Sameera and the Forbidden Fruit (VI)

A continuation
Christmas was knocking at the door, and its jingling bells in Roberto thoughts persuaded him to take the opportunity and introduce Sameera to his family, especially that his sister, brother and their families, who lived in different cities of Italy, were also visiting the parents for the occasion. But Sameera received his suggestion with a somewhat cold attitude. And that was her way of responding to such circumstances when she was lost for words. First she did not plan to take the two weeks off from her job. And if she did that, she would have to shorten the long vacation she was planning to take in summer. Second, what was she going to tell her family? She was used to traveling abroad all the time, but all her trips were business oriented. And when she traveled with friends it was either to London to visit her friend Tahani, or to other close areas of the Gulf region or Lebanon, but she had never been to Italy, nor knew anyone there to use as an excuse. But that was not the only thing that bothered her.
“You don’t seem to be very excited with the idea!” Alberto mumbled. “It’s not that, it’s my family, I don’t know how they’ll take this,” she replied. But Alberto continued his persuasion, “You know how important this is to me, don’t you? My family was waiting for this since last summer, and I wouldn’t want to go there without you. This trip means a world to me, there are so many places I want to show you, and so many things that…” “Why is it always about you? Why don’t you for once think about me and what I have to go through?” Sameera found herself bursting with anger that she even surprised herself. Alberto who was taken aback by her sudden reaction replied with ease “ok, ok, cool down, it was just a thought, I will go alone then.” Alberto knew by now that when Sameera was in this mood, she usually had other things on her mind that she didn’t want to talk about, but he also knew that when this happens, she’d better be left alone, for soon she’ll come back to her senses, and would eventually talk about what’s troubling her.
And he was right, when Sameera saw Foziya for lunch the day after, her friend chided her for her reaction “ I think you over reacted, this to Alberto means official engagement, this is the way it’s done in the West, you have to think Easterner when you deal with your family, and Westerner when you deal with his. This is not like taking a casual vacation, you know.” “ But what am I going to tell my family, I’m so sick and tired of lying all the time, besides, I don’t know how to meet his family, I haven’t done that before and I don’t know how it would turn out, how would they receive me, I’m so nervous” Sameera finally confided in her friend. “So that’s your problem then?” Foziya glanced at her friend for an answer, but when she didn’t get any, she added “ what would be a better opportunity than this one to know what you’re getting yourself into? Don’t forget that you may have to leave with him one day and live in his country,” and then, as if in a stage play, she raised her hands in the air, saying teasingly “just imagine all the gorgeous Italian girls that he might run into while he’s alone there” “get out of here” Sameera dashed, tapping her friend’s shoulder jokingly.
And although Sameera was still hesitant about the trip, but she sought to take her friend’s advice, and reluctantly went ahead. But nevertheless, she arranged and rearranged her suitcase more than four times with thousands of questions on her mind; what clothes were proper for this occasion, and what weren’t, and may be more than ten calls a day to Alberto to confirm her choices. But the trip turned out to be more beneficial than she thought, other than the fact that she had the best time she could imagine in Tirano.
The family was more than hospitable, and the mother was a darling. She even gave the couple the main bedroom in the house, which was hers, and seized every opportunity to make the couple comfortable. She seemed very happy to meet Sameera, and voiced her appreciation and gratitude to Sameera for making Alberto happy. The mother never liked Alberto’s ex-girlfriend, she was well aware that he’s been used by her, and down in her heart, she always wished that they’d break up. And that added some salt and pepper to the ladies’ gossips, when they were alone. Yet, Sameera didn’t miss how religious the family was, especially the mother who took her to church the first Sunday she was there. And although Alberto objected at first, but he eventually gave in, when Sameera herself insisted. Sameera was more than happy to accept the mother’s invitation. To her, God existed everywhere, in the church, the temple or the mosque. But Sameera never ceased to make a mental comparison between her own family’s attitude and Alberto’s; She even dreaded thinking of the day when Alberto had to meet her family.
Sameera could never forget that early December day when Alberto took her to a wonderful lake that was frozen at that time of the year. Actually, they never slept the night before when they spent it in making love several times. The area was close to the border with Switzerland, and Alberto hugged her by that lake and told her about his dream of their future house. The place was heavenly; one could see the other side of the boarder with its cottage-like houses amidst bare trees. The very same image she had always fantasized herself in, as a kid, every time she opened Swiss chocolate boxes that she received as gifts. She knew that she would love to live in such a peaceful place, only if she could accommodate herself there, and the only way she could think of, was to start her own business. What would she do if this marriage didn’t work? Or if, for some reason, Alberto wasn’t able to provide for her? She had to make sure that she wasn’t going to loose everything then.
She had a property in Dubai in which she invested several years back. The property was rented and was paying its own mortgage. She could easily sell that property and start a business in Italy, but she had no idea where to start, and the language was another barrier. Sameera, who had started to learn Italian online for few months, and who practiced with Alberto on occasions, was baffled when Alberto communicated with his family. Several times she thought that they were fighting while the family was just having a normal conversation, and she wondered if Alberto had gone through the same with her people. But she thanked her stars that the family spoke English because when she tried to use the very few words she learned with the natives in the surrounding villages, she was completely lost for words.
When she came back she was more relaxed, she had made few major decisions, and she thanked her friend Foziya for persuading her to take this trip. The only other problem that remained pending was her family, and she was not ready to tell them yet. Not before she took the summer vacation with Alberto alone, to Spain in summer.

To be continued

12 Comments (+add yours?)

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  2. Fayoor
    Jul 22, 2007 @ 14:17:00

    weddee agra bas mali khilg agra >_<


  3. shopa
    Jul 22, 2007 @ 14:54:20

    sometimes I wish I had an Alberto


  4. shosho
    Jul 22, 2007 @ 16:03:01

    “tiered of lying ” -> “tired of lying”

    From now I’m telling you, I want a big wedding 😀


  5. AyyA
    Jul 22, 2007 @ 22:27:37


    I always say, don’t look for them and they’ll come along

    I will make sure that this will happen when I go home. :*


  6. jewaira
    Jul 23, 2007 @ 01:21:49

    I am really enjoying the story and I am so glad you’re posting regularly again.


  7. AyyA
    Jul 24, 2007 @ 04:53:20

    Lady J
    Glad to hear that sis 🙂


  8. navcity
    Jul 26, 2007 @ 01:06:33

    why are khaliji girls obsessed with european men?


  9. AyyA
    Jul 26, 2007 @ 01:16:41

    Go figure!


  10. mozart
    Jul 26, 2007 @ 01:57:47

    this is my first visit to ur blog im really honoured to be here and read ur excellent thoughts and topics

    best regards 🙂


  11. AyyA
    Jul 26, 2007 @ 13:12:12

    The honor is mine, Mozart. And as they say; birds of the same feather, flock together. Our thoughts brought us together, it’s time to unite and make our country a better place.



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