 | Let's call her Jasmine and him Majmuah.
Majmuah's impressive reputation preceded him into the minds of her friends. They gladly reported to her their observance of the unmistakable compatibliy.Jasmine thought "Maybe, I mean he's cute but not as cute as they say. Yeah hes a good person but everyone has skeletons in the closet. His mind is set on me, well that wouldnt make him the first and definately not the last." She moved forward eyes set on the next one, then the next but her eyes never rested. So Jasmine decided "Why not give him a chance why not be taken care of by someone that you are attracted to?" But don't overlook your companions desiring the glamour of the life of the world. He worked hard everyday to come home early just to see her pretty face. She hardly looked him into the eyes. He just smiled. Majmuah knew that she loved to burn jasmine oil in the house so he made sure she had plenty of it filled in tall bottles. He showered her with accesories,affection, everything material and imaterial. He'd say "I love you" and when she didn't answer he'd say "And may god make you love me, ameen" They went to the state park and fished in the natural lake and when it got dark with no lights in sight he never let go of her hand as they ran to the light. He guided her out. When they adopted a little furry cat companion he let her bring home one more. He asked for kisses and she hesitated. He thought "I know she loves me she just had a hard life. now she has a serious barrier up. I understand and Im going to bring it down". She thought "He is getting so annoying. Why doesnt he understand that I am just not feeling him. He's like a puppy dog that still loves you no matter how much you kick him. I gotta leave. Gotta clear my mind. I need to make a future for myself. I hope someone makes him happy but it's not me." But don't overlook your companions desiring the pomp and glitter of the life of this world.
She slept in a deep sleep silently only to be awakened by a a knocking on the window. Her nerves were unsettled as the one who is jolted awake. She approached the door to let her husband in but first stopped to look out of the window. A male and female unknown to her professionally dressed in suits. She let them in.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked. "No", the man said and then preceded with "Do you know Majmuah? So he is your husband. Where does he live? He lives her with you. Do you know where his mother lives? Do you speak to his mother? Do you have his mothers number?" Jasmine was determined not to give them too much information, she didn't want to be the cause of her husband going to jail for a long time. She didn't even give them the correct address and phone number for Majmuahs mother. The detective looks at her and says "Do you know anyone who may have disliked Majmuah?" She replies "No". He looks at her plainly then speaks with "There is no easy way to tell you this... majmuah is dead. It seems that while he was out selling shoes somene shot him in the back of his head and left in his van with his merchandise."
Her screams were followed by her laying on her bed. "No, not my husband. I didn't know." She smelled his oils and noticed a sweetness she never noticed before. His clothes were the most beautiful apparel she had ever seen. His smell was the smell of love.
The door opened and she saw him laying in the casket and almost fell if empty caskets hadnt caught her fall. She had one more time to see him. Before they closed the casket she rubbed oil she knew he'd love on his face. It's name was Indian Majmuah. She kissed his lips and the smell of the oil lingered on her lips. "Sorry baby, I do love you. I was distracted, I am sorry I did those things to you. I do love you. If I would have known. Im so so sorry.I want to be your wife in heavan. Please forgive me." She wispered in his ears but no amount of words satisfied her. Now she lives wanting what she can't have. Loving only one man that she can't have and only the smells of Jasmine and Majmuah oil to hold onto and her hopes of one day being his wife in heavan.
Keep yourself patiently with those companions of yours and do not overlook them desiring the pomp and glitter of the life of this world, unless you should regret it.
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