Where are you from? she asked
I don't have home!
look at that gull,
does it have a home?
so, we are the same, I'm a gull!
You seem you are a romantic poet,
.......
.......
Poetry my lady is a soul tone,
a spirit song, singing by the lover gulls
Wow, would you tell me more?
Poetry is a grape cluster dangling between me and you
One for me and ten for you!
Most definitely, Natasha thought once again, how stupid it all was, as she went into her living-room and slumped on her sofa, bursting into tears. After a home pregnancy test, Sumer knew that she was pregnant. She informed her mother and then Sam about her pregnancy. Sam immediately, offered her to join him in his family home to avoid any problems with her father. For some reason, she refused. By the time Fiona gave birth to a boy, Faraj received the latest news of his son’s girlfriend happily. He visited them in the Rotunda hospital, bringing lots of lovely baby gifts. After three days, Walid brought them home, giving them his own room. Later on, because his bedroom was too small, he swapped it with Sumer.
One rainy night, in a local pub, Faraj lost his gambling. As a result, he drank till the clock struck four in the morning. Then, he decided to kill his daughter. After turning the alarm off, he sneaked into the kitchen, taking a sharp knife with him, while everyone in the house was in a deep sedated sleep. He went upstairs and entered Sumer’s bedroom. In repose, she looked peaceful like a child asleep, her thin face framed by fine brown hair. Now, he approached her bed and smoothly he muzzled her mouth and cut her throat till she died and then he disappeared. All of a sudden, the baby’s scream broke the silence of the house, waking them all. They rushed into the room, where the scream came from. In the end, they found Fiona falling to her death. As the Garda began to investigate, Sumer and her mother realised that the victim had been killed mistakenly! All the family was completely shocked! The next morning, Walid heard the tragic story of his girlfriend, as he wasn’t at home when the accident happened. On his way to Libya, Faraj was making a short stop in Genevia’s airport. He was so delighted to have cleaned the honour of his family. He thought that he would never get rid of it as he had been tainted! However, while Faraj was preparing to fasten his seat belt, the Interpol arrested him. And through the interrogation, he realised what a big mistake he had made when he entered the wrong room! As a result, he tried to kill himself while he was in Garda custody but he failed. Finally, in the court, where none of his relatives were present, the judge jailed him for life. A few months later, Sumer gave birth to a little baby girl, called Caroline.
Dublin, 2004
After a three-hour flight, the plane had landed safely in Venice airport. The journey went exactly as planned. However, on the last evening of their journey, something unusual happened. They were having their dinner in Antico Martini, a top-class romantic restaurant. When they had finished eating, she flicked her hair out of her face and said,
“I think it’s time for dessert, love! Ha, tell me what kinds of dessert you would like to eat?” She smiled warmly. Sam rolled his blue eyes,
“Well, this depends on what you’re going to suggest?” he asked, turning the attention back to her. “Ok, what about strawberry ice-cream?” She flashed him another look, winking at him. Seeming not to have heard, he took her hands softly and felt himself momentarily fixed in her strong gaze,
“What if I want something different?” As Sam spoke those words, a smug smile crossed Sumer's lips, apparently reading his thoughts. So her emotions flickered across her features as Sam saw the confusion on her face.
“I think it would better to choose something from the catalogue” She wondered if he could have studied the signs of her fervent feelings. Then, Sam approached her pretty face gently, letting his fingers trail across her cheeks,
“Sweetie, I’d prefer to have our desserts on the bed over there!” He glanced at her with his shiny eyes. Now, Sumer was too overwhelmed by a sensation that wrapped around her. Her own heart sank; her body grew very hot despite the cold weather in late December. Suddenly, she unconsciously jumped up; hand-in-hand, running toward the hotel.
In the San Marco Palace hotel, inside their room, they lay on the bed, they were both naked and were exploring each other’s bodies and he allowed his fingers to trail across her breast. Her breathing quickened when he moved his hand down along her hips and thighs. Pushing against her again he felt the pressure of her hips responding. He reached round and filled his hands with her breasts, smooth and soft. The girl stretched, threw an arm drowsily across the pillow. One last time to be sure, he whispered, “Hey, baby, what’s your favourite position?” Then, he slid over her, lying between her cold legs. She responded by pulling him tight against her and this time she sighed,
“Ah, please, again, again . . . lovely!” Not long after, she screamed when he entered her and wrapped her legs around his back.
Just a day before the end of semester one, the show was taking place in the faculty theatre for a competition sponsored by RTÉ. The show was about Shakespeare’s play (Romeo & Juliet) and in that play, Sumer had acted Juliet’s role, whilst Sam had acted as Romeo. Surprisingly, the show was incredible! Sumer (Juliet) was wearing a diaphanous red dress, which showed up every detail of her sexy body. On the other hand, Sam (Romeo) had appeared in a white shirt and red jacket with black trousers. He had blond hair, smooth and delicate skin. He was witty, charming, and had excellent manners. They both really looked gorgeous. In a stunning scene, she pushed a fair curl away from his pretty face, and put her arms around Sam’s neck and reached forward for a much-longed for kiss,
“Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. For that, which thou hast me speak to-night”. She said to him in a sexy voice. Again, she glanced at him with her tiny honey eyes and rested her head on his chest,
“O, my dear, my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” He said softly. At this moment, she saw him lean forward to kiss her. Immediately afterwards, he began to drop kisses on her neck, shivering as he felt her relax. She responded by kissing him, pressing her tongue deep into his mouth and cutting off all further conversation. This particular scene had captured the hearts of the audience, as they clapped along to the rhythm. As a result, they had won a holiday package prize to Venice in Italy, including luxury hotel accommodation for two weeks. Natasha actually was very proud of her daughter’s performance and the prize that she won and she wished them a very pleasant journey. Fortunately, Sumer was quite lucky because her father was in London on business.
“No, I'm not hungry!” He grunted. A few minutes later, while they were having their dinner, the phone rang and before the third ring ended, Faraj picked up the phone, “Hello, can I talk to Sumer, please?” It was Sam’s voice. “Who is calling?” He asked.
“It’s me, Sam”. He said.
“She’s not in”. He growled.
“Oh, Could you please tell her that Sam rang and I’ll try to ring her later. Thanks”. Said Sam, slightly bemused. Faraj put the phone down and adrenaline was pumping through his veins, as the anger raised slowly all round his body.
Sumer suspected that Sam had been on the phone. As Sumer finished eating her dinner, she heard her mobile phone beeping on the table. Her hand jumped up to answer it. “Hi, Sam, I miss you so much!” she answered warmly with a beautiful smile painted on her face.
“Hi, where have you been? Is everything okay? I rang you at home a few minutes ago, but your Dad told me that you weren’t in.” He said worryingly. Sumer felt embarrassed because of her father's behaviour, “I'm at home and haven't been out”. She stated flatly. Despite the fact that she knew her father was listening her conversation with Sam, she bravely continued talking to Sam who was astonished with her frankness, and because he wasn’t interested in going any further with her on this subject, he immediately changed it and asked,
“Honey, listen, there is a great movie showing on in Lifly Valley? It’s a romantic movie, you’ll like it. It starts at 9.30 tonight."
“Sure love" She replied. “Will you come over to pick me up or …? She added with a slight grin, ruffling her red hair.
“Sure no problem, see you in a few minutes” He grinned even more broadly! She then hung up and told her mother that she was going to the cinema with Sam. A short time later, Sumer then took off with Sam on his motorbike to the cinema, dumping her father’s threat. It was a chilly Saturday evening and the clock ticked past 9:00 pm, the curfew time her father had set for her. This actually was one of the strict rules that he imposed on her.
While lighting a cigarette, Natasha sat down on the sofa opposite to her husband, “I want to ask you a question; why don’t you leave my daughter alone? Do you want her to spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital? Or do you want her to kick herself? For God’s sake, what has happened to you? When will you stop acting crazy and begin to treat her gently, carefully and smartly?” she asked him, looking miserably at him.
“I’m not as smart as you!” He gave a scornful laugh.
“Well, it seems as if I’m talking to the wall, but I’m warning you . . . keep out of this or I'll cut you in two!" She stiffened, blood rushed to her face as she rose in anger!
“Huh, are you threatening me?” He laughed, raising his sleepy grey eyes to the roof. “Consider it as you consider it but from now on, I’ll kick you out of the house if you continue to oppose Sumer like this and if you think that she is still one of your gambling games, then you’re definitely gonna be the loser”. She replied sharply, blowing the smoke onto his face.
“Oh, bloody hell! How foolish if you think that you’re frightening me?" His shoulders shook as he raised his wine glass to his mouth and burst into a great roar of laughter!
The fact was that he knew the truth of what his daughter had said. Undoubtedly there was someone who could really stop him. Indeed, he, himself remembered that he was not in his home country; he was in Ireland, where things were different. Natasha, meanwhile, rushed upstairs to find out what happened as she had heard Sumer screaming. She had been so engrossed in the preparation of the dinner in the kitchen. Now, on the way to Sumer’s room, she encountered Faraj on the stairs, “What’s going on?” she asked him sharply, glancing at him. Faraj didn’t answer her and turned his face away from her and went downstairs. However, for many years now, Natasha had not liked his bullying style, especially his bullying against Sumer. The main reason for most of the family's trouble was the conflict between Faraj and Sumer. Faraj always wanted to impose his views on her, such as what kind of clothes she should wear and what time she must be at home and so on. Natasha had often chided him for his rude behavior. Since then, the relationship had deteriorated between them. Natasha, turned to her daughter, “What's going on, honey?” she said, embracing her warmly, looking into her eyes, which were full of tears, “Tell me, what happened?” she repeated dramatically, as her voice grew serious.
“The usual, Mum, he was trying to impose his crazy ideas on me. He was threatening to slaughter me if I didn’t end my relationship with Sam and when I opposed him, and tried to explain, he tried to slap my face". She started to sob, "When I mentioned that I'm gonna to call the Garadai, he just snarled at me and stormed out of the room. Mum, I am, I'm no longer able to endure his behavior, I'm sick of him, even to see his bloody face. He was deadly serious; he has turned my life into a hell”. She declared flatly and tears streamed down her rosy cheeks as she tried to explain her feelings.
“Oh, come on, don’t worry darling ... don’t worry! He’s just a little coward, I know him, don't worry. I promise things will get better. He can't hurt you in this country, the law will protect you". She said, running her hands through her hair. Sumer rolled her eyes, looking anxiously at her mother. “But Mum, what if he tries to kill me, what do I do then? I'm really scared, Mum. Oh God, help me!” She burst into tears again!
“Oh, come on that’s enough, honey. It's not as serious as that, he must be joking and as I told you he wouldn’t be able to hurt a flea! I know him very well; I have shared my life with him for around twenty years, you know. Come on, hon. Leave it now and come with me downstairs, and we'll have something to eat together.” She said with a warm smile, wiping Sumer’s tears away. While she was taking her daughter into the kitchen, Faraj was sitting on the sofa, sipping his favourite drink; watching the news on the telly. The women sat at the kitchen table. Natasha called to Faraj, “Would you like to have your dinner now?”
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