It was Saturday morning, my husband had gone for his usual game of golf, which gave me most of Saturday to myself, that I loved, I could clean the apartment or leave it, go shopping or not, rest and catch up with friends; the day was my very own quality time.
It was 9:00am, when I heard noises from the apartment next door, it had been empty for 2 months now, I poked my head out of ours to try and see what was going on, you do know us women, always nosey.
I saw men carrying furniture in, and packaging out, after a while a young lady appeared, wow was she a beauty, I would have to watch my silly husband with her I thought! I laughed at that idea.
I went and made a pot of tea, got cups, milk and sugar, a packet of biscuits, put them all on a tray, and round I went, I tapped on the open door and called out if anyone was in.
A man appeared and said hello, this is Soraya, and he pointed to the girl I had seen earlier, my oh my, was she a beauty, Asian, Indian, somewhere eastern, I was to find out later that she was in fact a Pakistani, long, very long, shiny black hair, it was like waves of black gold! Parted down the centre, and hung down to her waist.
My height, about 5 feet 7" tall, well built, and by that I mean totally built, heavy but pointed boobs, held in by the snug fitting blouse she was wearing, narrow waist, legs that went on forever by the look of the jeans she had on, and black high heeled shoes, which put her height to about 5feet 11"
Her face was a thing of magic, no make up at all, black arched eye brows, the longest black lashes, a typical Asian nose, long, but rounded nicely, full lipped, and a squarish chin that held her face in a permanent pose, all sat on a long slender neck.
The reason I was taken aback by her was, although we were of different ethnic origins, neither my face nor hair, was a bit like hers, we could have been twins in body sizes, and height.
I entered greeted, and welcomed my new neighbour, said my name was Christine Harton from next door, but to call me Chris, I set down the tray, she professed her gratefulness, and we all had a tea break, although I wasn't really at work, afterwards I started helping out, getting things straight etc.
The men left, and as we worked I was doing tasks she was setting me, we chatted, it turned out that her parents were in Pakistan, were a wealthy family, one brother who would arrive in about two months time to build a business for his father, and she was over here to study, no boy friend I enquired, no, she said, no time for that.
I laughed and said good girl, you keep away from men they are nothing but trouble, we both laughed at that, and she said she had no intention of going down that route.
I liked her tremendously, it seemed to me we had a definite connection, then a surprise, she said to me, Chris, you are one of the nicest persons I have ever met, and I have only known you for 2 hours!
We compared our vital statistics, and found we were exactly the same size in everything we had; even our bras were the same, amazing!
I asked her how old she was, and she said she was 18, going on 19 in four months time, wow, I exclaimed, all this and only that age, Im impressed, Im 28 I said, and wouldn't have dared to do anything like this.
Well all this was set up by my father's agent, so all I have to do is move in and square things; her English was almost perfect, just a hint of a mother tongue in her words, which to me enhanced her bearing.
It was 12:00 now so I invited her to mine for a spot of lunch, we continued chatting away none stop, after a while I realised I was telling her my life story, and she was telling me hers, we were becoming firm friends that was for sure, I felt so happy to have someone next door after the last miserable old sod had left.
We went back to her apartment and kept up the loading and unloading, that goes on with making a home a home, we discussed everything, and agreed on almost everything too, we even seemed to think alike, it was amazing, we both giggled like school girls when we both tried to do the same thing!
The day shot by, my mobile rang, it was my husband asking me where I was, as he was home, and no me. I looked at the clock; it was past 4:00! I've got to run Soraya I said, if he goes out tonight to his golf club, you want to come to mine for a drink and something to eat, she definitely did she said, she gave me her number and I went home happy, to an unhappy husband because the poor thing was hungry. Awwww!
8:00 came round Mike went to his club to get a tee time for the next Saturday, so I called Soraya, and she came round, we had a ball, laughing giggling about everything in the world, I had found a soul mate, I told her I was really glad I had met her, and she said the same to me.
Sunday morning arrived, I felt alive, I made breakfast for Mr Misery, he was always like this on a Sunday morning, a couple of drinks too many Saturday night, so I said I was going next door to see Soraya, he asked if he could come too, sure I said, so we knocked on her door, and she opened it.
And I almost heard Mikes jaw hit the floor, I giggled, told him to put his tongue back in, and introduced them to each other, Soraya was very much amused by him, she giggled too, we a had a coffee, then Mike reluctantly dragged his eyes off her and left, saying he had things to do, I was okay with that.
