continued from part 7
It was late to knock on someone’s door, but I couldn’t go home. I had to go to the scene of the crime.
I drove over to Ahmad’s house, parked my car, and rang on the interphone because the gate was locked.
It was Ahmad’s mom.
“Bonsoir Tante. It’s Walid. Can you open the door for me, please?”, I asked in the nicest tone, hoping she wouldn’t be angry cause someone was knockin on her door at nine o’clock!
“Eh bonsoir. Tfaddal!”. She buzzed me in.
I ran up the stairs and reached the floor. The door was already open and there was someone standing there waiting for me.
“I never thought I’d see you again”, said Ahmad. He looked adorable in his pyjamas.
“Honestly…me neither. Can I come in?”, I asked.
“Sure”, he said.
We went into his bedroom and he locked the door.
Ahmad: “So…what’s up?”
Walid: “Do you have a band aid?”
Walid: “Band Aid. The thing you put on something when you cut it or something…”
Ahmad: “I know what a band aid is! I just don’t understand why you came to my house asking for …”
Walid: “Aha… So do you have one or what?”
Ahmad: “Ummm. We have a box full of those actually…”
He opens his closet, grabs a band aid, and extends his hand to give it to me. I don’t take it from him.
Walid: “Put it on me”
I take off the tissues wrapped around my bloody finger, and show it to him.
Ahmad: “Shit, how did you get that? That must have hurt”
Walid: “Happened while I laughed at some people. Karma’s a bitch. So, put it on me”
Ahmad: “Listen, I know what you’re doing…”
Walid: “What am I doing? I need a fucking band aid. I’m bleeding. And it hurts”
“Fine. Sit down on the bed”, he says reluctantly. He reaches for the dresser, puts some peroxide on a few tissues and sits next to me.
Ahmad: “Gimme your hand”
He took my hand and started cleaning my finger with the tissues.
I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he was doing this, and he knew it. After the wound dried up, he placed the bandage over it.
Walid: “Thank you”
He won’t look at me. He senses there’s a serious talk coming up.
Walid: “I came here to say I’m…”
Ahmad: “Please…we went over this last time”
Walid: “…I’m sorry”
Ahmad: “For what? For knowing what’s best for you?”
Walid: “I’m sorry I freaked out. I just needed some time to grasp everything”
Ahmad: “How do I know you won’t freak out again?”
Walid: “What if I don’t?”
Ahmad: “I’m not sure you can handle…”
Walid: “Handle a dinner and a movie tomorrow night? Sure I can!”
Ahmad: “Handle whatever this might lead us. I don’t blame you for walking away”
Walid: “I’m not walking away. You know, at the party…on our date…when I came to your house last time…I was running after you. I thought it was you who had to accept me. Turns out, all this time, it was me who had to give us a chance”
He looks at me then looks at the ground. I grab his hand and move my head towards him. He feels me moving closer to him so he turns his head and stares into my eyes. I give him a sweet gentle kiss on the lips.
He squeezes my hand and smiles at me.
Then his mother knocks on the door and says: “Yalla boys, dinner’s ready! Get out!”
Walid: “I should go…”
Ahmad: “No, stay. Have dinner with us. You know mom won’t take no for an answer”
Walid: “You’re right. She won’t…”
So I got up and walked over to the door to unlock it. He’s still sitting on the bed, so I ask him: “Yalla, what’re you waiting for? Let’s go in”
He stares at me with a worried but hopeful look on his face, and asks me: “Walid, are you sure you wanna do this?”
I walk back to the bed, stand in front of him, put my hands on his shoulders as he looks at me, and assure him.
ps: “Let Me In” is a fictional story