"ROYALTY GONE BAD" ✔️

Chapter 9 (Poor Asahd)

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Writer's POV:

After thorough cleaning of the apartment, till it looked great, father and daughter left the apartment to go buy necessities.

"We need a vacuum cleaner. The carpet and chairs aren't completely clean." Saïda told her father.

"Right. Add that on the list."

"Okay. What about clothes for Asahd? We were supposed to go with him."

"I watched him grow. I know his size in clothes and shore. And all he's getting is t-shirts, jeans -ripped- and normal, shorts, jerseys, sweats and sneakers, sneakers, sneakers. No expensive leather shoe or whatsoever."

"Oh my." Saïda giggled, "I get to buy my own clothes, right?"

"Yes. I'll do same. I don't really know what I need but I'll ask the shopkeepers."

"Okay, father."

Djafar stopped and turned to his daughter.

"And darling, you'll have to stop calling me, father."

"Oh, right. Dad." she mused.

"Good. Let's go."

"Will Asahd return? It's been two hours."

"He will. He has absolutely no where to go to."

"Does he know this address?"

"I think he will. It is clearly written on the outside of the door, and the inside. Even if he didn't mean to look at it, I think he'll remember."

"Hmm, okay. Hopefully. We have to buy new sim cards to stay in contact. Asahd bought one at the airport, after we'd arrived."

"Really? How did the sultan call him, then?"

"I think he biped the palace phone. It has this thing that enables you to recall the person from whom you missed the call. Like every other office phone, today, does. I bet you don't know about voicemail." she mused, trying not to mock her father.

"I'm not that primitive." he rolled his eyes, "But I admit, I'm very old school."

"Facts." Saïda finally laughed, "They surely guessed it was him and called back when we left the airport. Or, he biped the Sultan's personal phone. Either ways."

"That was wise."

"We'll get you a phone. A smart phone." Saïda laughed.

Djafar had never bothered to get himself a phone. Never. He was always in the palace and if someone had to talk to him, it was through an office phone in his room. He didn't want to evaluate. He didn't even care about new technology like every other person around him. He was the only person in that palace, that had probably never used a smart phone.
Even the sultan and Queen had personal phones and numbers which they gave to family members or really close friends.

However, no personnel of the palace, had the right to have a online account to whatever popular site. What happened in the palace, had to remain in. No one wanted people filming and posting pictures and things about the palace. They could do everything else, but create accounts. Of course some people, a lot, had accounts, but under anonymous usernames. No photos. Nothing. Try, and you were fired.

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Djafar and Saïda returned from the mall, Asahd wasn't back. It was past 6pm.

"Dad-" Saïda started, a little worried, but her father cut her.

"Asahd will come back."

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Asahd's POV: