The truck broke down in half of the journey, so we made it back to Dubai that evening, even though we only left in the afternoon.

Trucks were not allowed to enter the main roads in the city, so we had to park our cars in the designated places and then take a taxi back by ourselves. Ratchet and I had no choice but to go back to school, while Moussa chose to go straight home.

Along the way, I talked to Moussa and talked about it, leaving aside the matter between the two of us for the time being. Not mentioning it doesn't mean that you have forgotten that when it was time to get off the bus, both of them were silent, and they seemed to have been brewing for a long time about this moment.

Not far away, the bright neon has pierced the throat of the night, and the moon is swaying, incomparably bright, and like a shaky 'desire'.

Lowering my head, my long hair spread out to cover my face, I hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"Do any of your brothers and sisters have ever been in a relationship with a non-Muslim?"

Moussa stared at the steering wheel in his hand and, unsurprisingly, shook his head weakly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "My father is a very famous doctor, my grandfather is a respected imam in the mosque, and my uncle is also a loose imam, doing some weddings and funerals, slaughtering cattle and sheep and chanting sutras. ”

I looked up at him puzzled, "What does this have to do with my profession?"

"Yes, of course. Mousa took a deep breath but did not explain further.

Perhaps, this explanation will be very hurtful.

I don't want to be concerned about that, though. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What about the friends around you, what about the people you know, is there a precedent?"

This time, he nodded and replied affirmatively, "Yes." ”

My knotted 'chest' opened up because of this word, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Come to think of it, more than 80 percent of Dubai are foreigners, and if there is no precedent, it must be impossible. While there are conservative taboos, there is also openness and tolerance.

I was about to ask again, but Brother Ricky was already urging loudly outside the car: "Cece, are you going back to school?

"Come on, wait for me for a while. I poked my head out of the window to meet Ricky, then turned to look at Mussa, with a hint of reluctance, and said, "Well, I'll go first." ”

"Good. He replied hoarsely, "I'll go park." ”

I pulled the car door and got up to leave.

"Wait a minute!" he said abruptly.

"Huh?" I turned to look at him, a surge of anticipation welling up in my heart.

Met with my expectant gaze, he paused, looked away, and said, "I don't know Singh well, he's a Sikh, so it's inconvenient for me to see him." ”

It turned out to be this, my heart was slightly lost, and soon a bright smile came up again, "I understand, you have a good rest tonight." ”

After speaking, he turned over and got out of the car, and charged and fastened the car 'door'.

“cece。 "Again, he stopped me.

I froze, standing still, waiting for what he was about to say.

"Along the way, I made a decision. He straightened his breath and said solemnly to me, "I will go back and tell my mother." ”

It's just a 'kiss', and the relationship hasn't even been determined, so can I notify my parents so quickly? Not only did he not think about it, but even I, a person who has no burden, did not think about it. I hurriedly waved my hand to shirk it: "No, no, this kind of thing will be talked about later." ”

He frowned, not in the pleasure of understanding. Slowly, he looked at me, his eyes were like the blue water in a deep pool, as if he had seen into my heart.

He called my name affectionately, gently, "cece." ”

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry. ”

This time I am sorry, he said very solemnly and hurtfully. I was a little confused by the atmosphere, and what did it mean that Musa was going to tell my mother and apologize, and I didn't know what to say, so I smiled helplessly, waved at him, and said goodbye.

Turning around and packing up, Ricky and I walked back to school. I couldn't guess what kind of entangled struggle Musa was doing in his heart at this moment.