Adoring him in his absence

I put on my red blouse, carried my laptop, as a common practice of most youth nowadays, and left home with no real sense of time. I had the desire to walk alone.

Night fell swiftly and I was too over-thinking to observe it stretching over the road ahead of me. I got into my preferred restaurant, not for its quality but rather for its fine furnishings that recognize me the moment I enter, with its blue walls holding me.  I walked up the steps to sit at my favorite table by the window near the air conditioner. Perhaps I chose this table as it was near the plug so that I could easily connect my laptop to power supply. you smiled at me; you were sitting in my favorite seat.

I sat down calmly overwhelmed with pleasure of you being here. I was a teenager and stubborn. You disapproved of me going out at such late time. You blamed me, not considering that I wouldn’t have unexpectedly met you if I had not done this.

The waiter, who was standing close to our table, approached. Perhaps he wanted to ease the situation a little or perhaps he wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t be extremely gallant to leave me go out alone, especially so late at night.

We chatted till late with not the slightest attention to other customers staring at us. My main concern was you were with me. It was too late and if I didn’t go back home, I might find the police searching for me everywhere in Gaza.

I didn’t tell him I wanted to leave as I really didn’t want; However, I only switched off my laptop and put it into the bag. I reluctantly did this just to alleviate my mother’s deep concern and cease my father’s great fear for me.

Then, the waiter approached.

– Anything else? 

– bill, please. I’ll pay.

I looked at him. There was a smile on his face, and he didn’t care that I am leaving him.

The waiter stood in front of me as he was surprised by my words. Finally, he went off muttering some vague words that I couldn’t hear. After a short while, he appeared again.

– please

I put check amount on the table, while astonishingly looking at him, as he didn’t even bother himself to stand up and accompany me. He just sat down calmly setting his eyes on me. I was really stirred.

I was so angry that I very closely stood by him saying, “Won’t you go out with me?”

Then, the waiter said to me: “Excuse me, Miss! Whom are you talking to? Nobody is here.”

Adoring him in his absence in a short movie directed by Mohamed Jabaly

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