Am I Married?
I immediately look away and touch my hair in nervousness.
"Why are your eyes watery? Were you crying?"
I look at them. Ashar dries the tears around her eyes with his finger. "Yes. I was missing you." Zoya answers.
Ashar pulls out his lips into a pout, "I'm sorry, my baby girl. Now I'm here with you. But let's first deal with them."
He rises on his feet and Zoya steps aside, freeing his way. He stares at me for a moment with a frown as if he's thinking about something, then all of a sudden he says aloud, "My dear wife, come here."