Inevitably Captivated
I frown.
“Who gives a fuck.” He shrugs with a wide smile on his face. He places both of his hands on my waist and I laugh a little as he helps me sway it. I wrap my arm around his neck and dig my head in his chest to muffle my laughter. He’s crazy. I love him. “I have no absolute idea what the part in the other language means, but I like it,” he admits.
“The song is called Trika Trika, which means leave her leave her,” I translate to him, “It says, tell me why you drove me crazy, people told me to immediately leave you. All this talk is unbelievable, unbelievable,” I translate the whole Arabic part to him.
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