Do what you love. Your passion is directed at what you love, so do what you love. Always...
Talha leans into his seat. The man has the skill to make people see him the way he wants to be seen. Right now, he appears to be calm and collected. Having changed his suit, his fortitude is sky high but internally there is a tornado stirring. The trigger for that is, of course, none other than his translator herself. The woman walks in like she owns the place and even has the audacity to look me in the eye and tell me that she doesn't like the smoked salmon I ordered for her but she'd go for a caesar salad instead. Walla I think I'm losing my mind. This shouldn't bother him but it really does. More than it should.
What makes matters worse is that he she looks incredible. Of all the posh women barely clothed in this hotel, the only one he is drawn to is Bela. He could have anyone, literally anyone he wants but he isn't interested. When he saw her accompanied by Saif, she was smiling at something, he couldn't help but watch her. He pretended as though he was responding to an email but in reality his eyes were elsewhere. Her black dress skimmed over her feet that are clad in gold sandals. She doesn't seem like the type to pick style over comfort. Talha, enough! He clenches his jaw in irritation.
'Quiero una muestra.' (I want a sample) His client, Pablo says finishing his dessert. His wife Ira didn't say a word. She smiled at Bela and shook her hand upon their arrival but that's it.
'He wants a sample.' Bela lifts her eyes lazily to the Man having an internal battle.
'What for?' She responds to Pablo.
'Para mostrar mi amigo.' (To show my friend) She watches Talha's reaction. She noticed the Man being awfully quiet the whole time. She intended on asking him but seeing as they have guests and her very much existent fear of him nagged at her, she stopped herself.
'Fine. But I want a confirmation of the agreement by next week latest.'
'Si, si. Okay.' Pablo attempts in English and winks at Bela for the umpteenth time. Talha taps his knuckles impatiently. He doesn't like this. Not one bit. Walla if he keeps doing this...
'Right then we'll wrap up.' The agitated Man nods at his bodyguard who in return calls the waiter for the bill. Bela tells the couple that everything is set and they stand up to say their goodbyes.
'Yo debo alguna cosa.' (I must say something) Ira announces. Bela and Talha are taken aback by the lady's sharp tone. Even her husband is shocked, her eyes her warily.
'Por favor.' Bela manages while slipping on a smile.
'Yo nunca he visto una bella pareja como ustedes dos.' (I have never seen a beautiful couple as you two) What the... Why does this keep happening? Bela's eyes are as wide as saucers, she swallows hard and watches Pablo shake his head violently. Ira is confused and frowns at her husband's theatrics.
'Mi amor no esta juntos.'(My love, they are not together) He explains in embarrassment. Oh if he's embarrassed, I'm down right humiliated right now.
'What? What are they saying?' Talha demands beside her. Great, what do I say now?
'Nos vemos mas tarde.' (See you later) Pablo says hurriedly to avoid the confrontation that is inevitably going to take place. He smiles at Talha one last time, thanks them for the food says goodnight and drags his wife away. Ira waves at Bela on her way out and grins. The translator feels torn, I'm so dead.
'What is going on?' Talha is angry now, he just witnessed his client scurry off and now his translator is red in the face.
'Nothing, don't worry about it.' Her voice is shaky.
