Intense heavy metal rock echoed in the old off-road vehicle that had been resold countless times. Salem shook his head to the beat of the drums and hummed along with the melody. He was looking forward to today's surfing.
He had learned to surf not long ago from his cousin who worked in Alexandria and immediately fell in love with this exciting sport. As long as he had time to work, he would always take time to go to the beach to practice.
On the outside, he had a dark face and looked like a shy adolescent, but deep down, he was as passionate and rebellious as rock music.
Going out to surf alone was a way for him to vent the long-suppressed passion in his heart.
Unlike his compatriots in the tribe, he hated the desert, liked the sea, hated the smell of camels, liked the smell of gasoline, liked the lifestyle of big cities, liked the trendy digital equipment, and liked the foreign girls who wandered the streets of big cities.
However, his father always sent a message to him, urging him to go back and inherit the family business.
God knew what kind of family business he could inherit? It was nothing more than a few broken shacks!
It was already a new era, so why did he still have to follow the old traditions?
He resisted his father with silence and stubbornly stayed in the Port of Mersa Matruh to work. He was determined to go to Cairo and even more prosperous places to work one day.
Surfing was his way of resisting.
He didn't dare to practice surfing on the crowded popular beaches because he knew he was not good at it and might hurt people. He also felt that it would be embarrassing if he failed in front of a beautiful girl.
The familiar coastline appeared in front of him. Salem stopped the car, turned off the engine, and took off his coat, revealing the one-piece swimsuit inside.
He had been to this coast a few times. There were few tourists, and there were a few cafes and restaurants nearby, but they were not open now. It was a good place for surfing — at least he thought so.
He excitedly got out of the car and took out his surfboard. He couldn't wait to plunge into the sea, enjoy the gentle embrace and coolness of the sea, and enjoy the feeling of conquering the waves under his feet.
Huh?
He noticed that there was another car parked a little further away. There was a person standing there with an umbrella next to him. As for other details, because the distance was too far, he couldn't see clearly. He couldn't even see whether the person was a man or a woman, but judging from his clothes, it seemed to be a man.
It turned out that someone had already come. It was probably an ordinary tourist. Judging from his attire, he didn't seem to have any intention of going into the sea, so it shouldn't affect Salem's surfing.
Salem withdrew his gaze and closed the door, but his eyes met with another pair of eyes.
In the grass nearby, a black and white kitten sat sneakily. Its body was curled up as if it was hiding something.
What beautiful eyes!
Salem was slightly stunned. He had seen many cats, but none had such silver-gray eyes. After looking at them for a long time, he seemed to be sucked into these eyes. It was like lying in the desert, looking up at the stars in the dark night sky above his head.
Where did this cat come from? Was it someone else's cat or a stray cat?
It was a pity that the place where he worked didn't allow people to keep pets. Otherwise, he would have taken it home.
He grinned, raised his arm, and waved. "Hello!"
The black and white kitten was still staring at him, but the man in the distance thought that Salem was greeting him and waved back.
This was awkward.
Out of politeness, Salem waved to the man again.
"Meow ~"
The black and white kitten meowed softly, as sweet as milk rice with ice cream.
He had always missed the milk rice he had eaten in Alexandria Harbor. His cousin had treated him to a meal cooked with a mixture of milk, butter, and rice, and topped it with ice cream, crushed nuts, and shredded coconut.
Was it an illusion?
The black and white kitten seemed to shake its head at him, as if saying, "No."
Don't do what?
Don't go into the sea to surf?
He laughed. How could a cat talk? How could a cat understand the joy of surfing?
"Goodbye. I hope you're still here when I go ashore."
He lowered his head, picked up his surfboard, and ran toward the sea.
He threw the surfboard into the sea, jumped on it, and rowed toward the sea.
The familiar feeling came again, and the passion in his heart surged even more.
At this moment, he forgot everything else. What tribe, working, girls, dreams, money, everything was no longer important. He just wanted to surf and conquer the sea alone!
The waves rose and fell.
He was highly focused, and surfing techniques flashed repeatedly in his mind. There were only waves in his eyes.
In his eyes, the waves seemed to have a life of their own, following different trajectories of birth, growth, strength, aging, and finally breaking and dying.
No two waves were exactly the same.
His cousin had praised him for being very talented and learning things quickly. He felt that he was right. He had always been very smart.
The surfboard became an extension of his limbs, rising and falling with the waves with him.
The bitter seawater that occasionally splashed into his mouth made him even more excited, and the inherited strength in his bloodline was stimulated. He cheered as he completed a medium-difficulty turn.
He had become more and more familiar with the waves in this area. After a few more practices, he might be able to try to go to a public shipwreck and perform in front of beautiful girls.
Time always passed very quickly when surfing. Even though he was extremely focused on surfing, he noticed that the sky seemed to have darkened while he was paddling. It was the longest time of the year when it was daytime. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have darkened so quickly.
The first reaction of people in other countries might be that it was going to rain, but come on, this was Egypt!
He glanced to the west and saw the towering wall made of sand and dust, as well as the smear of dark red amidst the dusky yellow.
Hmm … It was the harmattan wind that was rare in this season.
As a child who grew up in the desert, he recognized the name of the storm at a glance. His heart did not waver because he was very familiar with the characteristics of this wind and knew that the harmattan wind was not dangerous. Besides, he was now at sea, not in the desert.
Should he go ashore?
Forget it, it was still early. He would find a slightly calm sea and wait for the wind to pass before continuing surfing. Because his body was now covered in seawater, he would be covered in mud when the wind blew on shore, and it would not be good to get into the car to avoid the wind with his whole body wet. The car was not his, and it would be difficult to borrow a car next time if he got it dirty.
He looked around and suddenly found that on the undulating sea, there was an area that was surprisingly calm. It was not far away.
In fact, he had noticed that area before, but the sea was too calm for him to surf, so he had never gone there.
The passion and sense of accomplishment of surfing filled his body. He did not think much about why the sea was different from the others. He leaned over the surfboard and used all four limbs to paddle in that direction.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
