Sitting and waiting had never been my forte. Yet that’s what I’ve been doing for some time now. Sitting at the airport in a place I’ve never been to. Waiting for a person, someone of the most importance… and the suspense was killing me. With boredom.
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The ringing of my cell phone woke me from my beauty sleep. I answered the call.
“Yeah?” I said, trying to pull myself awake.
“Hey, it’s me.”
Andy. So nice to have friends.
“So you got the girl?” he asked.
I frowned as if deep in thought, but frankly, I was just half-asleep.
“No. The flight’s delayed.”
“How badly?”
“An hour now.”
He gave a hearty laugh.
“Worse happens all the time and you moan about being there for an extra hour.”
“You know me,” I said, yawning. “Can’t bear a single minute of waiting.”
“Well, you could always go out and see the sights,” Andy suggested.
“Ain’t worth it,” I harrumphed. “No better than staying at the airport.”
“Suit yourself. Want me to stay on the phone?”
“No need. I’d rather doze off for a bit.”
Andy hemmed. Me having a yawn of a colossal magnitude didn’t help matters.
“Suit yourself then. Roman sends his regards. See ya.”
He dropped the call. I put the phone away, kicked back and… dozed off. As if anyone would doubt it at this point.
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“Hon? Babe? Sweetheart?”
Where’s that voice coming from? Something… or someone… is rocking me back and forth? Wait, what’s that on my shoulder? …Then I slowly opened my eyes again. It was a dream. As expected.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” said the voice softly.
I looked up. Even though my vision was blurry, I knew it was her. Finally.
“Oh. Hi, Shori.”
“Shori? What?” she replied, giggling kindly.
Then it hit me and I was finally awake enough. I quickly sprung to my feet, grabbed her softly by the shoulders and just stared at her in silence. I wanted to say at least something but the words didn’t come, and I was standing there, mouth agape, looking at her.
Shorouq. My girlfriend. Hashtag romance killer.
“Ark? Say something!” she urged on. There wasn’t a hint of annoyance, only the anxious expectation.
Almost unconsciously I pulled Shorouq by the shoulders closer to me, one hand reaching out to cradle her face, and pulled in for a kiss. She gave in instantly. But whereas I came down on her with passion, she answered with being ever so gentle. We adjusted to each other in mere moments during this kiss that lasted for an eternity, or so it seemed. Finally tearing away from my lips, Shorouq pulled back from me slightly, looking in my eyes while I looked at hers. Suddenly, she let out an uneven sigh and broke into tears. Her eyes were wet, yet her smile betrayed her. These were tears of joy. As I wiped off a tear rolling down her face, Shorouq embraced me in her arms and buried her face on my shoulder.
“I love you,” she said, her voice shaking and quiet.
“I love you too,” I replied, running my fingers through her hair.
Truth be told, I never cared much about brown eyes. Hers, though, were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever had a chance to see.
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