101. The Reason
Writer’s POV:
After swimming and enjoying the beach for a long while, Saïda returned to the house to shower and eat. Asahd stayed back a little more.
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After showering and in nothing but her tiny shorts, Saïda went to the kitchen to warm some food and eat.
“This looks delicious,” she said, referring to the spicy looking Mexican meal that was in the large microwave.
She turned it on and waited for it to warm up.
Saïda sat on the counter and manipulated her phone. She checked the time.
’Seven, and he’s still out there?′
Just as she thought of going to get him, Asahd entered the house and kitchen.
“Finally,” she mused and he smiled at her.
“I enjoyed the water.”
“Same here. I’m warming the food the chef left. You’ll have some?”
“Um, not now. Maybe later. It smells really delicious.”
“I know right. I’ll just leave some of it in the oven for when you’ll want to eat.”
“Alright. I’m going to shower,” he approached and pecked her.
“Alright. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” he smiled and then left.
′I still find it hard to realise.′
Saïda thought with a smile, looking at the two expensive rings on her finger. The engagement and wedding rings, together.
“Nope,” she muttered, still smiling. “It’s very real.”
Asahd chatted with his wife while she finished her meal. They were laughing at some of their old habits when they were much younger.
“I remember,” Saïda started, pushing her empty plate to the side. “We used to be friends when little.”
“That’s true,” Asahd frowned a little, realising it. “It is true! I remember now. We used to play hide and seek. I think I even thought you how to ride a bicycle when I was eight and a half. You were six.”
“Yes you did!” she laughed, remembering.
Asahd’s POV:
“Hold on,” I laughed in surprise. “What the hell happened? Like, why did we end up disliking each other. I don’t even know how it happened. Did I miss something?”
Saïda and I used to play together a lot, when we were younger. Now that I came to think of it, I didn’t remember what had caused our relationship to deteriorate that much.
“I remember. It was your fault,” she mused, folding her arms.
“How? What did I do? I don’t remember, for real,” I chuckled, trying hard to remember.
“It started when you were twelve or thirteen, I think,” she went on to explain.
“What started? The dislike?” I asked, confused.
“Puberty. It started getting to your head,” she giggled and I stared at her in amusement.
“Puberty??” I asked with a little laugh “I still don’t get your point.”
Just then, I remembered something.
“Wait,” I started. “It was your fault instead.”
“Mine??” she laughed.
“Yes! Around that period, you started being rude towards me. You provoked and always looked for my trouble. You used to give me the ugliest stares, Saïda!”
She laughed.
“You know why I did that,” she replied.
“I swear I don’t! I didn’t even bother asking because I found your sudden change annoying. I didn’t really care too.”
“There. That was the problem,” she mused and I was even more confused.
“Explain. I’m all ears,” I leaned on the counter separating us.
“When you turned twelve or so, you started ignoring me.”
“Seriously?”
“Mmhmm. You suddenly became too ‘big’ and ‘cool’ to play with a ten year old girl. You spent all your time with Landry, kanaan and Amir,” she explained.
“Wait. I didn’t realise it. Honestly. I don’t really know why I behaved like that. You should’ve spoken to me.”
“I tried. Once I came to join the boys and you to play. You drove me away, Asahd. Stubborn as I was, I didn’t go away. You approached me and said: ′let’s play a game. Close your eyes and try to guess where I’m taking you.′"
“Oh gawd,” I muttered, a hand over my mouth as I remembered some parts of that particular instance. “Saïda, I–”
“Lemme finish,” she mused a little. “So, I accepted. And trust me, I was very happy you were willing to play with me again.”
I felt like disappearing.
“You should see your face,” she laughed a little. “As I was saying.”
“Saïda–”
“Shht!” she hushed me with a chuckle. She then continued. “I happily closed my eyes and waited. You grabbed my hand and led me to the center of your room till I was standing on the carpet where your three friends were. You four surrounded me, and then you blindfolded me like it was hide and seek that we were going to play.”
I was literally biting my thumb, remembering everything now. I’d forgotten all about it. I was so embarrassed at the moment.
“You four made me turn several times on myself. Slowly at first but then fast. I didn’t complain and was actually laughing, finding it fun. When you stopped, my head was spinning like crazy. Then you, Asahd, gripped my shoulders and started leading me somewhere. It was all fun and games to me. At first.”
Though she seemed to be amused by it, her tone had some hint of hurt in it.
“You took me somewhere and stopped. Then you said: ′Guess where you are.′
Before I could speak, I heard a loud bang that made me jump in fear. There was silence after that. I called your name several times and realised that you’d left. I immediately took the blindfold off and was shocked to realise that I was locked up in a tiny closet, in your dressing room. I tried to step out but it was locked. As if that wasn’t enough, I heard you guys laugh while leaving the room. I heard you say: ′That’ll keep her away for some time.′"
′I should disappear.′
I thought, still biting my thumb.
“I stayed there, crying and trying to open the closet. I remained there for up to an hour and a few minutes. You’d forgotten me. Luckily, the maid in charge of your laundry came along and when I screamed one more time, she opened the closet. She was actually shocked to see me. I immediately rushed out of the closet and then room, before she could ask any questions. That hurt me real bad, Asahd. I never forgot. You came back after you’d gone out with your mom, but you didn’t even apologise. You tried to act like everything was okay. You’d forgotten what you’d done to me, so fast.”
I felt terrible. Yes it was years ago and I really had forgotten about locking her up that same day. I’d never guessed that her sudden change of attitude towards me, was because of that particular dumb act of mine.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I started. “I feel like sorry won’t be enough. I’m so sorry, darling. I forgot completely. I actually deserved every insult you gave me for the past years. I was a jerk, even at that age.”
“Yes you were,” she giggled. “But it’s fine. We were kids and it’s all over. I actually forgave you a long time ago.”
She smiled and stood, completely leaning over the counter to kiss me.
“Aaaw, you should see your face,” she laughed, caressing my cheek.
“I feel so bad, right now,” I chuckled uncomfortably.
“Oh no, no, no,” she laughed and ran round the counter to join me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Don’t beeeee. Don’t get all moody, please. We were just chatting and bringing up the reasons why we started disliking each other. It was supposed to be a fun talk, Asahd.”
She giggled and held my chin, making me face her. I still felt quite guilty and uncomfortable. Yes I was twelve when it happened, but still.
“Baby, smile please,” she pouted playfully and pecked me. “Sweetheaaaartttt.”
She flattered with her cute laugh.
“You want me to be moody too?” she asked. “I thought you wanted us to make love. C’mon, smile for me or I’ll get moody too.”
I looked at her and she smiled.
“Smile,” she said and I finally smiled back. “There.”
“You promise, you forgave me?” I had to ask.
“I promise, Asahd. Now I’m deeply in love with you and desire you. Let’s forget it. Okay?”
“Alright.”
She kissed me and then grabbed her plate and headed to the sink to wash it.
I stared silently ahead of me, a little lost.
“I expected you to come hold me or something,” her sudden giggle made me snap out and look up.
She turned with red cheeks.
“I’m waiting for you to come and seduce me, Asahd. Hopefully before I finish rinsing this plate,” she giggled and faced her front again. “You have some seconds left. 15, 14, 13...”
I chuckled a little and stood. I went to her and started by wrapping my arms around her and lowering my head to kiss her on the neck.
Then slowly, slid my hands underneath her T-shirt, up her tummy to her breasts. She had no bra and it was only a matter of seconds before blood started rushing into my dick.
I pinched her nipples a little and she moaned softly.
“Is it a good start?” I whispered close to her ear, and goosebumps covered her smooth skin.
“Yeah. Yes, it is,” she replied softly.