*If divinity is not sinful i want it not, if words are not about you i will write them not* (I do not own this phrase)
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Leila's POV:
"Are you ready?" I said calmly as I checked my wristwatch impatiently.
"Chill Leila; it's 8:00am, why do you want me to be ready now?" She replied,
"Oh Well; it might have escaped your brilliant mind but the celebrations start at 9:00am, didn't you ask for a proper lie?"
"Oh shit, alright.. actually I'm ready.. but i must wait till my parents leave to the shop, they usually drive me.."
"Ugh.. alright, don't take forever.."
"No don't worry, they're gonna leave before the celebration, most likely at 8:20, something like that."
"Cool, I'll wait you nearby dash."
"Why There?"
"Why do you ask so much?? I won't rape you! And if you insist; because we don't want your mom to see us."
"Leila, I'm sorry.. It's just the first time for me to lie.. like ever."
"You don't have to apologize, I understand.."
I waited about 10 minutes before a brunette averagely-tall athletic girl in a Bordeaux sweater approached,
"Heyy, how do you feel?"
"Great actually."
"Shall we leave?"
"Yeah, let's Go.. "
We hailed a cab and shoved off, I couldn't miss the driver's surprise when he realized where were we going; it wasn't supposed to be a destination headed by two young ladies; not after all the rumors that have been launched about it anyways.
I turned my head to find Manar's body leaning against the door, she was completely mesmerized by the paths and roads around us, her wandering eyes were sparkling in astonishment while her lips didn't say a word.
"When will we be there?" Said Manar enthusiastically
I bit my lips for few seconds before adding: "we're almost there sweetie.."
"Sweetie my ass! ew ew ew, you know i hate being called such names, i find them so fake."
"Shhhh.. Manar.. turn down your voice.."
"Shut up you ass, you're always so calm with that evil smirk of yours while you get to see me agitated.. it's not fair.."
I allowed a weak smirk unconsciously; if only she knew what her smile does to my insides she wouldn't have said anything like that.. "ugh, the perks of being dominant.."
I was drowning in my own world when the driver's voice brought me back to reality,
"We're here."
"Thank you so much.." i paid then he left.
"Hereeee????" Manar said in a disgruntled tone of voice,
"Calm down you, we're not there yet.." i said sarcastically which obviously made her more upset,
"Alright Leila, you have 10 seconds to explain where are you taking me, I'm not comfortable with any of this." She said fiercely,
"Alright.. so.. we're hiking.."
"WHATTT??? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!! I THOUGHT IT WAS NORMAL WALKING!! I HATE YOU."
"Uhm, no you don't.. and it kinda is.. you know.. it's just, the car can't get us there, so we will walk a little bit before we reach our destination.. besides, you're wearing your black All star shoes, stop complaining."
"Well thank the universe, at least I'd be able to walk."
"Follow me.." i said with certitude,
"Like i have a choice.. hey.. Leila, you sure you know the way back right? I don't wanna be stuck here.."
"Scared Ms.Basem?" I said with a big ass smirk on my face,
"Shut up and just.. lead the way.. if we died here, i'll kill you."
"Wow, how logical.." and i laughed genuinely..
"Shut up, i mean.. i'll fuck you."
"Woah.. woah.. even better. You see we're alone here and.."
"EWWW JUST SHUT UPPPPP,"
"Don't worry Manar.. I'm an expert.. i've been here many times before, i like to paint in this place.."
"I'm sorry, it's just.. the first time for me to lie, or do anything like that at all.. and.. you have to show me, or at least tell me about it.."
"One day i will.. and.. it's okay.. i uderstand.. just have some trust in me.. everything will go exactly like i planned"
"I do.."
It took us 3.7 minutes before reaching a rocky downhill that i start every hiking trail with.
I looked at her to announce that we're finally there but it sounded like it wasn't hard on the 96 Tawjihi girl to realize that.. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her dazzle was evident in the raise of her lovely brow and that disarming smile of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hope and wonder. As I looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life and happiness. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful and wanted maybe a little irresistible in every single way..
At that very moment, I didn't want to be a hero everyone knows, and everyone talks about. I didn't need any supernatural power or a superhero costume, i didn't even need to fight the bad guys .. all i wanted was to be her backstage superhero, i wanted to hold her hand and fight the whole universe with her, i wanted to be the one that brings her a couple grams of hope whenever she's in need, whenever she's depressed or sad.. That look made me insist on showing her more of the hidden beauties behind this city's dull eyes, volunteer together, celebrate maybe Hawking's birthday, and all the other unimportant things that probably no one cares about but us.. i knew i was ready to bring out the worst in her and simply embrace it within my skin..
I've never been one of those fools who are blindly touched by the curse of love; making them oversight their beloved ones' mistakes.. I was completely aware of her flaws and utterly in love with them.. ready to endure all her insanity when need be..
"Hungry, Manar?"
"Uhm, no thank you, we better start our promenade.. don't you think? I don't want to waste time.."
"I'm glad you like the place, finally i could make you like something, Queen.."
"Are you kidding me??? I didn't know such trails exist in our city, wonder will never cease.."
"That what happens when a person fails to develop a spiritual relationship with the soul of their own country.."
"Ha.. the irony.."
"Anyway, we'll leave the bag here, it has everything in it, don't worry."
"What if it was stolen!!! We should take it with us!!"
"In the depths of those meadows?? Where no one is there but us??? HAHAH Interesting.."
"Stop making fun of me, you ass.."
"No one comes here except for farmers.. and they fear touching modern stuff like that. Especially because Zionists tend to visit more frequently now, and no one can guarantee what such bag can hold.. besides, it only has food.. so relax; if it was stolen, i'll get you something on our way back home."
"Who said i'll agree on you getting me anything, i have my own money."
"Will you stop jumping into conclusions, for heaven's sake.. you're so stubborn"
"And you're so Christian grey. Who do you think you are??? Haa?? I'm older than you."
"You're so beautiful when you're mad.." my eyes smiled with serenity,
She blushed and a low "hmmm" escaped her lips,
"Thanks, i guess.." she said nervously.
We walked the damp paths side by side in complete silence; allowing her to observe the beauty of nature and take all the pictures she needs to document those moments.. I don't hide that i used to hold her hands and make her jump to my chest whenever we needed to climb a cliff on purpose, even though she's even more athletic than i am, which for the record i ain't, not even a little bit.
We kept walking till we reached a huge oak tree where we decided to take a break for a little while, it was a sunny day in January which is not usual based on the climate of our region; the sunrays fell as a blanket of white upon the greenery. In their glow the nascent leaves of spring lie papery and delicate, drinking in the energy the trees crave. The air has the gentle heat of the new season, not warm, or cold, but tepid. On the ground lies the wetness of a recent rain-shower, red and yellow flowers were that last touch of an artist's brush.. The trees were alive with birds and squirrels. There was a relatively big rock lying underneath the tree where it was only fitting for two lovers to share intimate moments.. I invited her to sit.. with dry oaks filling the place around us, she hastily picked up one making sure i didn't see her, and a wave of silence reigned once more.
I played "shem al yasamine" on; one of the few songs that have so much meaning to me, my eyes were filled with tears for absolutely no reason and i tried my best not to let it show.. i wanted to take her in my arms and tell her how much i'm head over heals in love with her, then i remembered my promise about not annoying her with the touches that she hates in this promenade.. so i decided against it.
It was a spiritual moment for both of us, i could feel her heartbeats and she could feel mine.. although neither of us looked at the other, perhaps we were scared of the truth lying in our eyes, perhaps it was too soon, but i knew that stardust and black ashes were to combine.. merging her soul, one whole.. with mine.. perhaps it was the waves sent by an aura of that magma exploding from two hearts: one is scared to love and feel while the other was the heart of a black-haired dancing in the wind that the prior mentioned in her poems, a painter can only see colors, but at that moment, all a painter could see was an elegant love; colorless like those of the tragedies in every great story.
"Shall we leave?"
"Yes please, i'm hungry.."
"Ugh.. finally.. Ms.universe is hungry, hope you'd ever eat as much as you say you're hungry while we're texting.." and we both laughed as the wave of awkwardness finally ended..
"WHAT THE FUCK LEILA!! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO PLACE ALL THESE STUFF IN ONE BAG!! besides, i don't like strawberries.."
"Whaaattt!! Who doesn't"
"Well.. i don't"
"Okay, it doesn't matter.. we've got some cheese, beef, bread, fruits, jam, chocolates, lettuce and tomatoes, oh and of course red wine!"
"Woah woah, you're crazy!"
"Oh we're not done yet, i baked some pastry too"
"You're nuts,"
"Thanks ma'am, shut up and eat." I made her a beef sandwich with lettuce and tomato with a little cheese, and i applied some jam on a piece of bread for myself, we watched two farmers start a fire.
"Is it the first time for you to see a real fire?" i said while pouring her some wine,
"Uhm yes," she said quietly as she was watching the farmers collect the shabby twigs that were about to end in flames.
"Alright, enjoy, but hurry up we need to leave, it's 1:00pm,"
"Wh. What..?? Let's go!!"
We left Makrab as fast as we could realizing that the celebrations end at 1:30pm.
It didn't take me long to reach my house, I quickly checked my messenger to find a text message from Manar saying:
"Why didn't you hug me?? Under the oak tree.. why didn't you hug me! I waited for you to take that move but you just didn't!"
I hesitated before typing what I had in mind but I summened up my courage and I finally texted back:
"Because I wanted to.. but I couldn't. You said you hated to be touched, i wanted to give you the best experience there is.. and because.. because..
Because I love you.. yes! I'm fucking head over heals in love with you Manar.."
Welll hellowwww there, sorry for making it too long, the ideas are connecting in this chapter, anyways.. i hope you enjoyed.
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