Kho,This TN Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

Y'al Babour, Ya Mon Amour, Kherejni Men La Misère

It was nighttime when Gee and Frankie sat by the shore drinking tea, looking at the glittering waves that shone by the moon while listening to Reda Taliani, their favorite artist, a part of them was grateful that things have been settled between Frankie and his father, he's back under his roof but they miss sleeping together "Rak chayf ya Gee, b7ar berk w nta fel Jenna ya kho." Finally spoke Frankie after a warm sip that cleared his throat and a cold meditation that ravaged his mind.

"Cha te9sed?" He asked curiously for he didn't get Frankie's cripted words

"l'Europe ya zin, ghir l 3in zer9a w l'Euro, wahed ma ya7agrek." He explained, still fantasizing about a far future.

"Wah, bessah l'Europe li yegderelha, l Visa may9blouhalkch a sahbi..." Gee tried to put on some sense into him.

"Wachmen Visa, mazalek niya zin? L haraga sadi9i, yakoulni l 7out khir ma yakoulni doud!" Frankie rejected, he's been thinking about this for too long to go back from his decision.

"Chawala? Wa9ila nta m9awed f rassek, rak tchouf chabiba ki raha tmout? La a khoya ma triskich, atfeker ghir chibani w chibanya ki yesralhom kan kach ma yesralek." he grabbed Frankie's arm angrily without noticing.

"W ana li 9oult Gee rajel w ghir howa li yji m3aya, mafihach mala?" he questioned to be sure.

"La. Ghir hadi na7iha men rassek w berka ma tel3ab b 3omrek rak ghir sghir"

"Haya ya kho w'Allah ma tendem, nroho ghir ana wiyak, n3icho la belle vie, 9oul ih berk w men ghedwa ndebro boti." Frankie insisted.

"Mou7al, oublie 3omri, ghir hadi li ma tessrach, w loukan trouh w tmout ma nesmahlekch Frankie" Gee warned him with way too heavy words for Frankie to bear, it hurt his heart to hear this, he could tear up now just in front of him but he chose to focus on better things, here he was being comforted, Gee truly cared, and this is the first time someone ever cares about him, worried about his safety. He felt less alone, and at that exact moment, he realized what he really wanted; to never let go of Gee, that he would do every and any thing to protect him, a simper found its way on his chapped lips as he looked at Gee's worried eyes "Malek? Cha kayn?" Gee asked as soon, thinking he's not taken seriously.

"Walo... Saha ya kho." The simper turned into an honest felt broad.

"La wellah la tkhaberni, malek ted7ak? Ana 9albi rah yekhroj men khal3ti 3lik w nta ted7ak 3liya?" Frankie caressed gees cold cheek and moved on.

"Khssara 3lik chbab. Aya amchi nroho, dok l 3jouz dirli 7ala f dar..."

"9are3 chwiya yerham bouk, nedi chwiya kawkaw l Samir, rah mhabelni." sighed Gee wearing his cutest smile as he walked to the Targui to get some mixed nuts, Frankie watched him and thought about how adorable Gee looked. They walked the empty streets and talked a lot, mostly about sports and expensive shoes, "Ta3ref l barah kount f YouTube n7awes nchouf match ta3 MCA, aya ghlet w ktebt MCR, l9it wa7ed l mousi9a a Sahbi fort, li yghani rah wahed marikani ysemouh Girad bessah y3aytoulah Gee kifi!" said Gee in a childish tone, Frankie couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Asma7li ya kho makanch kima Reda Taliani."

"Wah nichan." They kept walking until they have reached Building 13, where Mikey lived, they wished each other goodnight but Gee called Frankie again, "Frankie, nsit bah nakhabrek, ghedwa rani machi l wahren, cha rayek tla7e9ni b tomobil ta3 bouk, menha ta7wisa ghaya, mnha nzid nchoufek..."

"Makanch mouchkil hbibi, ghedwa nreglik." Frankie tried to hide his anger, but couldn't, Gee can't go, no not now, he still needed him, needed his smile and warmth and all the hope he gave him. The goodbyes are bitter, they deserve hate. Frankie, in his father's old car, waiting outside Mikey's house, where, at the door gee was saying goodbye to his family, it was five in the morning and he had no sleep, he couldn't sleep, he was thinking, he thought and thought, then made a phone call, the one he kept hesitating about this whole shit year "Haya ya kho, hadik hiya." Frankie started to lose his patience, feeling that he is so close to freedom.

"Wah rani jay." Said gee as he placed his package in the back, to take his place on the passenger's seat, waving at Mikey's children who were standing at the door as the car slowly moved. It was a long road that Gee spent mostly sleeping, until some hours later he opened his eyes and looked around him, he tried to remember his first trip, but could not notice anything familiar in this new road he is facing, he has never been here before, so he started to worry "Frankie, jabli rebi ghlet f trig..." he stated almost hesitating, searching for names in this empty road.

"Awah, hadi hiya tri9 sadi9i." said Frankie, taking his hands slightly off control.

"Bessah les plaques rahom ygoulo Annaba!"

"Hadik hiya."

"Hbelt wa9ila, 3lah jebtni l Annaba?!"

"Bach lyoum ne9t3o l b7ar, talian tounadi ya chbab."

"Chawala? A hawji 3la had l mahboul cha dar fiya, 7abit takhtefni, ah Frankie? w ana dayer fik confiance?" Said Gee in an angry, shocked tone.

"Assma3 Gee, ghir nta li ma nkhalikch moraya, nrouho w ma 3andek 7ata choix wahdakhor, l boti y9ela3 Bina lyoum 3la la7dach... Rani m3ak ya kho, haja ma tesra..." Frankie tried to comfort Gee's worries, and hit the pedal faster, tried to focus on not turning back ever again.