…It was my fifth bottle of whisky. I‘d never drunk so much. I missed her a lot… My vision was blurred, my head ached and my stomach was sick. It was a windy spring night; I went out to have some air. I was in the front yard when someone opened the gate. For the shape, you could see it was a woman. She walked to where I was standing. I could hardly see her, though I could smell her. It was a familiar perfume, jasmine, just like the one she used… She stood in front of me, I could feel her breath, the warmth of her body… she kissed me…it was her. I couldn’t let her go…
The sun light woke me up. I was excited, there were many things I wanted to tell her… I wanted her to see our child, but… it wasn’t her. I woke Sanaubar up. I told her to leave and to never mention this to anyone. She did what I told her. We never talked about this night again. I felt embarrassed for what I had done. I had betrayed my friend, and that’s something I would never forget.
A month later, she came to talk to me. I couldn’t look at her in the eye, I still felt embarrassed. She told me she was carrying my baby. I couldn’t believe her. May be she was pregnant of Ali’s child, but she told me he hadn’t touched her since they got married. What was I supposed to do? I told her to make him believe it was his baby. And she did so.
Months passed, and I could see my biggest mistake grow in her belly. Remorse. That was what I felt when I saw Ali, so happy, telling everyone he was going to be a father. I decided to tell him the truth.
He was working in the garden, cutting the grass, I told him I needed to talk to him, so he stopped his work and paid attention to me.
“There’s something I need to tell you”, I started.
“Yes, Baba agha, what is it?”
“You…” I tried to start, but he interrupted me.
“Baba, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you and thank you for everything, you are a great man and my best friend. I appreciate everything you have done for me. ”
He was making it so hard for me to say...