Romans & histoires Jafar Smiling

SARAFINA "My maiden" Jafar said with a weird smile. I looked down at his hands on my waist, I think he saw where my eyes was, because he quickly removed his hands. I sighed and moved back a bit. "Hi Jafar" I said stiffly. His eyes scanned my face as if scrutinizing it. "Are you surprised to see me or is it unhappiness?" He asked. I took in my lower lip, batting my lashes nervously. "Why would I be unhappy to see you?"

I was more than willing to. " I'm Faryah, Faryah Mustapha" I finally said and watched him smile. He really had a charming smile, with his perfect set of white teeth. " Great, it's a pleasure meeting you" he answered and smiled at me. " I have to head home now, I'll see you, next class" he said as he got up to leave. " Ma'assalam" I greeted. " Bissalam" he answered and walked away from me.

Laeddin found my hand under the water. He took it in his. "Two thousand years, Jaffar. You look well." I felt his shoulders shrug. "You look the same." His thin lips curled into a smile. "So do you, youngest son." As he spoke hundreds of skull monkeys appeared behind him. They sounded like a cheering crowd. Jaffar raised his bony hand and the monkeys quieted. "Who is the girl you have with you?"

".....I want it again". Arfaat said smiling Wickedly. Juwairiyyah jumped out of bed like a lioness. Arfaat was surprised as how quick she did it. "What is it you want Yaa Arfaat?". Juwairiyyah asked fear building up in her. "He bursted into laughter; calling me Yaa won't stop me from doing what I want to, snap out of it and spare me the riddle of calling me Yaa."

“Nice meeting you too” “I'm Farouk your father business partner and this is my wife Maimuna” “Assalamu Alaikum Mr. Jawad” Maimuna greeted “This is my wife Farah,” he said smiling holding me by the waist. I fake a smile. “Assalamu alaikum” I greeted them. “Mr. Jawad I must say you have a beautiful wife,” Mr. Farouk said with a smile. “I have to say I'm lucky to have this beautiful Lady as my wife," he said smiling of course I know it’s not true, he's just faking it.

a big belle man said smiling as he talked to Damien before he introduced a slim lady beside him. "Thank you Mr. Jafar I'm glad you like it," Damien said as he left with MJ and Edward. " Nonsense always feeling inferior,” Mr. Jafar said after Damien didn’t look at his daughter. “Dad, I like him," the lady said for her father to nod. “Don't worry I will talk to his father" the man said to his daughter who kept blushing as she watched Damien walk away,

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”