I snuggled closer to the strong, rock hard very warm arm hmmm this was delicious I could sleep forever ..I wonder if I could have that doughnut My aunt used to make..now where did I put my neon bathing suit? I hope it still fits...when did Nike become so chic? Marshmallows and-
" can you ..uh move a little?" A distant gruff male voice invaded my swirling confusion of dreams/hallucinations; whatever I experienced whenever I took that evil pill.
My heavy eyelids won't cooperate, and I was pulled back to the dark abyss of sleep.
" Shaikha? Shaikha" a gentle nudge and that gruff voice again.
I grunted. What the fuck?!
"Shaikha!" The voice was a little annoyed now. I mutter an incoherent sound under my breath and try my hardest to lift my heavy eyelids. My mouth was parched and my head throbbing excruciatingly ,I needed water...and coffee, and a pain killer...a whole packet of them.
I opened my unfocused eyes slowly..I could see three of the man in front of me. Woah...
Thick longish black hair, curled at the ends, thick, incredibly long lashes and eyebrows.. He must be using a lot of castor oil! And amidst all that facial hair, a I spotted a single dimple in his left cheek.
"Wh-who are you?" I crocked.
"You don't remember?" He shock his head, smiling obviously in disbelief, and I see his imperfect crocked tooth, bad boy looks all the way so unlike Mubarak who's polished, and just perfect.
" no" I slurred. I was panicking, shit shit I shouldn't have taken that horrible pill which was pretty disturbing to the brain (according to my doctor and uncle Google) it causes amnesia and well it was like consuming a whole bottle of tequila ; you acted and sounded drunk.
" wh- uh what happened?" Talking was painfully hard.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, eyes moving from my face and lingering on my wedding finger. " nothing. Nothing happened" he smiled politely. " I'm Abdul Wahab by the way, nice to meet you"
And before I could react , he picked up his suitcase and left the plane.
I was finally back home, my family's home. Everyone was luckily out of town ;I was physically and emotionally exhausted, I didn't have it in me to talk about my failed marriage and divorce plans especially to mother.
After sleeping for what seemed like forever I finally awoke at 8 pm , depressed and hungry. I charged my dead phone, took a shower , put on a white tee and a pair of yoga pants and drove off Kuwait City.
I put my iPod on shuffle, rolled down the windows and sped off.
I drove aimlessly for a while , but then hunger became painfull and I desperately needed coffee. I remember my friends telling me about that new coffee place which sells good coffee down town. I headed there with the help of my car's GPS, those little places had the worst locations...
When I finally parked in front of the tiny cafe , it was busy inside but unfortunately there were closing, there goes my bad luck again...
Just when I was about to head back to my car I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw a close friend of mine.
" shayoookh, 7ayaach I know the owner we'll serve you!" We hugged and I ordered their special which was well..nothing special..overrated
We sipped our coffee and she did most of the talking ; and I was very grateful for the distraction. The warm coffee filled my cold stomach and I was slightly feeling better, the med finally wearing off.
" ambaih, do I look good?" She hissed.
" what?" I whispered back.
" salon wayhi? "
" 7ilo" I grinned. " whyyy?"
" this guy " she whispered. " omg I'm in love, he's right behind you bs la teltaftain omg la yesma3!"
" act casual, so who's he?" I asked , no idea who was the mysterious guy behind me and I honestly didn't care but I was trying to distract myself from my personal hell.
" Abdul Wahab Al Fulani" she whispered " mat3rfena? He drives cars, as in car racing ?he's our own formula 1 racer!"
" formula what?"
" shhhhhhh la yesma3"
I laughed. " calm down the music is loud in sure mu ga3id yisma3"
" bsir3a eltaftai! He's not looking" she nudged my hand.
I flipped my hair to the side and looked back casually and I recognise the all rugged and casual masculinity that was even bigger now in the smaller space.. and at the exact same time my phone beeped loudly indicating a text message...
To be continued ..
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