I signed the yellow sheets of paper. The pink walls desire peace.
I,war.I breathe heavily the air of metal and medicine.
The soft courtesy and the wilderness.He emerges from the passage wearing his glove.
Leather and ink.
I looked at him and smile.
Embraced him, my hands supporting his chin."Ladyship...... Move from my way" he said in his fury.
It doesn't affect me. I am happy to see him.
I followed him to the car, he looks around.
There is a scratch on the hood. He keeps his eyes attached.
Now he looks at me. His OCD?
"Are you alright Lady? " he asked instead.
I just smile,Love over madness.
"We are going Home" I tell him.
"This is not my Home" he denies.
"This is Home" I retaliate.
We entered our apartment.
He has his particular stare on me.
"You know I did not want to do this" I spoke desperately trying to explain.
"yes of course ;you Ladyship never want to continue, we do. Like always and forever"
I wrapped my scarf.
"Al-Souffian " I gulped.
He does not return to me.
"Al-Souffian? "
"What! " the same wot.
I could not tell him.
"Lunch? " I said instead and moved the plates uncomfortably.
"Broccoli? No broccoli " he shook his head.
"Why not? " I asked. He loves broccoli.
"I do not like color Green today" he gathers his brows, something about the color in the simplest manner causing him irritation.
"We have all things Green" I placed the soup ahead.
"We can have potatoes. I will have potatoes "
"Potatoes? I am the pregnant one here"
He looks at me. Neutral.
He ate bread and butter and a small spoon of jelly he swallowed with water. He wiped his fingers on the black dining cloth. Rubbed his forehead.
Uneasiness.
Short breaths.
Long stares.
I closed my eyes tightly. I have to do this.
"Al-Souffian? "
"Did you get my blanket from the hospital? " he questioned.
"Yes"
"And the Black glove? "
"You were wearing it. I saw you wearing it when I was signing the discharge papers "
He finds the glove in his bag.
"Al-Souffian....we must leave, our car is here"
"Car is here? To where Ladyship? "
I caught my nerves.
"To Home. To Dar-Al-Maqamah "
His pupils dilate. A soft surprise.
My eyes filled with water.
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The Elahim Brothers
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