VIII

Previously:

I rested my head on the pillow and kept quite till sleep almost got to me

“Sul nmtyy?” he whispered through the phone

“hmm laa lsaaa” he heard the sleepiness in my voice

“agolk shay?” he asked

“hmm gool”

“dnyty wla shay mn donik, mn ‘3air shay”

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  I woke up after my 3 hour ‘nap’ feeling fresh and energetic, I noticed the telephone laid down next to my pillow then I remembered that I fell asleep while Faisal was on the other end, a smile formed on my sleepy face. Few minutes later, Jen one of our maids, rushed into the room asking me to change since my dad asked about me and was waiting for me in one of our living rooms.

    I decided to wear a white sharp-cut shirt with a dark blue necklace on top, an overly sized grey long cardigan, and to feel more comfortable I wore black leggings with them. For my hair, I was gifted with a naturally smooth curly dark brown hair, not the crazy type of curls though! Since I showered and slept I woke up with perfect big waves that are kind of identical to each other, just like if I would curl it with a curling machine. So I parted my hair in the middle and braided it to the side in a messy style like I always do.   

  I walked to our brown living room, and found my dad setting on his favorite massage armchair, drinking tea while watching AlJazera Channel. He greeted me once he saw me,

“ya hala blyy nawar elbait bjytah! Ya hala bly ma ashtag lnaa!”

I kissed his forehead, “elnor norkk Baba! W wala 7ram 3laik, ashtag lkum ktherr! 3shan ktha rja3tt”

“ya b3d eldnya, 3asa ma yo7shik ghalyy abad!”

“ameen!” I replied back to him

“ela agol ana sm3t ena fe nas bykbron b3d km mn youm, w mub 9ayren teenagers anymore..”

I smiled at him and replied sarcastically, “ya alah ya tura meen??”

He spoke as he laughed, “6yb golely ya baba eish wdk ajeblk?”

“abad walla wla shay! bs wdi b shay wa7id, ena enshala astans feh m3 kl elnas eli a7bhum w yhmony the most!”

“hatha shay akeed enshalaa! Bs as a gift, eish b5a6rik?”

“walla baba al7mdllah mu b5a6ry shay! Bs etha fe bgolk!” I knew that he would keep on asking till I gave him the answer he wants, and honestly I didn’t want or need anything at the time!

“5la9 ajal fakry b shay w goleli ok? Ana nazil el majlis, 3amik bymr ybeni b sha’3la”

   As he made his way to the ground floor, I opened the Apple TV, went on Netflix, and played an episode of Two Broke Girls. Half way through the episode I heard the main entrance’s door open, and my Dad’s voice greeting my uncle.

    I finished my third episode and realized that I haven’t checked my IPhone since I woke up, and so I went to my room to get it. I had one miscall and a couple of Whatsapp messages, I scrolled down my chat list till I got to his name and opened the chat,

“- you were too peaceful for words. 7akeni lma t97en <3” @2:38 PM

“- Sul?

- Still not up?

- lhal darja t7ben elnom?” @5:31 PM

“ana w aboy jayen elyoum 3ndkum;p” @6:09 PM

He was downstairs in the Majlis too, but I didn’t hear his voice when he came in,

“Heyy! La 97ait mn zman bs ma shayakt jawali :p”

“wainkk?” he asked

“second floor! Brown living room, why?”

“- bs as2al, enzly slmy yalah!

- wla agolkk la tnzlen al7en b3dain;p

- ok?”

“umm ok..” weird I thought.

I called my mom to see why she took so long at my grandparents’ house,

“Hala mama! mama waink?”

“hala ya mama! Wala ga3da m3 jaditik, leh feh shay?”

“la bs 6fisht! Baba ga3id m3 3ami w Faisal t7at, w enti 6aal3ah!”

“dgeega 3mik w Faisal bl beat?” she asked surprised

“ee..”

“5la9 ajal ana 5 dgayg w akon bl beat!” she replied in a hurry.

  She ended the call before I got to say anything else. I went back to my room and decided to work on some university stuff, such as emailing my professors and making sure that I had my schedule the way I wanted. It took my mom more than 5 minutes to get to the house and come into my room. 

   She sat on my creamy colored sofa, and patted the seat next to her, inviting me to move from my desk and set beside her,

“7abebty, 3amik w wld 3amik twhum 6l3o mn 3nd abok w glt aje aklmk bl mw’9o3 gbl ay a7ad..”

I knotted my eyebrows and looked at her with a huge question mark on my face, she continued talking,

“tw wld 3amik ja y6lb ydik mn abok w enk t9eren zojta w 7lalh 3ala snat alah w rasolah! Mn 3umr eldnya w kl a7ad ygol ena Sultana l Faisal w Faisal l Sultana, w el9ra7a ana w abook nshof ena mafe a7san mn Faisal lk! Ana w abok mwafgen w ho wld 3amik w e7na ma nshof ela enk twafgen ya 7bebty..”

I got angry. For so many reasons:

A. He was taking things way too fast.

B. He did not include me in the picture, not even by telling me why he was at our house in the first place.

C. The fact that my parents were forcing me into this, but not literally, just because he’s my cousin and we were “meant to be” ever since god knows when.

“6yb w etha rfa’9t?” I asked calmly

“na3amm? W laish enshala? Hatha Faisal! Mra7 tlgen a7ad mthlah! W b3dain ana sa2la Areen, Faisal y7bk w ymout feek!” she replied with a higher voice tone

“6yb ana ma glt eni ra7 alga mthlah aw ankart 7ubah! Bs ana wainy bl mw’9o3? Leh mali ray? Leh kl shay y9er mn wray? Leh ma t76oni bl9ora? 3shani Sultana el6yba elsakta eli mar7 trf’9 6alab?” tears started to form and roll down my cheeks involuntary, but I continued to talk and didn’t surrender to cry, “ee ya mama mar7 alga zayah w a9lan mafe zyah, bs lesh kitha ma ygoli ena by56bni! A9lan wla mara galy a7bik, twna walaa" the lump in my throat was stronger than I was to suppress it, and so I started to sob. 

  My relationship with my mother is built on trust, I trust her with everything in my life, therefore I keep nothing from her, and that’s why I told her about Faisal and I! It was obvious anyways, so why lie?

She took me in her chest and hugged me to calm me down; she wiped my tears away, and looked me in the eye,

“6yb bs2lk enty t7benah?”

I stayed quite to think about her question, “ma adri.. a3rf eni a7b ebtsamtah w enah daym ygdr y’97kny, w ena etha 9ar feh shay a7s 3ady y9er feni ana shay, m3 ena fe kther ashya2 feh tz3jny bs lsa ma t2thr feni kthr ma y2thr feni fkrat enah yt4akrni kl ma a9ba7 w amsa b klamah eli yrsle eyah!”

My mom sighed a sigh of relief as she spoke, “al7mdllaah ena fe msha3r! Ya mama ana a3rf ena elwalad mayt 3laik, w ymkn y9er feh shay lw 9rty l ‘3araih!” she stopped for a minute then continued, “ana agol e7ki m3ah w ento 7olo el mw’9o3 b6regatkum! 5le abok 3alay w ana bgolah enik msh’3olah m3 eljama3a 3ala ma trden w enk mtshatita! Bs la t6wlon 6yb ya mama?”

“enshlaah” I replied as millions of thought went through my head on how am I supposed to talk to Faisal about this. My mom left me with my thoughts, and only my thoughts.

  I was irritated and mad at Faisal, so much that I wasn’t going to play any games with him, I grabbed my IPhone and ignored what he wrote me, and typed: 

“thank you for keeping me updated with your future plans, especially when they’re related to me :)”

I was pissed. big time. 

Stay tuned for the next chapter x 

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