A Royal Gift [part one].
A Scene From our Living Room / May 07 / Montréal, Qc. / Canon Eos Digital Rebel XTiShe comes in the house, locks the door, and stands at the doorway. She takes off her coat, hangs it neatly, and then tends to her snowy shoes. She lays them tidily in their allocated space.
She removes her hat, lifts both arms back up, and arches her back as she fixes her hair with a brisk brush.
She takes a deep breath, and lets out a long sigh as she glances across the room. She picks up her bag, removes her black laptop, places it on the coffee table in the living room, opens the lid, and turns it on. Then with a big smile, beautiful as ever, she comes and sits quietly next to him, hands cutely placed on her knees joined close together.
He was sitting quietly on the blue couch he hates so much, and from across the room, he could watch her as she elegantly unfolds. He was contemplating every sway of her unrehearsed ritual.
He was writing, his white laptop placed on his knees joined close together, and his legs were raised and resting on the coffee table in the living room.
He loved watching her. Everything she did seemed meticulous, special, and effortless. He lifts his head, looks her straight in the eyes, and smiles back at her.
- What? He starts.
- Habibi! I know what I would like to have for Valentine’s!
He smiles.
- This is a first. Since when do we celebrate Valentine’s?
- I know, I know, but I really know what I want for this Valentine’s.
- What?
- A Royal Python!
She smiles.
Her eyes glitter.
She removes her hat, lifts both arms back up, and arches her back as she fixes her hair with a brisk brush.
She takes a deep breath, and lets out a long sigh as she glances across the room. She picks up her bag, removes her black laptop, places it on the coffee table in the living room, opens the lid, and turns it on. Then with a big smile, beautiful as ever, she comes and sits quietly next to him, hands cutely placed on her knees joined close together.
He was sitting quietly on the blue couch he hates so much, and from across the room, he could watch her as she elegantly unfolds. He was contemplating every sway of her unrehearsed ritual.
He was writing, his white laptop placed on his knees joined close together, and his legs were raised and resting on the coffee table in the living room.
He loved watching her. Everything she did seemed meticulous, special, and effortless. He lifts his head, looks her straight in the eyes, and smiles back at her.
- What? He starts.
- Habibi! I know what I would like to have for Valentine’s!
He smiles.
- This is a first. Since when do we celebrate Valentine’s?
- I know, I know, but I really know what I want for this Valentine’s.
- What?
- A Royal Python!
She smiles.
Her eyes glitter.
[end of part one]
Labels: about her, everyday life
posted by _z. @ 2:22 AM
23 Comments:
Lek, mtaliba hayne martak eh? Hek katkoute zghire... Inno bitballish uff ya latif il n3oumiye! Shou hal 3al2a?
hum hum... ana hon, 3am besma3 ;-)
ba3den, betballech n3oumiyye w betdall, fi an3am men el 7ayye! ma byotla3 7essa!! w tkheyal el PopOPo 3am yel3ab ma3a, yiiiiiiiiiii chou cool...
She
'She' is cool!! love the red
Eh ma byitla3 7issa, wala byitla3 7isso bass tliff 7awlo w tim3aso w tikhin2o. Killo 3al sikkayt! Ktir n3oumiye! Ba3den ktir lazize iza ija la 3indkon nes, khassatan iza ma3on wled zghar... shou cool!
_z.,
when you do get the python, please share some photos with us.
ts ts, walaw! terbeyte ra7 tkoun, mich moumken tekhno2 el wled! Kaa mhazzabe w bet7ebb tel3ab :-)
nice chat!
nice.
and you think this was an unrehearsed ritual? come on, she's playing with you : ) she knows you like to watch, so she was meticulous, right down to the glitter in her eye. you are but putty in her hand.
god i love being a woman : )
I love how you love your wife!
(The walls of our bedroom are that kinda red. Isn't it cosy?!)
tony_
are you questioning her love for your kid? he's her friend, and wouldn't want "kaa" to hurt him :P
'She'_
thanks for dropping by babe... glad to see you write on here.
laila_
She is!
mee_
:) how have you been!
posh_
it is not a done deal yet.
shoesthatfit_
my friend! We (men) are not so naive (I think :S)...
do you not agree that the paradox "unrehearsed" and "ritual" are revealing of that? we call your game!!! we just can't resist it :(
furthermore... the story is not over.. stay tuned!
red_
I too love how you love your man... and the way he loves you back. One of my favorite online couples.
I love this red... very soothing indeed. we have it on the walls of our living room.
This is hilariously grand.
I want the next episode ;))
By the way, since the dialogue made me laugh, i checked tony bey's blog, and wow what a nice surprise, especially during ''these'' beiruti days, it's like stepping out and walking in a nice , well, nice and green space .
I can't thank you enough for making me discover through your blog this toney bey's blog, i am reading it with eyes wide open and it makes me feel less miserable and lonely about, well, you know what.
On 14th February i went alone to the Sehha (place , au centre ville) , with a heavy lebanese flag that i paid 10000 lira, my mom cannot walk, it was my first time 14 feb in Beirut,i stood there alone, among people that i didnt recognize, listening to leitmotiv speaches , i even was risking to be hit by an angry full-testosterone-man who refused to go down and respect the security workers, and of course i had to express myself and tell him that it has nothing to do with his'' roujouleythou '' manhood, to respect the order and that we arent here to make a meshkal '' fight'' and to prove our virility but we are here to commemorate.
I can feel the premise of a civil war, i sense it, i taste it, even the crowd that are supposedely gathered for the same ''purpose'' or memory are antagonists and ready to beat each others.
I stood at the end among the security order men, who were amazed that i just came for Rafik Hariri's memory and nothing else, that i still cannot recognise the different flags of our different movements.I talked with a woman from Akar,North, who was very open minded, i was able actually to be free in my talking, i really expressed myself.
They killed all the brains, no one can make a decent memorable poignant speech like Sami Kassir or Gebran Tueini, a simple touching direct speech in plain lebanese arabic.
And i returned alone, walking from the seha to home, soaked under the rain.
I know most women are just satisfied to have the "one-eyed snake".. but to ask for a Royal Python is something else.. w 7ad el 7aye froch w nem.. cheers
you're really getting a python??
HOPEFULLY ...
She
I'm anxious to meet the Royal Python!
_Z,
When your wife starts monitoring your blog, you're dead man, I know that for a fact! :d
Hey Z_
that post was a reply for the most recent post in the following blog:
http://libanismes.blogspot.com/
My reply isn't targeted toward the content, rather the "finger pointing" and the "low level argumenting" methodology involved when lebanese "discuss" politics.
By the way.. Really, are you getting a python?? aren't like even a bit scared the thing would wake up in a bad mood and... hehe
python as in P.Y.T.H.O.N???!!!!
seriously??!!!
wow! :)))
Mx9,
lol!
rima_
glad to have been of service. Tony is my childhood friend. you're expected to like him :P
zerolando_
wait for the next text.
She_
mmhmmm
Pat_
you just have to be in town. You're never here man! how was Brazil?
mmmmmmmmm_
She's always around... never says much...
krys_
I know :)
posh_
lol yourself...
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