Sir lug arrived quite early at the Egyptian famous dinner restaurant. He looked handsome in his new all white pimp suit. He sat there with a single long rose, slowly checking out the restaurant full of couple sitting amidst candle lights and intimately conversing. The waiter- Hyperactive was a nice abgaal kid who occasionally came to Sir lug to ask if he was alright. FInally, the queen arrived in her ravishing super red dirac, with matching red gorgorad. Her gabasar and her nails all were in red as well. Sir lug as a gentleman stood up and pushed the chair for his fiancee.
Helwa: Thank you, macaan.
Sir Lug: I must say you look great. I am sweating from just being nervous, u look like a million somali shillings!
Helwa: Somali shillings? Am i worth that?
Sir Lug: No i mean it -in a authentic somali way, i am very traditional u know.
Helwa: Is that why u chose me and not Basra? That i am traditional?
Sir Lug:
Walaal what is this hostility i am sensing from u?Helwa: nothing. I just had a bad day. One of my cousins is pregnant with twins. Another one is marrying a super rich handsome cousin of her whom i had a crush on in high school. Its just not helwa's day.
Sir Lug: Ooh.
Helwa: Anyway, let us not be so dramatic, i apologize, lets start again. How are u honey?
Sir Lug:
Very well macaanto. You have never called me 'honey' before.I luv the honey word--but i prefer a more authentic somaliish word like ...gacal or macaan.Helwa:
Sir Lug: r u still mad ? do u think i like u because u r authentic somaliish? Is that why u r throwing the honey word?
Helwa: Yaqqee why r u analyzing everything!
Lets have something to eat-- *whistles* ....Waiter!!!Sir lug is sort of disgusted at a lady whistling---with such a cattleman skills in doing it.
Hyperactive comes running in his red abgaal mawacwiis...
Helwa: Waryaa hyper iska waraan walaal.
( helwa delighted to see her fellow authentic somaliish, not like sir lug who pretends to be authentic or desires to be somali authentic)Hyper:
Fiaacn walaal. U look amazing. These gaalos let me wear macaawiis to promote ethnic culture. it is a hit with the ladies. They call it Scotish kilt.Helwa:
Alaa Hyper walaal i miss u. U r so amazing. U r making money ma ha?SIr Lug: (is looking in the sealing and playing with his finger, he is gradually annoyed, feeling left out)
Hyper: I am sorry adeer i am being rude, i didnt mean to hyjack your date.
Sir lug: Is that what u were doing? I didnt notice. Suddenly i dont feel like eating.
Helwa: Oh come on now Sir lug--honey--sweety.....dont be rude to hyper- we should also tip him big.
SIr lug: r u going to pay for the meal?
Hyper: its ok i will pay the meal--it will be my pleasure.
Helwa: blushes....
Sir lug: Wow.....hyper nice game there. But i think i need to go to the restroom to refresh myself.
Helwa: Ok darling. SO.....Hyper hayee --look at your hands--the muscle do u go to the GYM nowadays? Mashaalaah.
Sir lug is disgusted by the muscle touchings and the notorious shukaansi going on....he goes to the restaraunt and suddenly gets a call ;;
Sir lug: Helloo?
Basra: Hi sexy-- i miss u---i am at the airport --am here for your wedding, can u come pick me up at the airport?
Sir Lug: Oh freaking YES!! I will be there in 10 minutes!
Sir lug goes to apologize to his love--who took the news of Basra in town lightly--she was busy blusing and touching hypers muscles. Sir lug became invisible.
Sir Lug: Ok macaanto-- i will be back ok.
Helwa: Oohh hyper----giggles giggles-----walaahi u always know how to make me sweat....
Hyper: Abaay igaa dhaa dhee---i am wearing macaawiiis --i dont want monkey business in the day light!
Helwa: giggles gigles......
