Salma and I Part I

One afternoon while I was doing our inventories in the store.

Her: “Baby, you’re very busy huh.”

Me: “Yup, I hate these links though. I’m not really good with excel links.”

Her: “Baby, my goodness! Habibi (love in Arabic) is there at the cashier!”

Me: “I don’t want to look anymore….that ring bothers me.”

Her: “I’ll look for you okay. Let us wait.”

Me: “So?” (Still not looking in the direction of the cashier)

Her: “Oh my, oh my, he’s looking this way, he’s looking this way!!!”

Me: Smiling quietly.

The store phone rings….I answer.

Her: “Baby, baby, look.”

Me: Busy on the phone talking to Faraj.

Her: “I have to tell you something!”

Me: “What?”

Her: ” Why didn’t you look at him? He was looking at you when you went to answer the phone. I wanted you to see for          yourself !”

Me: “Not today.”

~ by zenindra on October 6, 2007.