Fiyameta

Trip to hell!

''In the name of female race, what part of going to Dubai with your dad is bad?'' Henok asked disbelieve clear in his voice.

''Exactly!'' Fiyameta snapped. ''I'm going on a business trip with dad not a romanic one.''

''Girl, it is really wrong to go on a romantic trip with your dad.'' Henok said.

''You are being of no help. Why did you call anyways?'' She asked throwing her favorite pair of shorts in her suit case.

''To say hi.'' Henok replied almost immediately. They have been on the phone for almost two minutes now.

''I got the message I'm hanging up.'' She said and hanged up without waiting for his answer.

Fiyameta is the typical Ethiopian girl with her big dark brown eyes, dark choclate skin and hair that is always on alert mode. She was the kind of person who have answers to almost everything said to her.

But right now Henok, her almost always horny friend who amazingly had a brain, was right. But she hated her dad's business. For her, it lacked the adventure of work and creativity.

Her dad, Ato (mister) Lasta, was one of the richest people of Ethiopia. Lasta industries was well known in Ethiopia.

''Fiya make sure you pack normal clothes not trash.'' Her mom, Seble Mekonen, shouted. Fiya groaned loudly. She hates wearing anything which not a short, tshirt or converse. And her mom says that is trash.

She recalled her conversation with her dad before a couple of hours.

''But dad I don't want to go.'' She whined for the hundredth time in the past couple of minutes.

''Look Fiya, I know  you don't want to go but this deal is very important to me. It's a huge success  and I, your father,  need help from you to do so.'' Ato Lasta said with a calm tone.

Fiya let a long tired breath and just stared at her dad. As being Ethiopians, they were speaking in Amharic, the official Ethiopian language.

''Sweetie, I told you it is really important to me. I need to take someone I trust the most to translet for me. It's English we are talking about.'' Her dad said and walked out before she said anything.

It's true. Her dad, Ato Lasta, is fluent in Amharic, Guragegna, Tigrigna , Somaligna and other local languages. He also speaks French, Spanish, Russian and Arabic very well. But English....psht... he wouldn't understand even if you cut off his ears.

''Are you done yet?''

Her mom's voice brought her back to the Earth. Fiya nodded and zipped her suit case. She had everything she needed and their flight was in less than an hour.

She hugged her mom tightly. Being 5'8, Fiya mostly have to bend to hug people. She tried to give her mom a puppy-cutie face and escape since her mom had Ato Lasta rapped around her little finger.

''Don't you try young lady it's not working with me. Now move your lazy butt.'' Her mom said giving her a stern look. Fiya groaned loudly before going down the stairs and she could hear her mom chuckling. You are so dead, mother.

The flight to Dubai wasn't that long. Fiya and Ato Lasta were taken to a penthouse in an expensive hotel.

''We need to go shopping.'' Ato Lasta said after they settled down.

''Is it part of the business we are here for?'' Fiya asked not looking away from her laptop. The wifi is yummy, call me addict. She thought.

''No but I don't want you to go on an important meeting with me looking like that.'' Ato Lasta said. He usually don't have problems with Fiya's dressing code but this time he was pretty series.

Fiya sighted loudly for her dad to hear and stood up following her dad to the mall.

$$$

''Dad , this thing is extrely uncomfortable not to mention to tight and so much skin on show. On top of all abnormally long. I feel stupider than barbie.'' Fiya whined for almost the hudredth time since they came. Ato Lasta knowing his daughter was very patient and laughed at Fiya's weird expressions making her angerier.

But the sales lady was practically ready to rip Fiya's neck any moment. ''Excuse me sir. I have some things to finish so I will send someone else to help you if that is okay.'' The sales lady said smiling forcefully.

''Sure, no problem.'' Said Ato Lasta. Since Arabic was an official language of Dubai. Ato Lasta didn't find it difficult to communicate with others.

''Dad I'm not buying a dress.'' Fiya said in a finality tone and shook her head violently.

'Then what do you want?'' Ato Lasta asked.

''Would you buy me what I want?'' Fiya's eyes were so hopeful.

''As long as it's proffesional and not weird then yes.''

''Mama mia!'' Fiya exclaimed happily and changed to her shorts and t-shirt. She went to look for something that is formal and her. Not a good combination even for words.

After almost fifteen minutes, Fiya came back holding some clothes.

''Try it on.'' Ato Lasta said a little distractedly.

Fiya's first choice was a black and white stripe mini skirt with a sleevless white top. She putted a black leather-ish coat and completed her look with a white coverse wedge

''Not as bad as I anticipated.'' Ato Lasta nodded approvingly. He looked at his daughter lovingly. Fiya was his only daughter. He has a son, Surafel, but Surafel wasn't his biological son. Ato Lasta and Seble couldn't have kids at the beginning, so they adoupted Surafel. After a couple of years they went to the hospital and were blessed with Fiya.

Seble wanted more kids but the doctor said it might have side effects on her and Ato Lasta wasn't ready to take the risk.

''As you said proffesional and not weird.'' Fiya bowed a little.

''I'm not sure about the weird part though.'' He said and gestured for her to change to the next one.

Fiya's seconed choice was a high waist pencil skirt that ends right on her knees. She mached it with a blue black shirt and a sleevless grey cardigan that was a little shorter than her skirt. To finish the look, she wore simple black balerina shoes.

''You look like a girl. I'm proud of you.'' Ato Lasta said grining. He paid for her new clothes and had to paid for her new collection of nail polish.

''We will go and meet Mr.Harun Albasri tomorrow.'' Ato Lasta said.

Okay ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow we have a tip to hell! Fiya thought.

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