Knights For Mundika
3

*Mansoor closed the laptop *in front of him and was about to go home. He walked out and into the long hallway that connected him to the elevator. And of course he did not walk alone, there was Ali and Badr who accompanied him. The minimum protocol given specifically for the children of the Emir of Dubai. He is grateful not to have inherited the status of crown prince like his older brother Ahmed. So that the number of guards is not as much as his brother and more freely wherever he goes.

While walking home, he checked the presence of every doctor and guard nurse. Like getting a pleasant surprise, he found Mundika who was sleepy alone to be a doctor on the 5th floor of the hospital. Time shows at 23:30 p.m. For some reason he longed for the pleasant expressions and actions outside the normal of most Emirati women that only Mundika showed. In retrospect, he rarely met the girl. But the aura emanated from the girl seemed to hypnotize her lips to smile.

"Sheikh..," Before Ali continued his words, Mansoor's right hand prevented the burly body of one of his guards from waking Mundika who was sitting in the guard room while half asleep.

*"Ali, Badr, I'd like you to buy me two glasses of cappucino *medium size heat and two packs of shawarma sold not far from the hospital."

Ali and Badr seemed confused by his master who suddenly gave instructions to buy food and drink with eyes and then resigned immediately to fulfill his Master's request.

"Alright Sheikh" Ali and Badr said at the same time.

After the loss of two of his retainers, now only behind Mansoor and Mundika, now only left, the man sat opposite Mundika and was just a long rectangular table looking at Mundika's sleepy expression. It was like finding something different in his life. There is a strong urge to get to know this girl. He took his smartphone and started recording the girl's behavior. He knew that his actions at this time were disrespectful. But what power, his heart asked...

"This is Sheikh" Within minutes Hashim and Adnan brought Mansoor's order. Of course with an addition to them.

"Thank you," Mansoor received the order he asked for and somehow the prank that came from where he deliberately put a hot cappucino in front of Mundika to surprise the girl who was asleep.

PRAK!

"Yes sir, I ordered the shawarma two packs!" Shouted Mundika who woke up from his chicken sleep. "Eh?"

"Pufhh..hahahaha..," Mansoor laughed heartily at Mundika's expression that was still delirious half-conscious. "Yes, here's your order, two packs of shawarma." He thrust out a package of food that was exactly the same as the Mundika delirium as if their hearts were synchronized in taste.

"Sheikh Mansoor?!" Mundika who had come to her senses from her complaint suddenly panicked when she saw the man she really did not expect her presence was now sitting in front of her. Since that ridiculous incident, then, he has been so strong to avoid the man and so far managed smoothly because he had a hunch that he would always act silly in front of the man as if an invisible wall called professionalism collapsed powerlessly. Apparently his logic as a human being lost to the logic of the Almighty so inevitably he had to deal again with one of the children of the Emir of Dubai. "Oh no, I must look ridiculous again in front of you." He also covered his face with his ten fingers.

"Hey, why do you think that?" Ask Mansoor who is currently trying to control his laughter.

"Because for the umpteenth time I can never be professional as a subordinate to his superiors to you," Mundika was surprised by what he said was exactly the same as what was in his feelings.

"Didn't you like meeting me?" I don't know why something was pinching pain in his chest.

"It's not like that..," Mundika said, Mansoor has moved from his seat.

"When I wanted to invite you to talk for longer, but it seems like you are very busy with your duty," Mansoor seemed a little disappointed by Mundika's subtle rejection. "I bought you a shawarma and a glass of hot cappucino. May they accompany your duty.., good night..."

*"Good night..," Reply Mundika. Was I wrong this time for this guy? *Mundika's complaint in her heart while opening the shawarma package that Mansoor presented to her. As he was about to thank her, Mansoor and his two bodyguards had already disappeared from before him. He felt bad and would express his gratitude if he met the man again.

"Badar," Mansoor's facial expression turned serious again after leaving Mundika alone in the 5th floor guard room.

"Yes Sheikh" replied Badr.

"I ask you to schedule my time to meet Majid bin Dalmouk. I have something to talk to him about."

"Good Sheikh."

***

"Majid, do you have a sister named Mundika?" Mansoor asked who was busy with feeding his pet eagle children inside a special cage of eagle children.

"What are you asking about him?" Majid raised next to his eyebrows. "True, I have another mother sister named Mundika. From the name alone it shows the difference..."

"Not why, just wanted to ask..," Mansoor kept his back on Majid.

"You are the umpteenth person to ask Mansoor such a thing" Majid replied, waiting for Mansoor's response. The man who is famous for his cold and irritable smile was his best friend when taking education in Sandurst, England. There must be something important and crucial why he was invited to meet at this place.

"Oh yeah?" Mansoor pretended to be calm. In his heart he was surprised. A lot of people ask about the girl. "Why is your sister still alone?" Curious next. It is only natural that Mundika attracts the attention of many men. The girl was unique and different as Majid had said because she felt it.

"I asked you first what was your reason for asking that question? I can answer that." Majid who was quite grumpy because his best friend could still calm down finally put his white eagle in his cage.

"If I told you that I was interested in your sister would you explain it?" Mansoor turned to Majid and approached and sat next to him.

He already guessed! Inner Majid. During this time many men retreated to fight for Mundika because of the actions of his two sisters, Maitha and Haya. It was not that the two of them could not accept that Mundika stepped over them but that they still could not accept the presence that Mundika was their sister born to a mother who seemed to snatch the love of her father by saying that Mundika born to a mother who is not a native Emirati. But the truth is not like that. He as the eldest brother could only sigh deeply at their behavior. How can they get a soul mate if it hinders the soul mate of his own sister? His complaint.

"Rethink your intention again Mansoor" said Majid. "You are the son of the Emir of Dubai, what would happen if you married a half-Emirati woman like my sister while many Emirati men who were about to propose to her resigned regularly after knowing her mother's background..."

"What happened to the Emirati? After all legally legitimizing your sister is still the Emirati and the daughter of Dalmouk Al Hassimi," Mansoor replied firmly. "I am not like my older brother Ahmed who, in order to keep the leadership baton from my father, must marry the pure Emirati who is in our extended family."

"I don't know where you know my sister from, but think about your intentions carefully Mansoor" Majid let out a long sigh. "I was the first person who wanted my sister to be happy after what she had been feeling and experiencing. If you want to ask me if my sister is a good-natured girl? I will answer that she is a girl who has personalities both inside and out more than other members of our family. If you want to ask if my sister has good manners, I will answer that she has far better manners than all of us because of the upbringing of her mother who came from Java, he said, one of the tribes in Indonesia that upholds manners more than the nobility here. So please Mansoor, if you can't be his protector, even if you're Emir's son, I'll ask you to back out with respect."

***

Mansoor is on his home page. A lot of things got in his head after listening to the whole story about Mundika. But somehow his little heart said that he should be with Mundika. Yet every time he met various women, none of them shook his heart. What's up with all this? Has he fallen in love with that girl? Remembering their first meeting made him laugh. That girl is so funny what she is. So expressive it expresses its taste.

"What's wrong with this son of mine?" Suddenly Maktoum, Mansoor's father, came and leaned over to sit next to his son.

"Baba, Baba wants me to get married, right?" Maktoum was shocked by his son's words. At the age of 31, only his son this one is a little hard to convince to marry while his son who is old enough other has let go of their singles.

"Of course my son, do you have someone you want to apply for?"

"There was one of the daughters of Dalmouk bin Al Hassimi" Mansoor replied.

Both eyes of Maktoum sparkled hearing the name Damouk bin Al Hassimi. He had always wanted to talk to one of Dalmouk bin Al Hassimi's daughters. The man was one of the influential people in terms of business in his city. How lucky he would be to have one of his daughters as a son-in-law.

"Who is the name of the daughter of Dalmouk bin Al Hassimi who has caught your attention my son?"

"Mundika" Mansoor stared fixedly at his father. "Mundika bint Dalmouk, daughter of his second wife."

"Eh?" Maktoum was surprised by Mansoor's maiden name. How could fate play so much with him?

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