I thought that I forced myself to forget..... But now it seems that I just forced my mind to move on from thinking about it... It seems like I forgot...but...I'm ....."
The pen fell on the ground while Lisan was lying on her bed, leaning on her notebook, sleeping.
It was as if she had been working in construction all day long, exhausted from thinking. Or maybe she was sleeping to avoid thinking because it was painful. Remembering it was painful, talking about it was painful. Not facing it was even more painful.
She looks like a little girl who got tired of playing all day, then fell asleep in her father's embrace, clinging to him as if she feared his departure from her, or perhaps she feared sleeping alone.
Her gentle features make a person feel comfortable, something that Lisan herself lacks. Long eyelashes, pink plump lips, and a nose that seems to have been drawn to fit her round face. Her black locks cover her thick eyebrows, as if they were a painting, drawn to take your breath away and steal something from you while you are in the height of happiness, that you were being robbed. She is a wildflower that perfumes the air with her fragrant breath.
It's morning and as usual, Lisan wakes up at six. She takes a shower and dresses in her usual ornate dresses. She's an elegant Victorian lady. She prepares breakfast for herself and leaves a note for her parents, considering it a lucky charm for them. "The lilac will bloom in another place today, I hope my scent reaches you."
Lisan checked her wrist as she left the house, the scratch doesn't seem to have healed yet. She didn't look happy about it. She headed towards her car in her pink dress, hoping that her day would go smoothly.
She rode in her car, then her phone started ringing.
The caller is Lujain.
She answered the phone.
Lisan: Good morning, Lujain.
Lujain while driving her car somewhere: Good morning, I wanted to ask you about something. It seems that I will need your father's help with something.
Lisan: Just call my dad then... (laughs) You're more shy than necessary.
Lujain: You're making fun of me... I just wanted you to be by my side while I make the request.
Lisan: Euuuh,okay, okay... I was just kidding. Let's meet at home tonight then. Oh, you didn't forget about today, did you?
Lujain: Oh, it's Frounda's birthday today, I haven't forgotten. I won't forget it ever since I did it to you last year. (laughs)
Lisan: Don't remember it again, and you gonna see. >>
Lujain: Alright, let's meet tonight. I'll end the call now.
Lujain ended the call and then parked her car in front of the Faculty of Arts and Humanities. She got out of the car and it seemed like she went inside the college.
Lisan arrived at her workplace carrying two cups of coffee and some sweets in her hand. She headed towards Kareem's office.
She knocked on the door but nobody answered. Then she opened the door and entered.
Lisan: He hasn't arrived yet.. umm.
"Ahem, ahem,'' Kareem did it.
Kareem: Good morning, my dear.
Lisan: Oh, good morning Kareem. It seems like you're running late today... Ummm.
Kareem as he enters, heading towards his office: Hmm, I wonder who left me extra work yesterday... umm,
- he smiles.
Lisan holding the coffee in her hand: Here's my apology. I already had breakfast but I'd like to share another one with you.. would you like to accept?
Kareem, blushing: "Of course, I'd be happy to."
Lisan and Kareem were enjoying their desserts together and exchanging small talk when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Kareem and Lisan at the same time: Please come in.
Lisan smiled at Karim, and after that, Reem entered.
Reem: Oh, good morning. I knew you were here, my dear. You have a visitor.
Lisan: Hello, visitor.....Um, who?
Reem: Oh, I don't remember his name. It's, well... ummm...I forgot. Sorry
Lisan stands up and says, "Oh, I don't know how you manage to do well in your studies with such a bad memory."
Lisan: Okay, I'll go now, Kareem. Don't forget to ask about me from time to time.
Kareem, with all shyness: "Ah, okay."
Lisan left while Reem was still staring at Karim, wondering why he was too shy to talk to Lisan.
Reem: Oh, you have this side too...
Kareem in a cold tone: "What side? Don't you have work today?"
Reem: It's good that I have worked with Lisan.
Then she left muttering: "Is he in love with her?"
While Kareem is rubbing his face and repeating to himself: "What's wrong with me...I'm just getting nervous in front of her...Ah"
Lisan entered her office to find a man waiting for her.
Lisan: I'm sorry, I thought I didn't have any appointments today.
The man turned towards her and said, "Oh, sorry, I came without an appointment."
Lisan: Ah, that's you.. Mr... Ummm...
Bibars: Oh, Bibars. My name is Bibars. I don't think I introduced myself properly yesterday.
Lisan: No worries... So, Mr. Bibars, how can I help you?
Lisan sits across from Bibars.
Bibres: Okay. I think I'm here to apologize for what I did yesterday.. and also... um...
Lisan: Ah, no problem.. I think Rula is behind your coming here. I already told her. No need for that.
Bibars: Oh, no. I wanted to apologize when I saw you again yesterday. But... I don't know how... ummm... I'm just... um...
Lisan: What do you mean? Again?
Bibars: I'm talking about this, -pointing to the wound on her wrist.
Lisan looks at the wound, then at Bibars, feeling confused, and says: "What's the connection between you and this... Um..."
Bibars: I think...I think it's because of me. When we were on the plane...umm, I wanted to apologize but you disappeared suddenly.
Lisan: Are you a dog or something?
Bibars: I'm sorry, I have a phobia. You were sitting next to me on the flight. I think I held onto your wrist more than I should have. I'm truly sorry.
Lisan looks at the wound and then at Bibars, puzzled. She says: "So that's it... but you're a real jerk. If you had made some effort and apologized in time, maybe....................................... well, forget it. Is there anything else?" and she looks at him sharply.
Bibars: Oh no, I just wanted to apologize, sorry.
Lisan: Alright, thank you for coming. You've to learn to apologize at the right time then. The impact of the wound can sometimes be more painful than the wound itself. Please, go ahead. -She points to the door.
Bibars's face showed regret as he left, murmuring to himself: "I think I went too far, and she didn't even accept my apology."
As Bibars leaves, Lisan watches her wound and says, "How foolish I am. How can I sleep anywhere? Oh my God. This is embarrassing."
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