believe in destiny, I am refusing to contribute in one way or another to the weaving of a large part of his life. Is to accept defeat when it arises without reacting, but also give up and leave by submitting a vague metaphysical never get tired of taking the volume in the depths of our souls.
It's just like a belief that was born under a lucky star or not, that luck would have chosen in a nascent phase post a person at the expense of another, without any justice or logic.
For me, luck is not a bulk of circumstances and opportunities solemnly to a person for the beauty of her eyes, but a complex set of signals found throughout, and we must decipher at the right time. And therefore are lucky, those that fit perfectly and blend with the environment and its metabolism.
Why address the topic of luck and destiny? Simply because I was not ready to let go with Sahar. I told myself that if she came out with another girl, it's not necessarily because I lacked luck, but rather as a result of my reluctance.
I was not as ready to let go because I felt that this girl interested in me, and that in case she was my girlfriend, it could be between us two.
So for the first time in my life, I was determined to fight to the end to have him at my side, to have it all to myself instead. But to get there, we had to eliminate this barrier, called Mouna, a girl of 24 years, with long black hair and green eyes, which I was piqued at a time when I was lost in pseudo love. This diabolical idea playoff
not obsessed me after having a conversation face to face with Sahar. That was the same day, where she introduced me to his girlfriend.
was half an hour, just after me drool this revelation morose. I did not say a word when she was announced. I just smiled at heart cons, then I headed to my two friends, who greeted me warmly, thinking that I had perhaps his phone number.
- So that's when you start dating?
Leaving a cigarette package.
- She has a girlfriend.
- What? Nawras said. By lighting the cigarette
, I added.
- She goes out with a girl.
- Who? That with her?
- Yes!
Cyrine, stroking my hand and said softly.
- Do not worry darling, we will find you another.
But our discussion ended when Sahar approached us and spoke to me.
- Yasmine Excuse me, is what I can tell you about a moment.
Nawras, made me a little wink, and Cyrine only smiled. So I got up and I followed the general portal the cafeteria.
- I ... I felt as if you were a little intimidated! threw me she with difficulty.
In seeking to meet his sweet look.
- But not a bit surprised, but ... and swallowing my saliva. But I'm happy for you.
Watching me at length, she smiled and said.
- Thanks. Then, hesitating a moment, I hope you find a girlfriend so quickly.
laughing slightly.
- I'm in no hurry.
Shaking their fists, she murmured, drawing back a step.
- Well, then I go, my girlfriend waiting for me.
soon as she turned away, I cried.
- Do you love him?
She stopped there, then just turning his head toward me.
- I like it, and then it's only two weeks we go out together, so I take my time to know her even more.
However, she did not ask me about why I asked this question, she drew a small smile and went to his girlfriend.
His coming to me was thus a sign of affection she bore to me, but she could not show since she is now engaged. And I do not know why since I got rid of a banner calling Amira, my attraction to her grew more and more. I found it even more beautiful Amira, and much softer. And this attraction
pushed me far as to decide to destroy his relationship with my rival. It was nasty, but in love there are always a winner and a loser, and I was convinced that I would be the winner in this game.
But I did not have a plan in mind to operate in this direction. Only four days later, I walked in and Cyrine Giant with Nawras, a pretty promising idea came to my mind. It was
of window shopping at the entrance of the hypermarket until it stops at the entrance of the shop Benetton. There, a serious Cyrine shirt liked so much that she decided to try it. There was plenty of people in the shop like it was a Saturday afternoon. And since we could not find a salesperson available, three of us headed to the cashier, who was in charge of this outlet, but we were not sure when he was a man or a woman. His face was creamy, beautifully plucked eyebrows, lips shiny and pretty pink, the arms also plucked, but dressing a male work place: a green sweater and faded jeans.
- Excuse me sir! but we wanted to try a shirt.
a voice quite hoarse, but while laughing like a woman, he said.
- One minute please girls.
then leaving the bar, and cheering, shouting.
- Mouna! Mouna! down, there are customers down.
Barely two minutes, the saleswoman went down the stairs to the small deposit, and seeking to meet his eyes I realized she was the girlfriend of Sahar.
It was a little surprised, but she remembered my face. How could she forget of course after having stared an unpleasant look the other day as if she sensed that I present a threat to his marriage.
- Oh, hello, do not you're friends with Sahar? she said drawing a smile from boa.
By pretending to smile, I replied.
- Yes, and you his girlfriend!
A little ashamed, she murmured.
- Do not cry out loud, eh! then trying to look Cyrine, then this is what shirt you want to try?
- The display in the window, the rose.
- Ah agree!
Then went with my friend, to the entrance of the shop and I stood with Nawras near the cashier, who kept chewing a piece of chewing gum. It was pretty weird guy as pretty and had a chest thrust. He noticed my curious eyes and drew a smile and said, laughing.
- Everyone looks at me strangely because of my chest.
I said nothing and I turned my head towards the corner of fake jewelry, where a piece of paper stuck to the wall attracted attention. It was an ad looking for part-time saleswoman. And without thinking very
, I asked the cashier.
- Excuse me! looking for a salesperson?
He smiled and said.
- Yes, are you interested?
Without turning his tongue seven times in my mouth I said.
- If not already taken, why not.
He smiled and replied calmly.
- There is barely an hour we had stuck to the wall, and you're the first to come to the announcement. Then, swallowing his saliva, so if you're interested, you come back tomorrow morning for a little chat with the boss.
- Ah agree it's cool!
There Nawras pulled me by the hand and wondering astonishment.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I want a job at halftime.
- You make the medicine, have you forgotten?
I let a small grin to slip from my lips saying.
- Well, yes, but I never attends the course so earn some money is better than hanging out in coffeeshops.
She looked at me a while unconvinced and continued.
- You have a small job ...
- Singer in a restored once a week or two? No thank you!
There, the cashier's eyes lit up with a glow of admiration, and he cried.
- You sing?
A little shy, I said.
- Yes, sometimes!
- In Arabic or ...
- English often.
- Oh that's cool, I too am a singer, I have a small group, often singing songs blues, and laughing, but it has not enough means to release an album, you simply sing at weddings, rotten pieces in Arabic. And leave me without a look interested, I'm Majdi, but I prefer to be called Majida! hihi, Princess Majida!
Then came the counter and placed his hand on my shoulder, telling me.
- If it does not bother you, you could sing me a small piece of your choice?
I hesitated for a while but I ended up singing the refrain of an old song from Alicia Keys.
Amazed by my voice, he drew a beautiful smile and exclaimed excitedly.
- You got a really nice voice! and making me a wink, you'll have this job, if you accept to become a member of my group, we need a female presence hihi! whatever I consider myself as wife hihi!
was really a funny man of 28 years, with whom I became good friends over time, a transsexual singer in the evening and a very effeminate salesman by day. Once
Cyrine left the cabinet fitting, she approached us and made a trip to the manner of a mannequin and said.
- So, is it me? "
- A marvel! Mouna said, wishing make him buy at any price for his commission.
I was speaking in addressing himself to Mena.
- You do not other colors, I think the white suits you best.
There, Majdi, supported me by saying.
- Well, well, you take say so! and talking to Mena, in fact, I think we found our new vendor! and patting me on the shoulder strong, here, and laughing, what's your name sweetheart?
- Yasmine!
There Mouna grew of all colors, and lost his tongue. She was not alone in fact, my two friends also were, and they also knew that I had a plan behind the head through this supposedly want to work as a saleswoman.
The next day was therefore the first day in my new job. Around 10am, the shop had opened, and I headed toward the small room reserved for staff in this shop. There were four including the cashier.
So I closed the door behind me, wrap me in my work uniform, and there, the door suddenly opened and closed so quickly. I jumped on the spot, and turning my head with dismay, I met a look as angry as a bull bullfight. It was
Mouna, burning with rage and was injecting a look increasingly uncomfortable. By not meet all the hatred of his little face unobscured I said.
- A knock at the door before opening it ...
Without letting me develop my sentence, she said with great anger in his voice.
- I do not leave here if you explain to me why have you chosen to work with me in the same shop? and mobilizing me a venomous look pretty, do not look for me, ok? or I swear you will regret it!
