Love of The Internet #Part 6

Love of The Internet  (Love Story)    I woke up to the words of my mother, my younger sister is at home: the boy who goes to school has not made breakfast.

‘‘Love of The Internet’’ 💍♥

 ️Part 6

(Love Story)


She said to me: we can meet the problem but you did not come to our neighborhood on Friday. Our neighborhood! Naa bro are you crazy to come home like this?

 

Be that as it may, the days are ticking by, and the Friday of the appointment is getting closer. I also have several issues burning my heart, including these. I think frantically about what I might encounter in the family's neighborhood when I go. Kollay, you know a Somali neighborhood when you go there. But one thing that bothers me is that they ask me about my identity or my tribe. Madaba, who comes from a marginalized ethnic group, is a challenge for me and Sawda. I am comfortable with who I am, I believe that people are equal but unfortunately others do not see us that way.

 

Although I don't know Sawda Maal's tribe, I can guess from the neighborhoods she lives in that she comes from the clans that enjoy our oppression. In any case, I will not hide my community, if Sawda's family asks, I will tell them. I asked myself another question that if you earn Sawda's love, how can you unite in life? Do their families accept them? If they accept what is left for you? These are questions that really stuck with me when I couldn't find an answer. Other things that are weighing on me include what I have to take as a gift to Sawda on Friday night and my first meeting.

 

Kollay's meeting that night will decide the future of me and Sawda. It should be a date night where I can tell her more and earn more. I am in the position of a presidential candidate who is convincing the public on Friday as they voted. Everything remains as it is on Thursday afternoon and tonight is Friday. I went to the mall and bought a watch as a gift for Sawda. It was indeed a watch that I was paid a lot of money for, but the wrist that wears it is the wrist that deserves it the most. And I'm dressed like a kid tonight. My emotions were mixed with joy and shock. I called her phone and as she was waiting, she jumped up "Brother Munir, how are you?" I said in a low voice, is it Sawda that you are talking about now? Ilayn was only talking to me and she said to me again: can't you hear me brother?

 

I called Sawda and told him to stop outside as I am going through the neighborhoods. She said to me: I see you moving forward! And do you see me through the window? The little girl is in front of the house, come in brother. Is it enough to carry the melon cloth? Yes brother. Hey. The little one ran in front of me and said: brother Sawda said to me: take that boy. She is a little girl Masha Allah about 6 or 7 years old. While I sat in the seat called Kadalob to compare myself and talk to him, I said: what is your name brother? She said to me: Qadan, why are you sitting on the street, come to the living room, it is being repaired all day!


I said: while I was laughing, I was called Munir, good learning, while I extended my hand to greet him. Then we followed each other, with her holding my hand, we came to the house.

 

When I came in like that, I encountered something shocking that I did not expect. It is a young man with a mobile phone standing in the house. Then I stand up and he looks at me hard and I look at him in shock. Juuk didn't tell me that we didn't turn away from him, but his eyes were burning so much that I couldn't say anything! The younger one who was the messenger looked at both of us one by one, then she pulled me by the hand and said: come, brother, this is the sitting room. I went to the living room with my son.


I sat in the room sweating and shocked and amazed! I expect an ugly situation to happen tonight. The tips are gone now I just have to wait for everything. The younger one said to me: Sisug brother Sawda is coming for you and I called you but she said. As soon as she left, I saw that I was in the closet with her boots and I forgot about myself! I jumped up from the seat to quickly take off his shoes before the adults came in on me.

I pulled the jumper over to a table full of cups and drinks. The table just fell off the carpet in the living room and there was water and some broken glasses in it!


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