What was ashamed of being surrounded by so many eyes, especially that of the girl I liked. She pierced me with a mocking glance, a look of someone wanting to have fun with you in public contempt. It was the first time where I felt in such an embarrassment, it was also the first time where I was subject to ridicule. And worse, they began to laugh, seeing me, all red, like someone allergic. How I wish this afternoon disappear cursed, but I could not. As nailed to my chair, I followed their eyes exulting with joy and humor. After a long moment of laughter, Amira got on my shoulder telling me.
- It is you like that?
- Who? I say, in a voice so disturbed.
She took up the laugh she slowed to talk to me and continued, making a small movement with the head.
- Come! Casanova!
- Casanova?
One of the girls, their band nerds intervened, hugging the guy with the black mat.
- There he is, Casanova! Hikmet's Romeo fine arts.
Looking at the bearded, with glasses so thick, I cried.
- Not ...
There Amira interrupted me, stroking my cheek tenderly.
- He is so cute! if I was not engaged, it would be my guy. Then, smiling at Hikmet, take off your glasses so she can devour your beautiful green eyes.
Hikmet, ria a little while and went on with pride.
- Amira Stop! I do not want another victim! otherwise we would be obliged to call an ambulance!
An ambulance? But for that he took? Brad Pitt or Gale Harold? It was not pretty at all. I always heard of unusual tastes of students of Fine Arts in clothes but I never believed that their bizarre tastes also infect their choice of men and women.
At first glance, this man, so thin and ugly with a beard, so wild and this mat that did not stop swinging for a good time like a little kid in elementary school, made me want to if I was willing to cut a pair of scissors.
was the prototype of a thug, an SDF model of the USA. Why USA? I do not know not: it may be because I frequently watched American series.
Anyway must go to Caesar what belongs to Caesar. According to his friends, of course, it was such a talented man, who was already selling paintings to hotels, and earned a good living with his chief works.
But wait, why am I talking about him? Whether a new Picasso, Gauguin, Delacroix, or, I do not care! If I took such a risk to follow my princess who has been a wicked witch, is to try my luck with her and not with his Ranma (well, true to the comic Ranma was fine).
- You're beautiful, Yasmine! he said, smiling and swinging his mat, but I'm a couple for now! and making me a wink, but now you're on my list of expectations, in case it fair with my girlfriend!
Amira, I shook my shoulder, laughing.
- You're lucky, you know?
As I could not break my head again with this bunch of nerds, I sprang from my seat and I left the cafeteria, without even stopping to speak with Amira, who kept calling me from their table, a right time.
Since that day, I decided to erase this girl forever in my head. But take a decision without applying it, was familiar. As my father, who always said no, but ended up succumbing to our whims, it may be why, as his marriage was messed up. It was not so strong, so tough and so decisive. Women would probably live with a man sweet and sentimental, but it may be tough, and not ashamed to say a non inevitable and irreversible.
What is clear, what I inherited this meant that not so tacitly. After an absence of two weeks in North Star, I started afresh again my feet there. I was happy not to get on this band of loser.
However, my eyes met those of my ex Fahmi, sitting in the back of the cafeteria with a new girlfriend. After having drowned in a flood of messages and son shot, he finally threw in the towel and continued his life. He was right anyway, life will never end on a single person. And those are only the masochistic romance, who burned their suffering, following the only person present at their eyes and perfect, where the percentage of possible substitution is zero. I was part
them. My eyes, they looked Amira, and my heart stopped beating when she spoke or smiled at me and touched my cheek. I also realized after two weeks of life, a housewife, I had more than feelings for her. I love. It was the first time I fall in love with someone.
I sat around a table at the entrance of the cafeteria. Alone, smoking a cigarette, I followed next Fahmi, lovingly caressing the hand of his new conquest. I was jealous, but not because I was quickly forgotten, but rather because he quickly found someone whereas me, I often saw the girl I loved and I dared not even make him feel the embers of love that tortured me more.
Tears had swollen my eye, but I've learned. I would not show me weak and vulnerable. I was in the depths of my soul, a hope that one day this girl will realize that love alone that I gave him. But how it would see such a passion as she was about to marry?
was always the question that bubbled in my head, and poisoning my life constantly. Look so sad and dreary, I turned my head toward the door and saw a nice jump from Amira Mercedes.
By following a careful look, I saw two kisses exchanged with a man of fifty, very elegant, white hair with a thick white mustache as if. She exchanged a few words with him and then shut his car door and walked to the cafeteria.
I pretended to drink my coffee, eyes downcast. But she stopped in front of me and addressed me.
- Hey! Hello you! it is a lease?
I raised my head and I replied without really looking.
- I had many exams to prepare.
- Yes, I see! Then
by depositing his hand on the chair opposite me.
- Are you expecting someone?
- No, not really.
She shrugged and continued.
- so I can sit.
- Yes, of course! "I said with emotion.
She sat facing me, began to tap the table with the tips of the fingers nervously and said.
- Hikmet Did not you see?
- No. I said, pretending to open one of the books of anatomy that I borrowed from the library.
Losing patience, she looked at his watch and said fine.
- is 18h ! the asshole he should be there for a quarter of an hour!
- Just wait. "I said, grabbing the flowering.
There, she tore the felt and cried myself devouring a worried look.
- What's happening? why I feel that you speak against the heart?
way I followed my gesture with a felt nervous and I cried.
- Nothing! I still have to prepare a review.
- So! my presence bothers you?
I shook my head no and I asked myself by daring to meet his eyes.
- It's your father?
- What? she said, frowning. Then she smiled and explained to me, but no, Hedi, my fiance.
mouth ajar shock, I stammered.
- Your boyfriend? and not wanting to believe. No, you laugh ...
She smiled and said with an air of sincerity.
- I swear! this is my fiance.
- But he is old ...
- Not so old! he was 57 years.
- 57 years? then closing the book, you're barely 21 years.
She put her soft hand on mine and then limiting myself to a firm look.
- These are not your onions! is my life, I do what I want.
- I call it an attempted suicide ... She cut the
speech, raising his voice in anger.
- This is a very rich man. With him, I'll swim in opulence, so I will travel and I live like a princess!
I let a laugh get carried away and I continued.
- So it's for money ...
- This is not just for the money! it is a good man I love. In identifying the
a jealous eye.
- Is it you're in love with him? She looked at me oddly
a long time and then crossing his arms.
- It does not concern you! and then love is not always the source of happiness!
laughing silently, I continued.
- Go on then, get married.
She laughed and said.
- I do not expect your blessing to do it! and holding my chin, you call yourself that? eh, for my girlfriend?
- No it is not ....
She interrupted me aggressively, throwing me a look so ugly.
- Listen, even if I were a lesbian, I would not go out with you.
And blocking my head between her hands.
- You're not my type!
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