I was in indescribable worry. The idiots standing next to me looked at me badly. They all seemed to know that I was making a big mistake. My hands were frozen. I was very thirsty. My throat was burning and my lips were dry! I had not done any makeup. I was not even wearing a proper coat coat so as not to attract attention! There would be a slight tremor if I let go of my hands. Nausea occasionally came to me and complemented my malaise and aggravated my anxiety…
It had been almost a month since I had a telephone annoyance. He had called once or twice, but of course he pretended that he did not even realize that he had taken my number! But I did not know that number. What was my number doing on his phone that he unknowingly took my number ???
I had texted a few times, but I had received ridiculous answers in one word and all those meaningless words. I did not have the opportunity to speak at home!
I decided to discuss this issue with my friend Maryam. She was always a master in this work and she understands everything ته
About a few hours after I was talking to Maryam, Mom and Dad went out and I took the opportunity to call that number! A young boy said in a passionate and serious voice: My dear?
I started without preamble and greetings: What right do you have to bother me? Where did you get my number? What does that ridiculous SMS mean? Why don't you introduce yourself?
-Hello!
-Give me the answer! who are you!
- You called. You do not want to say who you are?
- You bothered me that I had to call!
- I am Nima…. I am! Amin cousin!
-Amen ????
All the bitter memories of the past paraded before my eyes…
Two weeks before Ramadan, we went to travel north. Next to our villa was another villa owned by a girl my age, during which we became friends for two weeks. During this time, I noticed his brother's unusual looks! I do not hate either. I was finally at a sensitive age and that attention was enjoyable. Everywhere we went, his brother was found a few moments later… nothing happened there, but after we returned to Tehran, my phone rang. It was the same girl's number, but there was a boy behind the line. First he said a hello and then hung up.
Then he sent an SMS: I have fallen in love with you
I came to the conclusion that my guess was correct and I understood the meaning of his looks well. But I had no feelings for him. He was a handsome boy and he was good in terms of physique and type, but I did not like this type of appearance. I felt that it would be bad for him if I did that. In short, by talking on the phone several times, I tried to let him know that I had no feelings for him. He had asked me several times to tell him I loved him but every time I told him that I would never lie!
In short, one day when I was upset with him and his children, I called him and told him that he had no right to call me anymore. I could not believe it but he was crying behind the phone !!! His sister took the phone from me and complained that if you did not like her, why did you have a telephone conversation with her at all? I also said that I did not say any word or sentence that shows my love for your brother! From the first day, I indirectly wanted to know that he did not understand. I'm suspicious of my parents and…
By that morning I had about 30 SMS and 50 Miss Calls. When I woke up for breakfast and looked at the phone, I could not believe that he had called so much…
He called again immediately. I was confused for a moment and lost my phone. At that moment, Dad came to my room to make sure I woke up.
I picked up the phone in a panic. Dad was a sharp man. He noticed that my mood was abnormal. He asked in surprise: Who is calling you this morning ???
I said with a sigh: Nothing! I told one of the children to wake us up if he woke up. اوست ..
Dad paused for a moment and looked at the phone again and left… I rejected his call and put the phone under my pillow and left the room.
When I woke up in the morning, Baba had taken the phone with him! I was pulling the horn. In a moment, cold sweat sat on my forehead… Wow! Now Baba sees all Amin calls and SMS !!!
My guess was right…
When Baba came, he started a crust on the house and hit me so hard that I fell to the ground. He kicked me in the side with his foot when my mother reached out to me and kicked Baba out of the room.
Baba forbade going out and even taking the entrance exam class! To scare her, she kept saying that the first person she remembered would propose to her بر.
I felt like I was being punished without doing anything!
With all the misery, I tried to win Baba's heart. One day he was sitting in a room watching TV. I went to the room and bent down to kiss her hand. My tears flowed relentlessly and wet my cheeks. Baba did not allow this and hugged me. I felt very good. It seems like everything is over. But….
And now Nima, who was harassing me on the phone, was Amin's cousin.
In short, Nima realized that Maryam had called her on my behalf. He promised me not to say anything to Maryam! He said he liked her and wanted to see her! He wanted to tell her later!
It does not look like a bad boy. I cried and cried behind the phone and shouted at Amin, but Nima talked to me softly and tried to calm me down. And finally it calmed me down and to some extent it gained my trust. Especially when I found out that he is a theater actor and has performed on TV several times. When he said the name of the program, his face just appeared in front of my eyes! His face was not bad. Of course on TV. It was more because he was an actor that I gained my trust.
The next morning, when I called Maryam, I realized that she was not going home. I regrouped for a moment! I could not believe it. No matter how much I begged him not to go, he did not accept. It was as if Nima being an actress had also affected Maryam and she wanted to see her.
I called Nima! But he did not answer his ear. After a few calls, he answered angrily: "Don't you think I might be on stage?" What are you all calling ???
I was surprised! Is this the same half as last night ???
I also said nervously: Do not lie. I know you are with Maryam. Why did you say to remember your blood? What are you doing?
-Nothing!
-Yeah ! You are right. Call him and tell him not to
-Not!
-Why????
- I do not want. By the way, what's wrong? Let's see each other. I can not put that on the street with anyone. Everyone knows me. that is all…
This was Maryam's reason for going to Nima's house.
I had reached the verge of madness. I was nervous. I checked Maryam every few minutes. I got Nima's address from Maryam so that I could have something if something went wrong.
Mary went back and forth. From the time he got home, he called our house and told us about Nima's good deeds. From the way she spoke and her behavior and the theaters she played and Maryam had seen her movie!
When I called Nima, she was saying bad things about Maryam. He said it's kind of like that. It eats tension. I am disturbed by the tone of Nima's voice.
At the end of my conversation, he said without preamble: Come and see you!
-I? Why???
- Well, I have to talk to you. Amin wants me to step in again to resume your relationship
-Not! I hate him
Eventually he threatened to either go to his house or call my dad and snooze. It was as if he understood my weakness. What could I do? Nothing came to my mind. I was in the regiment! Makhm did not answer…
I finally accepted!
And now, in the worry that I said, I was going to Nima's house. Gradually, my headaches were added to my condition. It was difficult for me to imagine what I was doing. Nima apparently wanted to talk to me, but I knew what was on her mind and I was still going to her house. I was so stupid and a child that I did not understand that he could not make any mistake, but I had gone to his house for fear of Baba.
I was trembling when I got home! It was cool and springy but I was freezing inside. My hands and feet were numb. Fear welled up in my eyes. The door opened after I rang the iPhone. I led my hair into the mask through the glass at the entrance! I was leaving in the worst possible condition. I thought I wanted to do something that would not provoke me, for example ..
I went up the stairs in fear. His house was on the second floor
The door to his house was half open. It came out of the back of his head. I greeted helplessly and loudly!
Nima put her finger in front of her lips and said: Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
I entered the house with surprise and silence!
I took off my shoes and sat on the sofa closest to the door. It was as if I was waiting for everyone to come to me from every corner of the house. I looked around carefully and without paying attention to Nima. He stood laughing out loud while standing in front of me and said: Do not be afraid. It's nothing. me and you . Only…. . Why do you say hello, Dad? All the neighbors realized that a girl had come to bleed us!
I smiled forcefully
He continued: So that stubborn and nervous girl behind your phone ??
I lowered my head… he continued: how beautiful Mashallah. Is that why you did not show yourself to me?
I laughed at him in my heart. My head and face were so ugly that even if I was beautiful, it would not be visible at all in those conditions. I feel anxious and worried about myself!
Nima said calmly: What are you eating ??
I said in a voice that seemed to come from the bottom of the well: Nothing. come and sit. I have to leave early. I turned the house under the pretext of class. If they find out, my house will be ruined
- Better… come to me!
I did not answer. He went to the kitchen. I took this opportunity and started inspecting the house again. I hated the fear that had taken over my being. I came to encourage myself. I blamed Kelly inside me and tried not to at least get scared.
Nima is back.
Without sitting down, he said do you want to sit here ??? Let's go to the room. There is a computer, it's better. Don't you want to see my theater movie?
I smiled hard again and said: I can not sit here and say your words and I can go ??
He went to his room in anger.
I sat for a moment. The house was silent and Nima was in her room! What was that? I knew why he was calling me into the room.
I went to the room with fear and hesitation. Until I entered, I saw Nima waiting and smiling. "I knew you would," he said with a laugh. Well sit down!
He left the movie می He was running fast, showing me where he is…
But all this time my heart is beating in my mouth!
After the end of the film, he put on a song and shook his head this way and that with the sound of the song.
Nima did not look bad. I think Amin was more beautiful than Nima, but Nima was very proud. He thought he had fallen off an elephant's nose. He did not like it at all. Especially when I was remembering my name by force from stress.
After the end of the first song and the beginning of the second song, Nima left the room and returned with a cigarette butt in his hand. After sitting down, as if he had forgotten something, he said: Wow! Do you smoke too?
-Not!
-Yeah . Of course you are not his family !!!
He got up from his chair again and sat in the frame in the room. He put a cigarette case next to the wall and started smoking. He was addicted to every pack of his eyes. His mood scares me. Little by little, I doubted that it was a normal cigarette!
His eyes were sunken and he had a lustful smile on his face. He extended his hand towards me. I got up. I said in surprise: What ???
-take my hand…
-so what???
- Ah! Do not touch us anymore. I say hold my hand and sit next to me…
- I came to talk…
He interrupted me and said in a louder voice: Come sit here ..
I lowered my head like a sheep and sat next to it. He was squeezing my hand tightly. After packing his cigarette two or three times, he put it out in the ashtray.
He pushed me towards him with his hand around my neck. I resisted and pulled myself aside! He pulled both my hands tightly with his hands and threw me hard on his forehead. He did it so fast and with so much force that I could not even resist.
He pressed me firmly in his arm. I said: Nima! Go away. What is this?
First he looked at me for a while and then he shouted loudly under laughter .. I am disturbed by his laughter and his eyes and moods. Holding my hands tightly in hers, he got up and led me to the bedroom, dragging me to the floor. There was no way I could overcome it by force. I was in trouble.
He threw me on the bed with one motion. As I was about to get up, he hit me hard. My arms and legs were locked under tension. He put his lips on mine as I tried to open my mouth. I did not even have the strength to shout. No matter how hard I tried, it was useless. My tears flowed from the corners of my eyes and went into my ears…
Nima skillfully, without being able to make the slightest movement, took off my buttocks and began to unbutton my coat!
He put his hand under my clothes and started rubbing my breasts. With one hand on my mouth and the other hand on my chest, he said, "Wow, what breasts." I bet no one has touched them until now ..
Whatever I tried with my free hands, I could not pull it away, but I could not. It was like a rock. Even my blows had no effect.
This series went to the button of my pants ش my hand was on my elbow but on my shorts. My mouth was numb. He did not notice that I called daaaaaaad: Do not touch Jon, Mom and Dad. I said Jon Mom and Dad…
It dried for a moment. He looked at me and finally someone fell asleep in my ear. Now I do not know why! Of course, I later found out through Maryam that her father was dead!
He took his hand off my head and sat down on the bed. He was holding his hand and leaning on his knees.
With panic and stress, I tidied up my dress and unbuttoned the mantle buttons one by one. I tilted my backpack and headed for the other room to pick up my backpack. I put on my shoes and came out quickly without tying them. I was going down the stairs so fast that I almost fell on my head several times…
I was very ill.
When I reached the end of the alley, I sobbed and cried, I did not even imagine that my body would be fined in this way. I hate myself. I felt unclean. This was my first relationship with this situation. Nothing happened but it was very heavy for me ..
I came out of the alley. Almost everyone was looking at the situation. I started arranging myself…
I got on the subway. I was not crying anymore. I just stared ahead and walked. I sat on a chair. With each passing moment, I reviewed a thousand times what had happened. My brain was whistling. I was angry with my own stupidity. It was as if I wanted to punish myself.
I got up. I heard the sound of my backpack falling but I did not bring it to myself. I moved forward. I stood on the edge. I was looking at the electric rails of the big subway. He had written: Danger of electric shock!
That is, even if the subway does not pass me to go, it will take my electricity!
I moved a little more and went forward. The sound of the subway was coming. I felt this was the best opportunity. Suddenly I was pulled back with great force and fell to the ground on my back.
Until I turned my face, I was not drawn to water. He put his hand on my face and I had eaten a lot that day. An old woman was talking with a frown. I could hear his voice very muffled. I was just looking at him. The crowd was circling around us. I got up. With every step I took, everyone stepped aside. I picked up my backpack and took the subway.
The woman was also riding and was constantly grumbling and advising me loudly and angrily. The others either looked at me or said something else to confirm his words. But I could hear everyone's voice from inside the bubble! I did not understand what happened!
When I got home, I found out that Baba had been taken to the hospital. My sister said: I do not know what happened! Dad always had stress. It went on like this until Yahoo fell. I think he had a stroke!
Helpless dad…!
Nima had told Maryam: "This was the revenge he deserved for breaking Amin's heart. I just wanted to go further, but he pulled my dad's foot in the middle !!! "
