Atypical June: part III

As I placed the cigarette on my under lips, he did the jerkiest thing ever. He threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it; quenching the fire on the top.

“I don’t want to see you smoking any more, I swear you’re gonna see the other me” he threatened, angrily.

Jed, why is he acting this scary and it’s the first day I meet him. I’ll pull back my words, I don’t want 100% of this world like him.

I felt tears finding their ways on my face, I never been threatened like this. No one ever cared, 7etan my father he never said stop smoking or anything. None cared except my friends.

“mm, sorry Jood. But I don’t want to see smoking, walla mo zain walla” he said, slightly brushing my back with his hands.

I burst out laughing at my wrong name, “mo Jood ya 7’6y” I said, as I continued laughing.

“3yl?” he asked confused. “June, 6th month, 3rfta?” I teased. “la2, fhmeny akthar” he winked, laying on the counter.

“shafahmik akthar?” I raised an eyebrow.

“6af, 5aleny at2amal shway bil chef-d'oeuvre ily jdamy” he said, staring at every inch of my body.

“MBARAK” I said in femininity, shyly.

“a5 ya 8lby” he screamed.

“shfeeh galbick?” I ragged.

“s2leeh” he said, as he placed my hand on his chest.

“6a8a8a galbick” I laughed. “a55 ya 7lw hal ‘67ka” he muttered. “cham teswa?” I tried to start a flirting conversation. “thlath , arb3 Dananer(1)”.

“mle8” I hit his shoulder, weakly.

“LUNCH” screamed Lulu. I quickly walked to the door after Mbarak, he stopped for a second. “yala mor” I said.

“3eb, ladies first” he opened the door for me, what a gentleman ha?

“thank you,” I blushed.“your welcome, 7..”.

We went over to Lulu's chalet, it was crowded, noisy but we enjoyed our meals. I sat across mbarak and Sara's beside me, while the others around us. Every now and then, I look at mbarak finding him staring at me. I burst out laughing when i see his burger, still wrapped.

"Mbarak" called Nassir. "shfeek, ekil".

"la yu3an 7a8 shy thany mo burger" he said, winking at me. I quickly Choked while laughing and drinking my coke, hopping no one saw him. I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me.

Until next time...
Dananer(1): plural of Dinar; Kuwait Currency.