Him and Her 6

As soon as he saw her get into the car, he sent her an email:

Latifa,
This is my pin XXXXXXXX, add me. We need to talk

Even to himself he sounded so arrogant, he knew she was too proud to take orders from him but he was desperate.

He had known she was special since he first laid eyes on her, standing in line with the creep behind her. She was so nervous, with her hands clenched as she stood there. He couldn’t take his eyes of her, her flushed face and tense shoulders made him want to swoop in and rescue her. Unfortunately that didn’t go as planned and he felt so foolish, but couldn’t believe his luck when she walked into his class. She sat there giggling with her friend and he felt his heart beat a little faster, she looked at him and their eyes locked before she turned away blushing. He knew who she was, and that was reason enough to stay away from her but he couldn’t seem to help it. It was a long time since he felt this way; since he swore to himself he would never get attached to a girl again. Something told him this girl was different, although she wasn’t classically beautiful there was something about those gorgeous eyes of hers, which showed her hidden emotions that she tried to hide from people that he couldn’t get out of his head.

He tried to keep his relationship with her formal but he realized it want only him who was affected by these emotions, he could see she was too, biting her lip nervously and blushing whenever she was near him. He had to admit is was a refreshing change from the new style of girls he met in college who were so upfront about their interest, giving him their phone numbers, pins etc which he was shocked by since he’d been away from the country for a while.

He found himself looking forward to those classes where he would see her and even went to her house hoping he could catch a glimpse of her, but since that day she was avoiding him, he couldn’t help but send her and email. But today when she walked into class he could sense something was up, she didn’t even turn to look at him but he knew her well enough to know something was wrong. Seeing her get into the car with that Rashed guy and her friend made his blood boil, calm down there must be a reasonable explanation, he thought but still he found himself heading to his car.

He raced through the streets in the direction of Latifa’s house until he saw them; he stopped at a slight distance until he saw her get out of the car. He stepped out of his car and she turned to look at him with an extremely annoyed expression on his face.


“Salam 3alaich Latifa” he said, as calmly as he could.
“Ou 3alaikum el salam, bas inta shu tsawee hnee? Are you stalking me or something?”
“Ha? Ana stalking you? A9lan intee shu tsaween rakba fl sayara ma3a wa7ed nafs Rashed hal m’3azelchy”
“3ad intee a5ar wa7ed tetkalam, you’re engaged and sending I miss you to me, how dare you!”
He could see she was truly hurt, he ached to grab her and kiss away that hurt look, but all he could do was watch her march to her house, tripping once on her abaya and cursing.
He loved her, of that he was certain.