"Bacon? ",Omar asked as he smartly put some bacon barbeque on a side ate from the stove. I shook my head. I had enough. Enough of meat. Red meat.
I love meat. So much. So so much.
I closed my eyes as the breeze from the nearby willows gently brew my hair in the moonlight. I felt so good. So good in ages. Omar took me out. We went for a midnight drive and then stopped for some braai. He brought all kinds of meat. Beef, mutton, goat, and of course bacon. He smoked them in a manner that left me drooling after a single sniff. I watched as he sliced it in tiny cubes as if he was preparing it for a kid. He sliced some onions in rounds and spread them onto of the meat cubes. I wretched as I seriously hated onions but I didn't want to show it. He'd feel bad... I guessed so...I smiled at him as he poured some white wine in a glass and then offered them to me. My heart raced in joy as I couldn't understand what I did to deserve such a good man. I've always wanted a man who knows how to handle the kitchen. Always wanted that kind of a man. If someone would come ask me out and he didn't know how to cook, it was an automatic No. And yet.....lo and Behold, the universe delivered him to me on a silver platter. He takes me out for meat. I wouldn't ask for anything more.
No carbs, just the protein. Best night ever. I received the plate still smiling and licking my lips making him giggle. He wiped the brai stand and then put on some spiced fillet. I was surprised as I only saw one plate of bacon. Where was his plate? I looked around but nothing gave me the clues.
"What are you looking for?",he asked after he noticed I was still looking around.
"Umm don't mind me",I faked a smile and began eating my meal. He smiled and sat on the other side of the fire. I stole a glance in between my chewing sessions and each time I noticed he was staring at me.
"I'll choke if you continue doing that",I said making sure he got me while I smiled at my bacon. I heard him laugh and it followed with a cough.
"The fire is very beautiful",he said.
I raised my eyes and looked at the fire then at him.
"...very beautiful... ",he continued in a tone that made me doubt whether the 'very beautiful ' was for me or for the fire. I shrugged, nodded and continued to dig into my meat.
"Why ain't you eating? ",I asked.
"I don't take pork. Pigs are disgusting",he sighed and I let out a small laughter.
"So why did you bring it?",I asked again. Seriously. He's disgusted by it so why would he dare touch it? Where on earth was his integrity?
"For you....",he grinned.
For me??? I asked myself
For me??
FOR ME!!??
Even though he couldn't take pork he brought it for me? OhMyGod!
Omar!!! Thank you.... I whispered to myself as I was still shocked and words couldn't come out right now. My eyes where fixed on him and he also did the same. His brown eyes looked black now and they really looked beautiful. Perfectly placed on the hollows on his face. He sat still by the fire, with his legs crossed and his arms on his cheeks.....looking right at me as if I was a sprouting, blooming rose and he didn't want to miss anything.
"Thanks",I whispered and he winked at me sparking me up. I controlled the sparks trying to make sure fire doesn't erupt.
"You're a good cook",I said picking up a story. Silent moments ain't really my thing.
"Husband material right? ",he asked making me burst into a fierce laughter.
"Maybe",
Yeah.... Maybe! Omar is a very good friend but husband?? I don't know.... I really don't know.. I've just never really wanted to get married. Marriage always seemed so tough for me. All my relatives never really had a successful marriage. Well, except aunt Vanessa. Just that her husband died.....too soon. Living in my own house, with a man who I've just met like a few years ago. Children all over the place and making great noises. Then I come in with a stick and chase after them as I tell them to be quiet since their father is working on a nut model and needs total silence. I laughed at the thought of it. I couldn't possibly handle that life.
Impossible!
"Share the joke",I heard him say. I quickly looked at him. He was mixing some beef cubes and spices so that it gets smoked and we can make our teeth have fun and later satisfy our tummies.
"Ummmm.... It's nothing. Besides... You wouldn't laugh ",I said shoving the last cubes of bacon into my mouth so that he doesn't ask me more questions.
"Try me",he raised his eyebrows as he dusted his hands against his apron covering his pants.
"Ummmm.... What's the first thing a farmer hears when he goes to his farm?",I asked so sure of what the answer could be because I just made that up.
He gave me a quizzical look and I knew I hit jackpot.
"The cow mooing",I laughed when I noticed he was lost and didn't understand anything. He shrugged his shoulders and got up to put some beef on the stand. I got up and put my plate on the trunk and walked to where he was.
"I tried you", I began.
"I know.... I failed" ,he popped out is lower lip and pulled the upper one in,along with puppy eyes he looked at me. I smiled at such incredible cuteness and then pinched his cheeks.
"Mummy still loves you",I said rubbing his nose against mine.
Just then..... I felt his hand running down my cheek and eventually a cold quiver ran down my spine and I jerked losing my balance. He helped me get back up and there I stood...looking right at his face which was only inches away from mine. I felt his arm pull me close to him and I was filled with utmost weakness that I found myself following his lead. He raised his hand and removed my hair ribbon making my hair flow and run down my back. He brushed some strands off my face and looked right at me. I blushed. I could feel his heartbeat at this moment as his chest was crushing against mine. I didn't have the nerve to keep on looking at him so I lowered my eyes. Omar pulled me closer to him and leaned his face on the hollow of my shoulder. He leaned on and then slightly bit my earlobe making me giggle. He squeezed his face into my hair while running his hands on my back and drawn into the moment I slowly curled my arms around his neck not forgetting to run my fingers in his hair. He did the same. I felt his hand play with my hair on my back. He ran his fingers down my curls from the root to the tip and back...again and again...and again!
I inhaled his amazing scent that kept me moving toward him to test if an inch closer would bring me to the core of the amazing perfume. Likewise.....he also kept moving toward me. At first I found it ridiculous as there was no more room between us and all we were doing was squeezing one another but then I realised it was love. It wasn't ridiculousness but romance, affection and some chemistry.
"May I please see you in brown?",I heard Omar whisper into my ear. I slowly drew myself away from him. I looked into his eyes and swallowed the bit of saliva that was in my mouth. I licked my lips and scratched my hair. What he asked me to do was something I just couldn't do. Not randomly. The mention of brown hair made me remember what happened last time. My night got ruined. I didn't mind about the night but attacking my dress was most definitely crossing the line...all because of my brown hair. Now he was asking me to dye it brown again?
What if he goes crazy again and force me to chop my hair this time?
I took it into an emergency thought immediately and made my decision. Well...Omar can be narishkeit sometimes, mischievous and rude but I guess everyone deserves a second chance. I nodded without even looking at him. I managed to smile though. "Thank you very much",he smiled dragging me into a surprise embrace. It wasn't surprise per say as I knew he was going to do it anyway....
Dying my hair to brown meant opening my dark days once again, living the hideous and scorching cruels of life all over again. It meant I had to be ready for all the sadness and sorrows all over again.
But hey,you never know there's goodness until you step out of the badness. You really never know!Maybe there's good to be found in me dying my hair anyway. Maybe there's light in the darkness..... Maybe!!
******
Phew! I sighed as I entered the front door of my apartment and straightaway landed in the living room. It was a bit dim so I turned the lights on to make sure it was well lit.
"Where were you?",
Aunt Vanessa!! My 'mother figure'.
"I was out", I replied walking in my room's direction.
"Gavin was here....he came in for lunch. He wanted to see you.... He hoped you'd come in the afternoon but no.... Forget afternoon you're coming in at midnight!!", she shouted.
"Oh My God.... I can't go out with my friends anymore just because Gavin is in town now?",I answered. I was beginning to get angry. Rage was gathering itself in my heart spreading to my mind and overflowing through my lips. I was fighting hard not to let it overflow as I didn't want to ruin the sweetness of my night.
"Well done Primrose....", she clapped her hands walking toward me. "You have now graduated to an adult. You don't deserve rules to live...live your life anyhow...it's your life after all... You don't need a guardian, a parent or someone to look out on you... You finally have the right to run your own roof...", she paused and put her hands on her waist while looking right at me.
"You're driving me out of your house?",I asked completely lost. I didnt know whether I was misunderstanding her or understanding her. I was so angry. Why did she want to always be sticking her nose in my business?
"Primrose.....I love you...I don't want you out of my house....I just want you to be safe",she said leaving my midst.
I ran to my room and slammed the door. I slid against the door and pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. Uncontrollable tears gushed down my cheeks and I found myself rolling on the floor. I was angry sad and hurt. I didn't know why.....
I was just a bundle of confusion and only Omar seemed to be the one who was understanding me but apparently being with him was so wrong! Everything I did was so wrong to aunt Vanessa. How is it my fault that Gavin came home and didn't find me? He never told me he was coming and how was I supposed to guess he was going to come?
Anguish gnashed my soul to bits. Afraid,hurt and sad I lay lifeless on the floor. I closed my eyes with the hope of having a fairygod mother to visit and turn all this into just a dream. For once I longed to be Cinderella. I forcefully inhaled and exhaled seeking a breath of fresh air. Just like a daydream,it all began to fade. It turned blurr and I couldn't see anything anymore.
Darkness filled the whole place and fright crept all over my body. I still dragged myself along the alley and followed the footsteps. The light from the streetlights went dim and I barely saw a thing. I tripped on a stone and fell. I groaned in pain but suddenly woke up when I saw I was loosing track of him. I ran fast,faster than ever before. I wanted to prove myself to him at any cost. At any cost! I ran even faster after I noticed he increased his pace and approached the railway.
"Duck!", I screamed. I didn't know why I did that but I was happy I told him. He didn't! He just walked faster and crossed the railway right after the horn was sounded. I jumped the railways after him and I almost caught up with him when I felt something being driven into me. I choked. I swallowed deeply and took in a slight breath. I looked at it and realised it was a blade. Blood was dripping from it massively. It was as if a tap has been opened and my blood was pouring out into a pool. I looked at the man standing in front of me. A quizzical look on my face and sorrow escaping my heart through my eyes. In one goal,my whole body felt weak and with so much force most of which was being driven by gravity, it all went crumbling down onto the hard floor of the railway.
"OhMyGod!", I gasped after I woke up abruptly. I got scared all of a sudden. Horrified by my nightmare,I went to my bathroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror and watched my mascara melt and trails of the black colour all over my face and that's when it hit me. That dream was a deja vu experience. I've had that dream before. Exactly like it was this time. Wow!! Just wow!! Whatever could it mean? Why would there be a need for me to dream twice?
Honestly I didn't have an answer. Besides,I wasn't even the type that dream dreams and those dreams came to life. I am not an expert in all these fortune telling thingies, astrology and whatever is related to them. I literally do not believe in dreams but am certain there's something about this dream.
I quickly went into my wardrobe and took out my dye and began dying my hair brown..... Something to keep me from thinking of that dream.
*****
"Bbzzzzzzz!",buzzy the bee.
I smiled as I snoozed the alarm and went to the bathroom. I wasn't in a deep sleep so it didn't hurt like it normally did. I slowly took my pyjamas off and slipped into the cold shower. Cold water is perfect for the brain. It Relaxes it and gives it the ability to conduct properly. My thinking.
I opened the tap even more and watched as the brown trail of water stained in dye went down the draining hole in the center of the bathroom. I rubbed my hair,rinsed it and used my hairdryer to dry it out. I was in a hurry today. I had to be at work in exactly twenty minutes and I woke up late. Mostly because I slept late. I was thinking. I have Omar on one hand,and my aunt on the other. Family over love. My aunt hates Omar. She thinks he's a murderer and a psycho. I know that's not true. He only behaves beastly because he had a problem. And it wasn't his fault that he has the problem. Not his fault at all. I just didn't know how it got about but I was going to. Maybe that'd help with the prognosis.
I put my uniform on and raced downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbed an apple from the fridge and downed two glasses of water while heading for the door.
"Prim!", my aunt called. I turned around and looked at her.
"Oh.....Nice hair", she complimented.
"Thanks...",I replied.
She walked majestically toward me and she was smiling. Something was wrong. We just had a fight last night and here we were....smiling!?
"Gavin's here",she hugged me. I didn't hug her back. I pushed her away and her smile faded. I walked into the living room and saw him looking at my old photos pasted on the wall.
"Hey...",I began. He turned and smiled when he saw me. I looked at my watch and looked at him.
"I know you have to go to work....",
"Yeah...we can meet like at lunch... ",I suggested. I literally had fifteen more minutes.
"Sure...so can I drop you at work?",he asked shoving his hands in his pockets and wearing his chest out.
"Sure why not?", my aunty replied right before I could.
"NO!",I jumped in. "He can't. Someone's already dropping me"
I walked to where Gavin was and decided to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to think I was ignoring or avoiding him.He's always been there for me. Escorting me to school. He'd come back home with me. We'd do almost everything together. He's been like a brother all through out my life and I really appreciated him. He was one of the friends I couldn't explain my life without. Now,I just wanted him to understand that I had Omar now and things had to be different.
"Am sorry...please tell me in advance next time. Don't just pop up and make me look like the villain", I hugged him and headed for the door right after. I didn't want to listen to many more speeches so I just left.
I went outside the gate and saw Omar's car come from a distance. I waited for a few seconds and he stopped in front of my loan. He got out and opened the passenger's door for me. I got in and he rushed to the driver's seat and drove me to work.
"You're late",I began.
"Am sorry...long que at the fueling station", he said reaching for a bag at the backseat. He put it on my lap and asked me to open it.
I curiously opened it and was amazed by what I saw. A hairpin. The one I tried on in Mark and Jean when we went for window shopping the other day. He must have seen how I loved to look in it on that day. Although I said I didn't want it, I didn't mean it. I wanted it badly and Omar got it for me. I smiled as I took it out of the bag and out of it's pack. It looked so beautiful and sparkled. I couldn't believe I was really holding the priceless hairpin.
"You're in brown!",he exclaimed and changed the topic. Probably maybe because an awkward silence occured at the moment I was supposed to say thank you.
"Yeah....you jump,I jump...",I winked. "The jack and rose code...", I laughed. He asked me to dye my hair and I did. I wanted the hairpin,although I acted like I didn't,and he bought it. Searching each other's backs. Sharpening one another.
He smiled and played with my curls. He suddenly stopped and I was horrified to why he stopped because I was liking it.
"We're here",he smiled as we pulled into my restaurant's car park. He took the pin from my hands and gently put it on me.
"Thanks Omar...", I smiled at him. I opened the door and got out. He also got out and walked to where I was.
"Look..",he pointed and I looked in the direction of his finger to what I couldn't really make out. I looked with keen interest hoping I'll see what he was pointing at. With no expectation,I felt warmth on my cheek and I knew it was all a trick. I smiled and pinched his ear.
"Ouch!", he cried while trying to let his ear off my grip. I let go and he laughed at me.
"Cool trick ",I laughed after him.
Then we both went silent at once. I stared at him and he stared back. His charming eyes got me blushing again but this time I didn't look away. I wasn't going to look away. I was finally getting the hang of this. Looking away prevents you from experiencing the climax and peak of the moment. My hair blowing in the breeze,I flushed it off my face to make sure I got a clear picture. The most handsome man was standing right in front of me. If looking at him all day was a job with no pay,I'd definitely go for it first.
"What time should I come?",he asked clicking me back to reality.
"Eleven thirty".
He nodded,smiled and headed for the car. He got in and drove off while waving at me. I was sad that he was leaving. Really sad. Because he left,I felt lonely and scarred. Am back to this place where enemies and traitors are now family to the other. Where everyday the orders I receive are torments and heartbreaks. I slowly walked toward the stairs and into the restaurant. I was sad yes but the thought that I was finally going to make coffee made me very happy.
"Lovy-dovy over?",the cruel voiced woman asked.
"No...it's actually just began", I replied. I figured that showing these people a sad and cranky attitude would definitely wire them up. If I wanted to get back at them,I had to live like nothing was going on. Hard? Yes...totally but not impossible.
"I see...please tie your awful brown hair...you're back at work!",she shouted and left. She really had big issues. Massive! I kept thinking they were even hyperplastic because they kept increasing in number. I walked to the bathroom and stared at the reflection in my mirror. My hair really looked nice. Although I didn't really add oil to it,it still looked nice. I combed it across my left shoulder and tied into one braid that went down my shoulder. I tried not to mess with the pin as Omar perfectly placed it on me. I loved how it looked. Totally loved.
"You look beautiful", I quickly span around and saw Omar. Omar!!!
"What are you doing here?",I asked totally confused.
"Is that how you say 'you're welcome'?", he winked and quickly pulled me close to his body.
"Umm...", I stammered after whatever was going on became even more confusing.
"You're as beautiful as the morning star my love...if I'd be given a chance to choose how I spend my entire life,I'd choose to spend it looking at you", he began.
"Really?", I puffed up. I opened my eyes wide and looked into the brown eyes that where on the face of the person who was speaking. Omarion Green. I felt so loved. So loved that I never wanted Omar to leave anymore. Now that he was back here,I won't let him leave.
"Omar please don't leave",I said making sure I wore the puppy doll face.
"Of course I'll never leave. My home is right besides you..so how can I leave?",
"Omar!!",I said throwing my hands around him and embracing him tightly like my life depended on it. "I love you Omar!!", I slowly whispered into his ear.
" I love you more",he whispered back. I pressed my face on his chest inhaling more of his scent. I really loved it. Am so sure it was a Mark and Jean new and latest perfume. My Omar was obsessed by Mark and Jean. So cute and amazing and lovy of him. I squeezed him more and no sooner did I realise he wasn't there than when the door opened. I smiled at the scene and whatever drama just happened. I quickly walked out of the bathroom without noticing who ever came in. I walked to the kitchen and began brewing some coffee. I had a card of orders placed on the kitchen working table and I got to work immediately after I saw the orders. When I was done with them,I walked to the restaurant and gave them to the recipient customers not forgetting to say enjoy your meal. I walked back to the kitchen and as I got in Tony gripped my arm.
"We need to talk", he said pulling me into the kitchen and closing the door shut. I wonder what new drama this was. I quickly loosened my hand from his grip and shove him an angry look. Just what was there for me and him to talk about?
"New Charade?",I asked getting angry.
"No...am so confused. I need your help", he began. He rubbed his hands in his hair and dropped them down his face. He really seemed tense. I bet whatever he was doing was getting back at him.
"You look miserable", I smirked.
"Am not joking...am really not joking...",he said. I could really see the truth in what he was saying. Unfortunately,I wasn't going to dare and help him. No! Never! Never in my lifetime!
"Tony....I don't really care whatever is going on with you. I don't care.... Whether you are dying, whether you are living...it's none of my concern. And guess what? It's actually making me happy...it makes me happy to see you suffer like this. Seeing you yearn for peace like this makes me feel happy....do you understand? At least now you know how I felt. When you and Natasha tormented me...I had no one. Thankfully, Omar was there...but for you...you will suffer alone...you will ROT alone. And I promise you, this is just the beginning", I spoke with no mercy at all yet scolding at myself inside for such awful words. I felt like crying. This wasn't me. This totally wasn't me. I felt like letting my tears flow. I felt miserable. I didn't like doing this. I didn't enjoy tormenting people,even my enemies. I never wished them bad. Tony and Natasha crossed the limit to shamelessness but I wasn't lowering myself to their level. They taunted me,haunted me and made me seek my refuge in death. I wasn't going to say now it's their turn because I never really wanted this to happen to them. Lack of peace is a miserable life. I never wanted to live in it again. When I lost my peace,Omar helped me find it. He restored my broken heart and brought all the joy again. And at any cost,I wasn't letting these maniacs take it away from me. If speaking back meant me protecting my joy,my hardly earned joy,I was totally ready to do it. I knew how easy it was to lose something. And yet,I also knew how hard it was to find it.
"Are you that heartless?",he asked me after he noticed I wasn't really paying attention to him. I couldn't believe he asked that. I knew I had crossed my limit but I never expected him to ask that. What did he think of himself? Mr Perfecto?
"Wow",I laughed and clapped while moving around him in circles and making sure it haunts him. I grew up knowing that revenge was a two headed snake. While your opponent is getting killed,you also get bit by the other head. I knew these words were so true but I still chose not to give up. There's always this satisfaction found in seeing your nemesis groan and beg for peace. There's always that joy found in vengeance although in the end we really both die. At this point,I didn't mind though. Even if I had to die knowing my abusers are dead and by my own hands,I'd die a very peaceful death.
"I have a question for you...if you'll answer me,I'll also answer yours", I wore my head up high and crossed my fingers together while looking sharply at him. He nodded.
"Why is it that people notice your change in behaviour and actually forget it's their attitude that made you that way?",I asked. He looked at me. A gaze of pain,trauma and anguish hoping he'd understand that.
Disturbed? I was expecting that. Answer me Tony! Answer me! The inner me screamed after he stood silent as if he had turned dumb all of a sudden. I snapped my fingers in front of his face to bring him back.
"Found the answer?", I asked.
"NO",he replied. He looked at me and I couldn't figure out what type of look it was. Anguish or pain? Sorrow or devastation? Anger or vengeance? I really couldn't make out what was what.
"Great.....I'll leave then",I said and left. Went outside the restaurant and kicked the bin! I was angry. Angry at myself. I couldn't speak like that to a person. I just couldn't. Yet I did. Oh God. I hope this pays off. I hoped it pays off! I quickly took out my phone to look at the time and it was only nine thirty. Two more hours before Omar came. I couldn't bare it. I just had to talk to him. I took out my phone and dialed his number.....
"Are you okay dear?", he asked ten minutes later after I called. I got up from my squat and ran into his arms. All teary and wobbly, I clang to him for support. Emotional and physical of course.
"No...am not okay", I managed to speak within breaths. I was terrible. I cried my heart out as I knew someone was around. Omar...was around. My tears and mucus made his shirt when but he didn't seem to mind. He wiped my tears and took me into his car. He drove off...I didn't know where to but all I knew it we drove off. I couldn't really see or make out where we were. I just went with the flow. I felt the car move and I didn't even move an inch. My sight was focused on the mirror. In it I could see it all flash back. Everything. The hurtful words,the scene and the pain. It all flashed back. Now I know why vengeance never really pays off. You both get hurt. You both die and there's no gain in the end. I'd rather live and forgive and seek vengeance which is not promising and end up losing everything.
"Come...",Omar said as he helped me get out of the car. He held my hand and we went into a building. We walked up the stairs and walked again...and again...and again... I didn't really know where we we're going let alone care. I just needed relief. I came back to normal after I felt the breeze blow over my face. I looked around and realised we were in this place that looked like a pitch. It hard targets on the other side.
"This is my archery ground", he smiled. I raised and lowered my eyebrows and then looked around figuring how this was meant to make me feel better.
"I come here when am feeling angry...I let it out on the arrows...",he continued. He handed me a bow and an arrow. He stood behind me and helped me hold my bow properly. Chest out,grip firm and most importantly confidence.
"Have confidence in your arrow...",he said letting go of me.
"Focus on the target..not the arrow.. ",he added. I bet he noticed I was looking at the arrow instead of the target. I looked at the target and all I could see was Tony. I sharply aimed the arrow at him and shot. It landed on his chest and pinned him against the red dot on the white board.
"Bullseye!",I screamed.
"Congrats...", he hugged me and gave me another arrow. It took me by surprise as to how a beginner like me nailed it. But hey,beginner's luck sure does exist. I looked at the target and aimed my arrow at it. I did the same again. And this time I saw Natasha. Even better. The devil in me smiled and aimed the arrow at her. It stroke her chest again and pinned her against the red dot.
" Wow....beginner's luck or what? Girl you're good",he winked and I smiled.
He gave me another arrow and I focused on the target making sure I'll pin this one too. I saw Lizzie standing in front of the target this time. I sweated badly as I debated on whether to shot or aim at the wrong part on purpose. Lizzie was still my best friend. Still my best friend.... We were broken yes..but that didn't change a thing. We still had love as an anchor of our love and there was still hope. One day,I could get my best friend again...and to do that,I had to kill this new shadow over her. I finally gained all my confidence and then...shot the arrow. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see if I did it or not.
"Y!!! You did it!", I felt my legs lifted off the ground and twirl all over the place. I smiled and gave Omar a light peck on his cheek.
"I knew you'd help", I smiled at him and leaned my head on his shoulder. I was so proud of myself. I managed to eliminate all my fears and pain and nightmares for me to win this. I wasn't supposed to be afraid or scared or feel bad about anything. All is fair in love and war after all....and this...is war!
He gently put me down and petted my hair. I felt so good. Omar... I looked at him and drew him into another warm accoll.
"Thank you", I whispered.
" I'll always be here..", he whispered back. He lowered his head and gently pecked my neck sending chills all over my veins. I was going to jerk but I immediately aborted that response. It was embarrassing. Completely... One hundred percent.
I didn't move. I stood still when Omar moved from my neck to my cheek and kept me wondering what was next. I looked at him and he looked at me. I smiled and he smiled. I knew what was going to happen next. I definitely knew. These smiles just couldn't come open-handed. Something definitely had to follow.
"Prim..", he began reducing the centimeters between and inner me was like 'here we go'.
I closed my eyes and followed his lead. Who wouldn't? In a furtherly manner, we suddenly knew who the man was and who the woman was. Just like that.....The beauty of the moment filled me with joy so much so that some overflowed through my eyes. I was happy. So happy... I was happy with Omar. He was the meaning of true happiness itself.