It was cold and I had been waiting for half an hour. It was never so late. I have never felt so topless. It had been a month since he had caught my attention. He stares at me badly. I never paid attention to it at all. But lately, she've been looking for a way to get my heart pounding. I greeted him once. He showed no reaction. He stared at me as usual. He was short. But his body was very cool. He wore a tight coat, although the university was always busy, but he also wore beautiful clothes with the same simple clothes. Lust was running out. There was a lot of talk behind his back.
- This stump is headed by Dr. Mozaffari.
- Give him some money, give us a lamb instead.
- Who is not. Knowledge gives ………
I wanted to do another trick today. I was looking for a good opportunity to go ahead and talk to him. I did not want to talk to him in front of his friend. I was both painting at university and that he might have hit me in front of his friend. I did not do anything. It was the end of the semester. The exam period had begun. I did not go to Tehran like in the previous semesters. I knew that if I went to Tehran, I could not study. I stayed to study. During the semester, we did not read anything, at least at the end of the semester.
One day Babak called me. We had a few units in common this semester.
- Sir, are you completing your sentence?
- O such. How about
- Let me get a copy. I do not have the last two sessions.
- Can you read my handwriting? Go get it from the girls.
- There is no one I want to take from. Who should I take a vacation from?
- Very well come soon
- How many pages are the last two sessions?
- Ten to twelve pages.
- What did he say?
- Has solved some important problems. I think ask one or two of these questions. Otherwise, if he was sick, he would leave a special class.
- Are you coming now to get it?
- Come on.
Half an hour later he came and took the pamphlets and made a copy. Fardash called.
- Who is this?
- What?
- I'm a fart. I have no burden. When I eat one day I can not understand this
- I did. Were you lost? That's why I didn't tell you to stay. Did you go to Tehran?
- Do you have anything?
- Do you want to cheat?
- No, let's sing here together.
- now? I have not got there myself yet.
- Well, then come again.
I was at Babak Ina's house for another hour. Babak also had a bloodline that never existed. He studied for a master's degree and came and went two days a week. He had a wife and children. He was also an employee.
- Come on, but I'm saying something, stay between us
- What?
- I have a guest
I have a guest, that is, I brought her home.
- You do not have a booklet, you do not have a lesson that Bilms Belms. جنده هم اوردی؟
- هيس. Is familiar. You should not just tell anyone. هم كلاسيه.
When I left, he came out of your room. Familiar with the same smile. He came to me and extended his hand towards me.
- Hello, how are you?
What was he doing here? I remember that night in that cold, I remember those looks, I remember those crows and reeds. Remember the long hair that was piled up under the hood and now sprayed on his shoulders. My head was hot. The smile dried on my lips. Someone, I was looking for you for a week, were you here then? So say. What did you do? Do you stare at me if you have a disease? He was still watching. You laughed when he watched. His head was bent down and he was looking up. Awesome guy. Young man of this greatness. In my opinion, it fell from the peak of greatness and pride to the regression of its valley and shit. Who killed you, who had a boyfriend, why did you kill me? My tongue was tied. I did not know what to do. At one point, I thought, "Didn't he tell Babak that now he is killing me here, what will happen?" No one had ever been so upset in my life. I had become a statue of it. I thought a thousand kinds.
- Let's go
It was Babak's voice. It was as if I had just woken up. I did not say anything and went to the room with Babak's guidance. Babak was wearing warm pants. Parisa was wearing jeans. I had seen these pants a thousand times before. A ski collar sweater was tight. It was very beautiful in this dress. Jundeh was here for a week and he was naked and someone was giving and now that I had come he had observed the full Islamic hijab.
- Come on sir we do not have time. We have read so far. We did not understand anything about this either. We let you come and read together later.
We studied that day. I tried to entertain myself with lessons and explanations of the book for these two dumb people so that I would remember the subject. It was almost dark. We wanted to rest for a while. Babak went to wash the dishes left at noon. Parisa ran ahead
- Do not touch. Touch me I'm upset.
They seem to be living together for 40-50 years. Someone put a class in front of me. Babak was upset. He was relieved about the lesson.
- Well then I'm going to buy something. What should I buy?
Parisa Masha, a housewife, began to order. Babak also listened to the humble men of the humiliated woman. I took a step into the room. They had a library. There was a bag in every book except the textbook. Books of Shamloo, Forough and Mehdi Soheili…. A large poster of Roger Waters was hung on the wall above the library. Babak came to the room and picked up a book. He opened the corpse and took a few thousand from it. He pointed at me
- come
I nodded. I realized he wanted to tell me something that Parisa did not understand.
- Sir, I will come in about 45 minutes, if you want at some point, you can start talking to him and then ..
He clenched his right hand and bent at the elbow and held it to his chest, then nodded several times. I understood what he meant. I knocked myself that way.
- Isn't she your girlfriend?
- No, Baba Jandeh does not have a curtain. From the back, if you want.
To Parisa, the versatile lady. My mother did not know this.
I was upset by Babak's words. In my heart, I was saying, "Who cares, who comes to eat at home? A person eats dishes, prepares food, and who gives food at night?" He has just brought you Hashem's pamphlet and taught it to Gogol as much as he could. I remembered the words of the children who said that it gives knowledge. At that moment, Parisa's voice came.
- This is my body in my wet hands.
Babak helped his blouse. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt underneath. It was clear that the corset was not tense. His nipples are pushed out. Went to the kitchen again. Babak shouted loudly
- Sir, we went.
He winked at me. Then he went to the kitchen and kissed Parisa and left. I stayed and Parisa.
- Can your hands clean the tape?
I went to the recording station of Kerry Babak. Record what width. Everything was in disarray. There was no door or handle. You always have to stick a matchstick next to the play button to stay down. There were 50 tapes next to the recorder, none of which had labels. I put one.
- Is it good? would you like?
- Yes that's fine. Be something to just read.
I went to the kitchen. I had come to this kitchen before. It was very different from now. It was dirty at that time. The bucket could not be occupied because of the stench, it was closed there and emptied week by week. It was always in the dishwasher until it was full. They sat on each of the dishes they needed. There were cigarette butts in all the glasses. The kitchen floor was always sticky. It was always open in the cabinets.
But now it was very different. It turned out that a woman had come to this house. It was clear that Parisa had been here for a week or two.
- Do you want help?
- No sacrifice.
He turned and smiled a little.
- We gave you a lot of trouble today. But instead, you learned better. You will definitely get a good grade.
Yours. For example, he was kicking me. What long hair he had. I wanted to touch the method and smell. But in my heart I had a strange feeling. I was both heartbroken and upset with him. The dishwashing is over. He turned to me and his wet hands shook as he held the air until the water dripped and dried.
- Finally it is over.
He stared at me as he always did. He felt that I might want to do it. I do not know, maybe Babak had called him and he was waiting for my reaction. But I did not want it at all.
- Why did you stare at me like this? What did you see?
He took his eyes off me and went to the other side of the kitchen and, for example, went to another job.
- I have always loved your eyes. قشنگند.
just this? Who killed me for two months, did you just weed my eyes? Oh, who's all these people, if each of them is going to stare at me like I'm barking. When do I eat now. What can I do that you just like my eyes. Do not you want to rub someone and conto in my eyes. I just went and hugged Yehu from behind. I gave him a big, juicy kiss.
- Akhish, how delicious
I took her nipples in my hand. I was playing with the tip of the game. He put his hand on my hand and pressed.
- No, God forbid. I am engaged to Babak. Now Babak is coming. God bless you.
ولش كردم. I was ashamed of my work. Either I should not have gone forward or I should not have gone like this.
- sorry. I'm sorry I did not understand what happened.
He left the kitchen sadly and went into the room. He did not say anything to me. He did not look at me at all. I was like a statue.
In 45 minutes, Babak came to you.
- Hi hi. I came.
The bell rang. He thought we were working, for example, and he announced his presence. I saw that I was sitting in the middle of the hall next to the recording and there was no one in the room. He said slowly
- Did you?
He repeated the same thing with his previous work. I pointed at him with my eyebrows: No. He raised his hand and quickly lowered it on my head. But with you my head.
- Soil in your head. Just go and enjoy it. I'm doing it here and you go and masturbate.
We ate dinner without saying a word. Parisa was silent. Although I did not like it at all, I did not like my work either. I thought this person probably knew something he was telling me to do. After dinner, we talked for a while and flipped through another series of our pamphlets. On one occasion, when Parisa went to Babak's bathroom, she turned her head and said
- The two of us sleep in the room and sleep in the hall. I turn on the bathroom light. I leave a particle open in the door. If you did not, at least see him naked.
We slept two or three hours later. I was nervous and could not sleep at all. I wanted to get up early in the morning and get out of this house. My head hurt. I forgot the exam. Less than half an hour later, Parisa laughed. I did not know what they were doing. After a while, the sound of laughter stopped. There was a whisper. I became curious. I went downstairs without making a noise and fell asleep. I opened the door. Someone was lying, the bathroom light was off. But in that dark white bedding around a blanket was evident. The blanket was too high. It was clear that Babak had fallen on Parisa. After a while, my eyes got used to the darkness of the room. Now I could make a better diagnosis. He also did not say or ask. Parisa was panting. He begged
- slowly.
Babak seemed to be deaf. Parisa nods violently under Babak. I laughed at our situation. Parisa had put me in charge. Babak is also Parisa. The unfortunate one did not know what Babak had told me.
That night was hard, it was morning and the exam was held. Babak got a higher score than all of us. Someone studied and studied. Two years passed and I graduated. I no longer knew about Babak and Parisa until I saw them both at a party arranged for one of the children to immigrate to Canada. The same look and the same shape and image.
Babak was a suckling baby in his arms and Parisa was holding Babak's arm tightly. They made no difference. Only Parisa was a little more open and bright. Of course, the corner was bigger too. The two antiques had been married for three years. We greeted each other very casually and intimately. I congratulated them. I also complained to them why they did not invite me to their wedding. They also made excuses for not having a phone number and address. It was as if nothing had happened between the three of us. But I had the whole story in front of my eyes as if it were yesterday.
