Minding my own business, I got into the elevator, pressed the button indicating the 3rd floor and checked myself out in the shinning mirror doors. The elevator stopped on the 2nd Floor, I froze right at the center, my feet refused to move, my eyes dried up as I looked into those grey brown eyes, watched as he's mouth curled into a smile...mine mimicking the smile and I felt a drool almost come out at the side of my mouth.
'Can I come in?' he said with a strong Arabic accent.
'mmmhmmmm!!!' is all I could utter as I slid to the slide of the elevator.
'your also going 2nd?'
'yeah...yes. the Berlum.' I whispered unintentionally.
Seemed like the longest ride.....till when the elevator suddenly opened . The air transformed to a rich aroma of sweet spices, herbs and beautiful Arabic music playing in the background.
'have pleasant dinning,ma salaama ' he said
'thanks' I whispered again, I don't know why I kept whispering...... I walked to the corner seat, sunk into the deep comfy seat, enjoyed the exotic ambience and opened the menu, scanning through the wine section.
After an hour I was still seated by myself, my date had texted to let me know that she was running late. I sighed and ordered for more Khubz (bread) and butter. I nearly stuffed my stomach with the tasty Khubz, as I stuffed some more into my mouth I heard that sexy drool say 'al salaam a' Laykum'
I turned around and found those beautiful eyes looking into mine, I nearly choked......and remembered to chew, swallow deep breathes, thought of what to say, finally managed. 'Hello, thank you!'..... why the hell was I saying thank you???????????
He asked whether he could join me since he noticed I was dinning alone and he was also alone and wanted to talk to someone. The waiter was already carrying he's drink on a tray, placed it on the table and walked away. He asked why I was alone, I explained my dilemma and he told me that he had just gotten into the country, came to Berlum for dinner and fortunately for him, he found me...... all I could think about is 'he found me'. I started saying a million thank yous to God and I asked if I could miraculously understand the accent....... as I drifted back from my prayer...... we had a wonderful conversation, a song played, he translated, he also translated the food on the menu with so much passion, we had some Maqluba, he convinced me to take some tea, Maghrebi mint tea. From where we were seated the sky filled up with a full moon, once in a while hiding behind dark clouds. He was a wonderful speaker, the accent made it more exciting as he described Dubai and I described the Maasai Mara since he was on transit to the Mara. I thought to myself, this is what dreams where made of as he laughed at my silly jokes, smiled and placed his palm on top of my hand, I felt as though I was in an electric chair, the sparks spreading to places I didn't imagine would come to life.
My girlfriend called me, told me she couldn't make it. Imagine my response........... we later went to another club next door that played a mix of Arabic music and English music. Most of the music played was slow, sensual and he let me lay on he's chest as our feet moved in sync. I couldn't remember the last time I had slow danced but dancing at that moment was just perfect. This dream was just too perfect......... the night had to end.
I leaned on the car door, told him what a wonderful night I had , I fidgeted with my keys , turned around to enter my car. He gently put his arm around my shoulder, whispered in my ears 'hawa ghamar' I had no clue what that meant but it sounded so sexy.... I turned around, looked into those beautiful eyes one last time, kissed his cheek and entered the car.
I got home, called him... off course I took he's number! we had another long conversation as we both lay in separate beds in different locations but it seemed as if we were right by each others sides.
I began drifting off to sleep, the last I heard him say was 'ma salaama walah hub'. In the next two days, those were the words I drifted off to sleep too.
On Saturday morning he stood at my door, helped me load my bags to the taxi, we were on our way to Maasai Mara. He wanted me to show him the beautiful wildebeest migration i had described so passionately and he would show me Dubai in return.
Miss Di
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