“Do you even know your way around in Arabian Ranches?” I asked rather sarcastically.
“Yes, I do.” He spoke softly. I could barely hear him. “She lives there.”
It was my turn to be quiet while he continued.
“I dropped her at her place quite often. I know which gate is where.”
“Good.” I tried lightening things up. “So you won’t have trouble finding my place.”
“And I know the Emirates Road like the back of my hand and all the exits that come out of it.” He spoke like he was in a trance. “She always missed the exit to Silicon Oasis. Every time she left home to go to Silicon Oasis on Emirates Road, she would call me and ask me for which exit to take. I always said to her that it was about time she remembered the exit. She always said ‘you are there, aren’t you?’
I kept quiet. There was no point in saying anything really. is it a love story?
“It’s been almost a year since we last spoke but she called me day before yesterday. She was going to Silicon Oasis. She asked me which exit she should take. I told her the way and said to her in the end that it was about time she remembered the way. She said thanks to me but did not say the same thing that I wanted her to say. She didn’t say, ‘you are there, aren’t you?’
I looked at him. He hands were firm on the steering wheel and he drove without moving.
“It took her five years to thank me.” He finally turned towards me. “Its funny isn’t it?”
“It is.”
I replied and put my head on the head rest.
from Sami Qahar
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