Tuesday, December 7, 2038
Adab 2-2 Tumbra
Adab scorers: Yargab (20’), Yissakar (79’)
Tuesday, December 14, 2038
Zwangzug 2-2 Adab
Adab scorers: Barzani (65’), Akaptaha (74’)
Snapshots of the lives of the people involved in Adabian football and those associated with them
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Chapter 64: The Eyes, Emma, They Never Lie
Alulim Sinmuballit had faced his share of unexpected things and unforeseen challenges in life, but none of them prepared him for this. He never expected it to happen this way; maybe, he thought, he wanted this to happen, but not this way. He had never imagined it to occur in this manner, and especially not in times like these. In his mind he would be the one to take the initiative, once he felt ready and brave enough to do it. She never displayed much interest in things like this; a modern, rebellious woman was not the first one he’d expect to invite him to plunge into the traditional, age-old institution of marriage.
Yet, when he turned his head around to face Emma Arthur on one knee, extending her empty hand to him with a simultaneously unsure yet determined expression, the reality hit him quickly. His eyes caught Emma’s, and for what felt like an awfully long time they were locked in an uneasy silence, almost not moving, Alu’s eyes scanning Emma’s stance as if still not believing that she had gotten down to one knee, Emma taking in Alu’s surprised, wordless face, knowing she had done the thing she wanted to do but wondering if this was all a mistake all along.
Alu’s mouth opened just enough to reveal his teeth, rising behind his dry lips, but still nothing was said. His head lowered ever so slightly and slowly as his eyes focused on Emma’s extended hand. His own hands ached to move, maybe to reach out to hers, maybe to just simply move instead of remaining bizarrely frozen like a statue. But they did not move, and as time passed, every second feeling longer than the one before, Emma found her hand empty still, and the figure of Alu towering over her, barely reacting.
And when there was finally a reaction, it wasn’t what Emma wanted to hear. Alu spoke first, managing a short sentence in a half-whispered tone, so surprisingly cold and almost uncaring. But even colder was the darkly slow shaking of the head as he uttered those words. “What is this?”
She pulled her head back slightly, her neck tightening and eyes narrowing as she took stock of the reaction. “Wh- what do you mean ‘what is this’?”
Alu could only shake his head again, but this time he did it more rapidly. “Emma, I…” he trailed off, his tongue jutting out to quickly wipe his lips before pulling back into his mouth. “I… I don’t understand…” he trailed off again.
Emma tried to maintain a composed front, but inside, as she found her gesture greeted with little more than confusion, she almost wanted to chuckle. But chuckle she did anyway, although it came off as half-hearted and sad, one chuckle lasting barely a second before stopping, then followed by another which had more or less the same duration, never linking together to form even a perfunctory laugh. “I…” she began. “I asked you to marry me.” Her tone was flatter now, with no color in her voice. The reality had dawned on her, and she – as half-hearted as ever – began to withdraw her hand, lowering it to her side. Her eyes left Alu’s face, traveling down as her lips tightened and her teeth gritted quietly. “i…” she repeated, “…asked you to marry me.”
“You know…” Alu had now composed himself just enough to continue, but his breathing was clearly heavier. “…Emms, I love you, and, uh, I’m… honored,” he put an emphasis on that latter word, “I really am. It’s- it’s just that…”
“No,” Emma nodded. Now it was her turn to wipe her lips with her tongue. Her eyes had now reached the space between Alu’s feet and her head was bowed, “you don’t have to speak. I understand. I- maybe this isn’t the right time to do this. Huh, stupid Emma at it again. Bubblehead,” she chuckled again, her mouth opening and widening. “Sorry if I’ve taken away your precious time.”
“What? No,” Alu raised his voice, taken aback by Emma’s lingering downcast tone. “Emms, look, it’s not that-“
She raised her knee off the floor, head still bowed and avoiding directly gazing at his face. When she was fully standing, she bowed even deeper, almost to ninety degrees, like a servant to her master. “I’m sorry. I’ll- I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
“Emma- no, look, don’t go-“ He finally reached out to her, but by this time she had turned around and rapidly made her exit, disappearing into the nearby hallway.
Adab lineup for World Cup Qualifiers MD11 (December 21, 2038 vs. Montesina at home) and MD12 (December 28, 2038 vs. Legalese away)
Starting lineup: Chandrasekar, Altun, Enmerkar (VC), Akshak, al-Maliki, Arthur, Emmita, Orlev, Akaptaha, Yissakar, Yargab (C)
Substitutes: Shulgi, al-Tikriti, Issou, Thomas, al-Muntar, Samanu, Uhwan, Zambiya, al-Kufa, Barzani