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Previously:

Faisal freed my hands and looked back at me, “Sul, bgolk klmten..”

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“Sul bgolk klmten,” he said as he stood up, “read between the lines, I don’t think anything can get any clearer,” he continued, “ anyways I asked the chef to make us food, we’re eating your favorite.” he stated as he opened the door.

“Faisal mu mshtahya akl, twni makla,” I lied.

“aklty wla ma akltyy ma yhmny btaklen.”

“What are you going do, force feed me y3ni?” I replied back

“Want to bet on it?” he replied as he raised his eyebrow teasingly, “I’ll call you when it comes..”and just like that he left the room.

Areen came back rushing as she jumped to sit on the bed,

“Spill everything, now.”

“I think your brother has a thing for me..”

“A thing for you? Sala6a are you blind or what? La la jd ma tshofen? Faisal is all over you. If you can’t notice it by his actions, then I don’t know how you’ll notice anything.”

“What actions? He treats me like I’m an adolescent! Sm3ty eish gal tw? He’ll force feed me etha ma aklt!”

She laughed and replied, “because he cares. It’s just the way Faisal has always been, too responsible and over-protecting. He always feels like it’s his job to make sure that everyone around him are in good shape and safe,” then she continued, “and if you haven’t noticed yourself, but I swear if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll disappear.”

“ya alah 3laik enti w a5ok, tflem daraja olaa,” I replied in annoyance.

“Mnafsa 3amty wsh 3ndk?”

“wsh bykon y3nii?” I shot back

“bsmalah 5la9 la taklenaa”

I hugged her, “I’m dreading the pain eli byje walaa, I can feel the cramps,” I said with a sad tone

She laughed and replied, “hatha w mafe pain! Alah y3en bukra, btwrena njom el lail b3z el nahar..”

“y7a9ilkk walaa!”

   After having dinner, spinach and mushroom ravioli, Faisal stated that he needs to talk to the butler, something about changing his car's oil, I didn’t pay attention to be honest, but Areen and I decided to sit in the balcony, snuggled up with our blankets, and each of us would read a book, for the love of books that runs in our blood.  

  I was reading “Three Cups of Tea” by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, I really don’t want to ruin the book for you if you’re planning on reading it or if you are reading it, but I’ll choose my favorite excerpt from it, “Here we drink three cups of tea to do business: the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third you join our family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything – even die.”

A clear sky above me, a faint sound of the wind hitting the trees of Hyde Park in front of me, a hot chocolate in my hand, a book in my other, a blanket wrapped around me, and my sister next to me. Regarding the small things, my life was the best I could ask for. I was laid down on the side of an L shaped sofa, and Areen laid down on the other side. I was really into my book the I didn’t feel Faisal coming out, till he sat where my feet were, I kept on reading because I really wanted to know what happens next. He lifted both my legs, from under the blanket, and shifted his seating position closer to me, and my legs were on his lap.

He noticed that I didn’t move an inch or even look at him,

“6yb 6al3ena,” he started

“hmm bgraa..” I replied

he waited for a bit, and then started teasing the bottom of my feet by tickling it for a little bit to grab my attention,

I kicked him, not like he’ll actually feel any pain, and cried in annoyance “Faisaaal 5aleni agraa..”

“6yb Sul goleli what are you reading?”

“6yb egreeli abi asma3..”

“y3ni btsf6en?”

“gd elsf6 hatha?” he asked in a threatening voice

I was considering answering him, afraid that he might get mad, but then again I thought about it and he had no right to be mad at me, he’s the one annoying me while I’m reading, so I decided to continue reading.

Areen got bothered with her brother’s nagging, so she left, with a pillow thrown at his face and a “yaal bazrr esktt!” I laughed at her reaction, and he had a pleased expression on, “mashalaah t’97ken l Areen bs, ha?”

“ee, ent ma t’97k” I replied teasingly

“ana ma a’97k ajal? ana awreek,” then his fingers attacked the sides of my ribs, my laughter was filling the place, I was pleading him to stop and trying to push his hands away, but again they’re Faisal’s hands. He stopped for me to catch my breath and I took advantage of that to sit probably.

“w skrnaa elktab arta7t?” I asked him as I placed the book on the coffee table

“al7mdllaah I feel so good now!” he replied with the cheesiest smile ever

“eli yshofk ma ygol mt5rj mn jam3a w ysht’3l ba3ad” I replied as I stood up, he held my hand and looked at me “3ala wainn elnas ray7een?” he asked,

I noted how he was clutching my hand in a very possessive manner, then how he slowly filled the gaps between my fingers with his, then how in a soothing way his thumb started rubbing against my hand.

“eg3dy m3ay,” he asked with a slinky tone,

I sat down in silence,

 “what are we?” I asked as I looked for his eyes looking for an answer.

Want to know what Faisal replied to Sultana?

Stay pitched for the next chapter to know more x

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