My nerves were tense, like a small worm invading my heart and lungs, and I was uneasy. The three people in front of me, Ayub looked embarrassed and at a loss, the other man was burly and unrecognizable, and the 'woman' who was 'covered' in black veil, wearing extremely 'fine' and complicated gold leaf eye makeup, looked at me with deep eyes, as if she wanted to look into my heart.

"This is my brother, Sherif. Ayub pointed to the burly man and introduced him to me.

I couldn't give up, and nodded subconsciously, I had already guessed the identity of this 'woman', and my heart was so weak that I turned over the river. Then I heard Ayub lower his voice and whisper, "This is my sister, Lemis, you have actually seen her before......"

"Hmmm......" I lost my words, and could only snort muffled, and my hand holding the handle of the 'door' froze as if frost.

"Cece, it's okay. Ayub softened his voice with a worried look, "My sister just wants to talk to you and see you, but it won't hurt you." ”

I don't think anything will happen to Remis, mainly because of the fact that there is a fierce Sarifu standing beside her, which always makes me uneasy.

Out of self-preservation, I couldn't stupidly put all three of them in. They come uninvited, and I won't take them all. Speaking of courage, I bluntly addressed Ayub: "Sorry, your brother doesn't seem very friendly, and I don't want him to come in too." ”

Sherif's expression immediately became more serious, and Ayub glanced at him and dissuaded, "Brother, or you ...... Waiting outside?"

Sherif was silent, so I held the handle of the 'door' and made a posture of retreating and closing the 'door', and as long as he made the slightest movement, I was ready to close the 'door' and refuse the guest. After a few seconds of confrontation, Sherif turned his head away, said "yes" sullenly, and took a few steps back.

Then I let go of the doorknob, slit the door wider, turned sideways, made way for Ayub and Lemis, and whispered, "Please come in." ”

Leamis walked first, Ayub second, and I closed the 'door' and followed them. Ayub was carrying the huge square box and stared at the box several times with a guilty expression, which made me wonder, what is this? Why is it so expression? I couldn't help but turn around and tentatively: "Come here, you don't need to bring gifts." ”

"This ......" Ayub hesitated, glanced at Lemis, and saw that her expression was as usual, and then continued, "This is what Mousa ordered for you, and it was supposed to be delivered to you this afternoon. Since we are here, we will bring it with us. ”

I frowned, "Mosa asked you to bring it?"

Ayub shook his head, but didn't want to explain. I was about to ask, but my eyes were flashed by a sudden burst of beautiful 'color'. I saw that Lemmis faded the black robe on the outside, 'revealed' the precious fashion new clothes inside, and the whole person changed from a foggy black 'color' to a new look, like a 'woman' walking on the top of the fashion 'trend'.

She put her faded black robe on the back of the sofa and sat down herself, waiting for me quietly, as if silently.

At this moment, she seems too casual under her background. Having witnessed weddings in the UAE, I know that the 'women' here love to compare and show. Although he is wrapped in a black robe on weekdays, he has to catch the fight for 'Yan' at every opportunity. Jewelry, famous bags, famous clothes, it seems that everything must be the best in order to have face in front of your companions. Although I didn't have the heart to compare, I was really disappointed to see her in such an unsuspecting situation.

So, I sat down across from her, hung my head slightly, didn't speak, and waited for her to speak. She was my age, and I thought she would be furious or snarky, but she sat in front of me with such a blank face that I couldn't see where she was.

Ayub put the box-shaped box on the table, stood up, and walked out of the drawing room, not wanting to disturb us: "You talk, I'm outside, if anything happens, I'll come in." Seeing that Lemis nodded slightly, Ayub moved his gaze to me again: "Cece, I will close the 'door' of the living room and stand outside, and I won't touch your things, okay?"

I also had nothing of value to put in the room outside, nodded and agreed.

With Ayub's withdrawal, the atmosphere of the whole room was suppressed for a moment, and it was a little suffocating. After a few minutes of silence, Lemis finally spoke first and asked me lightly, "Your name is Cece, isn't it?" I'm Lemis, you should have known it a long time ago. At the wedding, I had an impression of you because you were the only Chinese and my brother's friend. ”

Her spoken English is actually very good, it is an authentic American pronunciation, unlike many Dubaiites with a strong Indian and Pakistani flavor. Musa's spoken English is good, but it is also a mixture of American and British, and there is no authentic pronunciation like hers. I thought to myself, maybe it's because she's been with George for a long time. However, she can practice her spoken language like this with her heart, which is indeed rare among Dubai 'women'.

I nodded lightly and maintained a polite demeanor. I am a shameful author, but at the same time, because I also have a secret in my heart, so that I will not destroy myself in the face of her guilt. Trying to stay calm, I didn't let myself 'reveal' too much, waiting for her next words.

She stared at my face for a few seconds, as if she was looking at me with the superiority of a native of Dubai, and after a long time, she spoke again, with a cold politeness in her voice: "A long time ago, I told my brother that I wanted to see you, but I haven't heard from you." Now that I know of your existence, it happens that today is your birthday again, and in terms of etiquette, I should come. After all, Moussa wanted the two of us to get along well in the future. ”

Speaking of the last sentence, I finally saw the mockery and displeasure at the corners of Lemis's mouth. This expression made me sure that she actually didn't want her second wife to exist. But why didn't she refuse Moses's request?

I am sleepy and confused, but I don't know how to ask directly. Faced with her cold expression, I had no choice but to return a nail that was neither soft nor hard: "Actually, no, my birthday is simple, so I don't have to come over so much." ”

This time, as soon as my voice fell, she followed up closely: "I came because I think there are some things I need to explain to you clearly. ”

There was a chuckle in my heart, and I was about to get to the point.

Lemis's gaze was fixed on me, and her voice changed from cold to serious, without twisting, and opened the 'door' and said, "I know that you have monogamy there, and we have polygamy here. However, this does not mean that every 'woman' here thinks that it doesn't matter if her husband marries someone else at the same time. I myself did not want Moses to marry another, but my father had two wives, and when I told him about it, he did not think it mattered. My family seems to think that I should accept it, and there is no need to have too many objections. She sat upright, her head held slightly high, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke.

I listened carefully to her words, trying to figure out who she was. She looked a little arrogant, but she was calm and didn't scold me directly. To my horror, even her family knew I existed. Mousa has done a lot of things in it. I thought to myself that Lemis's acquaintance with George may have been more influenced by Europe's independent and autonomous 'spirit' culture. But she was born in such a conservative and traditional family. I suddenly remembered what George had told me that his Arab 'girlfriends', although he was not allowed to take pictures, liked the pictures he had taken of his 'women' people, and looked at each one carefully. These words softened my heart, and I imagined the proud 'woman' in front of me, dressed in a famous brand, carefully examining the free souls in George's photographs with her fingers, and my heart was filled with sympathy. Perhaps, she also wants to have the freedom to show off her beauty, but she can't do that.

However, when she said this, I did not particularly understand her intention and position. After sorting out his thoughts, he asked her lightly, "Do you mean that you want me not to marry Moses?"

Lemis snorted lightly and raised her hand: "Of course I don't want it, but if you really want to marry, I can't stop it." Although I have to agree to the legal requirements, sometimes it is very helpless. It's not just my thoughts, it's my family's opinion. At this moment, her seriousness also dissipated, and began to overflow with a strong sense of threat: "I can't stop it, but I still have to remind you that you won't have a very comfortable life." The example of two wives and one husband may not be familiar to you, but I have seen a lot. There are harmonious ones, and there are discordant ones. However, if one of the two wives is a foreigner, I haven't seen anyone get along well. This is especially true in the case of Mussa's family. ”

Even though I didn't decide to marry Moussa as my second wife, I followed her words and asked, "Why?"

"Musa's parents don't even know much English, they don't like foreigners, and they can't 'socialize' with you at all, and you will be wronged in the future. And if you are in the oil industry now, even if you are allowed to work in the future, you will have to change to another position. Can you bear it? Why marry here for money, or naturalize in Dubai?"

Her last two words 'provoked' me, and even though I had tried my best to remain silent, I raised my voice at the moment: "You threaten me so much, you don't want a second wife and a husband so much, why don't you just divorce Moussa? ”

My words made Leamis fall silent for a moment, and after a long time, she raised her head and finally leveled her eyes: "No matter who I marry, I will do this as a housewife." Moussa is 'good' to me, better tempered than the average Dubai man. Two people respect each other like guests, and there is nothing that must be divorced. If you change someone else, maybe it's not as good as this. ”

These words were a little sad, and I couldn't help but choke in my heart, and I was wrapped in a deeper feeling. She seemed to sense my gaze and didn't want to stay any longer, so she stood up, raised her head again, and said firmly: "Anyway, that's all I have to say today, I hope you can think about it carefully." I can't stop you, but I will never live in harmony with you, and you won't have a good time in the future, I hope you can give up on your own. ”

After speaking, she picked up the black robe on the sofa and walked out of the living room proudly. I didn't send her off, but through the crack in the open 'door', I saw her shake the black robe in her hand, put it back on, put on her headscarf, and all that was left was a pair of eyes painted with gold leaf.