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The couple returned home, where Ahmed and a delicious dinner were waiting for them. Tell me, what was the urgency to go to Laos? You were going to the New Year.

– Dad, we will tell you everything later. Sultana did not want to worry her father, and wanted to hide the impending danger.

– Well, if you do not want to, do not tell me. Ahmed carefully hid his resentment and began to eat dinner. Amir noticed this chagrin.

– My father has problems in the clinic; he called me to replace him during his absence.

– I see now. And I started to worry. I thought, what is it?

– It is okay. Do not worry. In the evening, in the Sultan’s bedroom, she combed her luxurious hair. Amir admired her beauty. – Your hair is so beautiful, and you hide it under a handkerchief.

– Don’t you like it?

– No. Conversely. I like the way you tie a handkerchief. You look mysteriously beautiful. Sultana smiled mysteriously, her smile matched her appearance. Marriage was becoming to her. She dressed beautifully; her Muslim clothes emphasized her beauty and at the same time made her inaccessible. The integral part of this oriental girl was the ability to tie a handkerchief beautifully. Sultana always wore a headscarf. Sometimes, she wore sunglasses and it made her look more solid. Sultana had many glasses; you could even say a collection. She picked them up under scarves, Ahmed brought her scarves, and as a result, this girl had a hobby, collecting glasses with scarves. These essential elements complemented the beauty of this girl-woman. – Your thoughts are so far away from me. Tell me, what are you thinking about?