep, I opened my eyes to see if she was asleep. I found something strange. She was lying on her back, face up. And she was biting her lower lip between her teeth, as if repressing a strong emotion. Her eyes were full of tears, and the a shimmering line of tears flowing down her face could be seen in the otherwise dim light of the room.
Why the hell is she crying, I thought to myself. After seeing her woeful state, it was difficult for me to sleep and I felt rather obliged to ask the reason.
Before I could ask her anything, she got up and went to the washroom. Whilst she was inside, a text message was received on her cellphone. I could see part of the text, and I did not open it to see it completely. The theme of the message had something to do with her and her husband, something reproachful said to her. She returned and sat on the bed without realizing I was still awake. She was still crying and buried her face in her hands.
I said yes and she opened the door. She was not wearing her abaya but was covering herself in a sheet.
"I am feeling scared alone." She said.
"Oh, why? It is already morning?" I replied.
"I want you to stay with me in the room."
"Well, OK, I will but I need to sleep and there is only one bed there."
"No problem, I will sleep on the floor."
"OK, if you say so."
We came to the room and I did not find it becoming of my person to let a guest sleep on the floor whilst I enjoyed the luxury of a soft bed.
I pulled up a matress from the store room ( I had several of them for my friends when they would want to stay during the night at my place).
I told her to lie in the bed and I would sleep on the matress.
It is my habit to keep my room light proof (coz I often sleep during the day, and I can not sleep when there is any small amount of light in the room). This time, however, I did not put off the small light right above my bed, the same light I used to keep switched on when I wanted to read while lying down. I thought if she would ask to turn it off, then I would.
A few minutes into our supposed sleep, I opened my eyes to see if she was asleep. I found something strange. She was lying on her back, face up. And she was biting her lower lip between her teeth, as if repressing a strong emotion. Her eyes were full of tears, and the a shimmering line of tears flowing down her face could be seen in the otherwise dim light of the room.
Why the hell is she crying, I thought to myself. After seeing her woeful state, it was difficult for me to sleep and I felt rather obliged to ask the reason.
Before I could ask her anything, she got up and went to the washroom. Whilst she was inside, a text message was received on her cellphone. I could see part of the text, and I did not open it to see it completely. The theme of the message had something to do with her and her husband, something reproachful said to her. She returned and sat on the bed without realizing I was still awake. She was still crying and buried her face in her hands.