Majnun 3

The search for an apartment is taking too long. There was a great option - Yasha, I may tell about this later on - but nothing came of it.

We see each other every day, but a couple of hours together is not enough for us. It's getting harder and harder to part. We just can't!
Only Raj is at home, and I stay with you overnight.

And in the morning:

- Luda agreed that we live with her until we find an apartment.

“I don’t want to live in her place,” you answer.

I understand everything, I agree with you but I just start crying. What could I do if I cannot live without you from now on not a single day, I cannot, understand? I guess I'm crazy.

I don't say a word. You come up to me, while I'm sitting on the bed, and I bury my face in your belly. After a minute, you step back and start packing your things. Raj, who has just returned from a market, brings me neatly chopped apples on a saucer, then you go to the kitchen together, from there your muffled voices can be heard.

When you return, you start filling your bag again, and Raj lays onto bed, turns to the wall, covering his head with the blanket. His sad posture is so eloquent that I feel sorry for him.

- What did you say to him?

- That I am going with you to live together. He said 'no! What for? You are Majinu'. I said: 'I love her very much'. I’ve promised him to come here every day.

- Every day?

- Yes, he is very sad, you know.

But I am very happy.

Our first evening. I guess I'll never forget it. We are preparing dinner. Water is boiling merrily in a saucepan. You take me on your knees, I kiss you lightly; afraid to kiss more: you're hardly breathing, you are about to melt in my hands. And suddenly you jump up:

- Martha, I can't! I can't! - and, forgetting about food, pull me into our room.

They are right, your friends, you are crazy.

- My friends call me Majinu. Do you know Majinu? And you are Leila.

- Tell me.

And now I am a daughter of a cruel padishah, and you are my poor beloved. To tear our love and us apart, you are thrown into a dungeon.

In fact, it's late evening and we'are running to the nearest store for vegetables, standing in line, returning back, and all this time you'are telling me the story about Leila and Majnun, and I fix my eyes on you. How good it is when you are around all the time!

Our love does not know any routine, everything for us is only holidays. Our trips to the store, laundry, household chores, walks are like poems. You do not leave me on a single second, you follow me everywhere, we do everything together, we constantly maintain contact with our hands, eyes, lips. And every time, returning home, we almost burn out with impatience, barely manage to cross the threshold...

“I don’t recognize myself. I don't understand anything. What's going on? - my eyes, not yet dry from the tears of just experienced ecstasy, look at you questioningly and wonderingly, as at some kind of wonder. - Why do I want you so much? I want you all the time. What is it? I don't understand!

You're laughing, close your eyes, press your wet face against my palms and whisper:

 - You're very hot... You're very sexy girl, Martha!

 - No, I'm not! I wasn’t like that before! Vice versa! It's only with you! - I still can't come to my senses, and my voice breaks first into laughter, then into sobs. - What are you doing to me?

 - Me? I'm just loving you.

...over and over, and over, and over...

Of course they are right, your friends, you are crazy!

from novel WANDERER, part III