#wrong number.

[thehumancaptchatest]

Ich liebe dich, mein liebling. Mit jedem teil meiner seele bete ich dich an. 💙

[mimedusa-blog]

❛❛ how can you smile in moments like this? ❜❜

a starter : wrong number

when she called the number to pick her up from a recent kill, she doesn’t expect a new face. or maybe she called the wrong number. she’s sure, of course, that she called the right clean-up crew, because it was the same person who answered on the phone every single time, but this driver is new – oh. right. it was the number she found on a card clutched in the dead woman’s hand. she decides to say nothing of it, and go with the flow. 

“what? it’s fun.” she doesn’t take off her mask yet, and settles in the dark back seat covered in blood that is entirely not her own. her hands are still trembling from the adrenaline, the excitement of the hunt, and she even laughs a little, covering her mouth with the back of her hand like that’ll muffle the noise in this small space. “i asked for a ride, as per usual, and not your twenty questions or your judgement, thank you.” she looks up then, and places her hands over the driver’s seat, at the driver’s shoulder. she means to spook her a bit. maybe if she asks really vague questions, jinah will know whether to get out of this car quicker than she normally would. “so, what’s your name, honey? you drive around people like me often, or what?”

[rouba-abouzeid]

7 am phone call freak out

The phone just wouldn't stop ringing! At first I thought I was dreaming, then I realized it was our actual phone, and it was insistingly calling someone to wake up. So I ran to answer, half asleep and in total panic.

With a husband, brother, sister and half of my extended family living abroad; a 90+ year old sick grand-ma, a father in law at a rather "advanced" age, relatives battling cancer, and the list goes on, a simple phone call at an unusually early hour has so many opportunities to turn into a nightmare.

Add to that Mia who woke up at 3 am, hungry and just wouldn't go back to sleep; for so many consecutive nights, I lost count.

And my eight-months pregnancy hormones all over the place which are turning me into this insanely oversensitive (understatement) pathetic, sleep-deprived ball of tears!

Needless to say my reasoning capacities were in complete shock and it took me an eternity to process every word I heard.

Voice: Hello

Me: Hello, who is this?

Voice: Is this Rouba's house?

Blank. Oh. My. God. 

Me: Yes, this is Rouba, speaking. (screaming) Mom! 

Thankfully mom came on time to take the phone off my hands and ask the *right* question: Rouba who ?

Voice: Rouba Halwani.

Mom: You've got the wrong number sweetie... No problem... Don't worry.

And now of course, neither I nor my parents can go back to sleep. So we're having coffee and tumblring...