The Lord's Concubine
Welcome Home

"Already, Sameera. Instead of you crying like this, you should pray for the King to be fine" Zian said, breaking Sameera's embrace.

Sameera nodded his head. "Yes, you're right, Zian."

Zian approached Farra and introduced her to Sameera. "Sameera, meet, this is Farra. My wife-to-be" said Zian, clutching Farra's shoulder.

Farra again threw a smile then extended her hand to Sameera. The woman was shocked to find out that the woman in front of her was Farra. The woman who had managed to melt Zian's heart.

"Ja-so you're Farra?" sameera screeched as she reached out her trembling hand to greet Farra's helping hand.

Farra nodded her head, still with her warm smile. "Yes, I'm Farra."

"Oh, God. I'm sorry, Farra!" Sameera rushed to embrace Farra's body. The woman felt guilty for hugging Zian in front of her.

"It's okay, Sameera." Farra patted the woman's back gently.

Next day.

"How's the condition? Has there been any progress?" zian asked Sameera who was still faithful waiting outside the room, where the King was treated.

"It's still the same as yesterday, Zian. The doctor said that the king had a mild concussion due to a hard impact on his head" Sameera said.

"Yes, Lord .. May he be well," said Mr. Ameer with a panicked face.

Zian had just arrived at the place with his parents. Not only Mr. Ameer and Mrs Khalifa, but also Mr. Khalid who had just arrived in their country, to visit the King and wanted to know how his favorite daughter, Sameera, was doing.

Mr. Khalid approached Sameera who was sitting in the waiting chair with a disheveled face. The middle-aged man stroked the top of Sameera's head gently and sat down next to her daughter. "How are you doing, son? You're okay, aren't you?"

"Sameera's good, Dad. But ...." His face looks more and more wrinkled. He stared at the room where the King was being treated with teary eyes.

"Confirm, Son. He'll be fine, for sure" he said.

Right at that moment the King's fingers began to move. Slowly the man opened his eyes and then spread his eyes. The nurse who was standing guard in the room immediately called the doctor for further examination.

"Oh my God, my head!" he screamed at the King, holding his aching head.

The man realized that it was not just the head that hurt, but almost his entire body. Even now the King's right leg is cast because his leg bones suffered cracks due to the accident. Not to mention the minor injuries that adorned the entire body.

The king grumbled to see the condition of his body. He even began to get angry, unclear. Not only dizzy, King also began to feel nausea in his stomach due to concussion that he was experiencing at this time.

After the King calmed down, the Doctor returned to his room. Slowly Sameera approached the man's bed then sat down beside him.

"Lord, I promise to continue with you until you are fully healed and return as before." Sameera grabbed the King's hand that was full of scratches then stroked it gently.

***

A month later, the king was finally allowed to go home. However, he still had to get further treatment at his home. While Sameera kept his promise to the King, the woman even kept the man for an entire month in the Hospital without complaining in the least.

"Today we're going home, King. How you feeling? You must be happy, right?" Sameera tried to comfort the King who had been silent since a thousand languages.

The king turned to Sameera for a moment and after that his gaze refocused forward. "I miss my baby" replied the King.

Sameera let out a long breath. Actually, Zian, Farra and the baby were waiting at the man's residence to surprise him.

"I'm sure your baby misses his father right now."

The king turned his head back towards Sameera who continued to develop his smile without getting bored. "really? Can a baby also feel longing for someone he loves?"

"Of course, it's just that they can't say it."

Finally there was a faint smile on the king's disheveled face. His heart was slightly comforted after hearing the answer from the woman.

Not long after, they arrived at the front yard of the King's residence. After the driver helped the King out of the car and put him in a wheelchair, Sameera rushed to greet him.

With a bare face, Sameera pushed the wheelchair that the King was sitting in entered the magnificent building. Right in the main hall, Sameera stopped her steps.

The king smiled broadly when he saw Farra standing with her little baby who was now almost two months old.

"Take me closer, Sameera. I want to hug my Son" said the King.

With pleasure, Sameera brought the King to Farra. Farra smiled warmly as the King approached her. After the man was in front of him, Farra immediately handed the baby Raffa to the King.

"Dad misses you so much, Raffa."

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