Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
The day continued on with running small errands here and there. And with a blink of an eye it was night. Before he could even get to my side I reach in the back and grabbed as many bags as I could and ran to the door.
I hear him bust out laughing as he exits the car. I place my hand on my hip know exactly what he's laughing at
"Habibti, if you wanted to carry it you could have just said so." He clears his throat trying to calm down after that fit of laughter.
"You and I BOTH know you would have snatched it out of my hands." He places all the bags in one hand as he puts the key in and unlocks the door.
We kicked off our shoes and headed into his room since he had most of the bags.
He turned all the nights on and it kinda threw me off at how the room looked
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Everything was in order and folded. Not even a single particle of dust can be found. Does this man even sleep here?
"Okay." He says while placing everything on the ground.
"These are mine" He moves three of the bags to the side while looking in the others " annnnd these are yours." He slides the rest over to me
" Tomorrow will be super busy the crew will be coming over at 3 just to make sure we arrive on time." He gets up and walks into his closet with his bag
"So what is the purpose of two dresses?" I ask while resting my back on the floor
" When we enter there will be photographers. Some will be asking questions like I said this is a very high profile event everyone important will be there." The sound of drawers opening and hangers sliding full the silence once he stops speaking.
"You'll have a masquerade mask on that's the main theme for the picture but once we get inside you can change into that dress so it's more comfortable and you won't have to wear the mask either since no one is allowed into the building to take pictures."
He walks back out and stands above me.
"Hm okay, well as long as no one can recognize me I'll be fine." He raises an eyebrow as I sit up and go to grab the bags to head into my room.
"And why is that?" I stand up and stand by the door only for him to still hold the same face as if I said something rude
"Well Aahil, I don't know if you noticed but you are well known. I, on the other hand, am not. I don't want rumors going around that can possibly fuck up my life." I smile at him and start to open the door.
"Oh, so women don't like the public eye then?" He smirks, you know, if I wasn't going to be in front of cameras tomorrow I would headbutt him into next week.
"No, not all women are like that. Some have a life to live. I'm just a simple girl from Seattle. Why do I need my face in the tabloids?" I open the door and I hear footsteps behind me. I quickly turn around to see him staring dead at me.
"You know, I don't know what it is about you but I can't seem to put my finger on it." He says while leaning against the wall.
"Well, Mr. Top Shot, when you figure it out let me know. I, on the other hand, have to head to sleep before I form bags that can't be sold." I walked into the room I was staying in and closed the door behind me. He might be able to just get up and go
Nope, not me. I need my sleep and time to prepare
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Thankfully I was able to sleep in a little bit more. I think it's 11 at least that's what the clock said when I looked at it.
I quickly hop out of bed so I can start my day. Seeing as how I only have a few hours I'll have to get ready for the event.
To say I'm nervous doesn't even compare to how I feel. I just hope I don't fall in those heels. Word of advice from a best friend of mine ' don't be a dumb ass and not work in your shoes you'll buss yuh ass'
After washing my face and brushing my teeth I head down into the kitchen to get something to eat. And I'm taken back by someone else sitting at the table.
It was a woman she had long dark but shiny black hair. I couldn't see her face but I just knew it was a girl. Aahil was sitting on the other side of the table and our eyes met as soon as I came closer to them.
I hear a chair push back and footsteps rush towards me.
"Good morning habibti." He said with a thick accent. I turn around to face him and he gives me a slight smile.
"Good morning Aahil," I say lowly while turning back around to pour myself a cup of coffee. Before I even get the chance to grab a mug he pulls one down from the cupboards and pours it out himself.
"Here also, my sister came by a little bit earlier than I wanted her to, but she offered to help you get dressed. If that's okay." I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone else.
"Yeah, sure I'm fine with that. Is she not going to the event?" I ask while taking a careful sip of the coffee I almost spit it out forgetting I didn't add anything to it. One thing about me is that I do not enjoy black coffee. I've tried almost everything it's simply too bitter for me.
He chuckles at my reaction and swiftly grabs the milk in sugar from their designated homes.
" Yeah she's going but she lives two hours away so she brought her stuff to also get ready." I mix everything together and take another sip. satisfied with the taste, I close my eyes for a quick second.
I walk over to the table and sit down so I can properly introduce myself.
" Hi I'm Jamila and Aahil tells me you're his sister?" I say while placing my mug down. She looks up from her phone and gives me a wide toothy smile almost as if she wanted to bring me into a hug but she resisted.
" I heard a lot about you he has not shut up since you guys met. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Anisa Ahils' older sister." I shake her hand that she had out even though this isn't a formal event some form of greeting is better than nothing.
" I'm not surprised for the longest time I thought he was stalking me because somehow he just popped up wherever I was." She lets out a laugh and I see him glare at her to stop but she doesn't.
" I'm honestly really surprised that times must have changed little brother huh?" He rolls his eyes
" Are you guys going to continue to talk about me as if I'm not here?" I take the mug up going for another drink.
" I don't know that all depends. Are you going to call Yumma?"
" kanat tilk hi almarat alati lam tastatie fiha 'iibqa' famik alkabir mghlqan" ( hat was one-time Ansia you couldn't keep your big mouth shut)
"Well, how could one do such a thing when you snuck out to go?" Before I could even process what was going on a box of tissues was thrown across the table flying straight into her face. I had no clue what he said but I'm sure she was about to say something she wasn't supposed to.
She throws the box back at him, This is what sibling love is huh?
