Halima steps out of the Peugeot 206 and slips the key into her bag. She switches off her phone's mobile data as she exits the Google maps app. She looks up at the hotel, Fauchon L'hotel Paris. With a deep breath, Halima prays.
Allahumma innee as'aluka min nuhoorihim wa a'udhubika min shuroorihim.
That being done, Halima enters the hotel and checks in. She's given her room key. She takes the elevator as their bellhop follows her with her luggage. Once in front of the room, she opens it and the only word that comes out of her mouth is wow.
The room is painted powder white, the wall behind the large queen sized bed in a dark shade of gray. By Halima's left, ash drapes which have been pushed to the sides reveal two windows that take up almost the whole walls with powder white frames and a thick transparent glass adorning them.
In between the two windows sits a wall fluorescent lamp encased in powder white body. The floor is in a shady gray that's a tad bit lighter than the shade of the wall behind the bed.
The wood holding up the bed is covered in gray silk shiny material that is tucked underneath the bed in the space in between the bed hoister and the smooth gray floor. The bed is covered in white bed covers with four fluffy pillows encased in white pillowcases leaning against the jet black head board. A white duvet with rose colored center covers most of the white bed cover. Two pillows with different shades of purple, blue and gold arranged in an array of arrows lean against the white pillows. In front of the bed is a small ash coffee table with newspapers on it.
By Halima's right is a large ash wardrobe with double doors. An ash oak door stands a little bit away from the wardrobe and it leads to a bathroom with alabaster theme. The hotel sure know their colors because the mixture of the colors is beautiful.
As Halima looks through the windows, a beautiful indoor pool looks right back at her. She crinkles her nose in disgust as she watches people randomly jump in the pool. Don't they think of allergies, the germs in the water and whatnot? Aren't they disgusted? What if one of the random people swimming farts in the pool? Or worse even urinates in it? Ew!
She arranges her luggage in the wardrobe and takes a bath. Afterall, she'll be in this hotel for at least three months. She needs to be ready as tomorrow, she's starting her brushing up classes. Giddily, she gets dressed in mauve pajamas and wears a violet beanie.
Halima looks through the three small books sitting on the bedside drawer. One contains the menu of the various foods available for room service. The foods all have various weird names. One catches her eyes, Carne Asad - a Latin American cuisine, the menu says. Marking it, she checks the drinks session and sees another that catches her eyes - Stracciatella. Without wasting time, she orders the food by their various numbers on the menu. She can't pronounce the names to save her life.
The food arrives in less than ten minutes. She takes a look at the food, the almighty Carne Asada is just a grilled sliced beef steak. But damn is it looking tantalizing. Then the Stracciatella is a mouth watering ice cream.
Shrugging, she rolls the sleeves of her pajamas up. She's here to enjoy and learn new things and one of the things she needs to learn is the taste of different foods. She starts with the Carne Asada. Resisting the urge to moan she closes her eyes to savor the taste. So freaking delicious. As she finishes, she pushes the plates away and goes for the Stracciatella.
It's even better than she imagined, way better than her chocolate chip sundaes. She can't even start to compare. Enjoying the freezing goodness melt its way down her throat she drags her laptop and decides to enjoy the morning by watching one of the various movies ranging from Korean movies, American movies, Chinese movies, Japanese movies to animations even.
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