Unexpected: Chapter7

A very special thank you to my friend who wrote this chapter<3

You guys will love it as much I did and more, she's amazing! 

Oh, and for the kuwaitis please excuse any mistakes :$!

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Reema came over, so she and I could go for a little shopping spree together. 

I was wearing this sleeveless ankle-length white dress. I wore my navy blue cardigan, grabbed my cross-body bag and slipped on my espadrilles then went out with Reema.

Before going out of the apartment Reema saw a picture of Turki on his graduation day.

Reema: mno ha4a?
Anoud: Turki.. hoo errm zojy.
Reema:  ha4a raylich? Eshawg mashallaa..
Anoud:  thank you! 

I blushed, and something very similiar to jealousy flared in me. What on earth am I jealous for?

Reema: allaah y5leekm lb39' enshallah.
Anoud: ameen, shokraan.

You had no clue ya Reema.

~

We went to Maximilian-strasse, and started the wonderful journey of shopping. Reema was really nice and a had a fabulous sense of style. We decided to go in a huge department store, then made our way up directly to the clothing floor. 

And while we were looking around Reema picked up a little black dress from Givenchy and demanded that I try it. I was hesitant, It's not that I don't like the dress, it's just not my style. This dress was more of an edgy look, and my style isn't like that at all. 

I'm more of a laid-back girl who loves to wear loose clothing and baggy clothes.

I went into the fitting room to try on the dress Reema picked. I wore it, and when I opened the door I saw Reema waiting anxiously. “Aaah! Etshawgeeen! You have to buy it!! If you don't I will!!” She said jumping up down. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, it didn't look bad at all. Actually, it looked good.. It fit my my body and it hugged my curves perfectly. I kind of felt a bit more confident wearing it. “Okay” I said with a nod.


I payed for the dress and a few other things I liked. Then We decided to leave. We were walking towards Cartier, when I bumped into the last person I thought I'd see that day,




Waleed.


Waleed. Yes waleed. This is just UGH. I can't describe how I'm feeling right now, mixed emotions maybe? Crazy thoughts were roaming around my mind. I couldn't think straight. W 6b3n tn7t b wajha.

He stared at me, without even a single blink.

All that happened in a millisecond.

I heard myself whisper “ohmygod” tears were filling my eyes, but I had to hold myself together in front of him and not show him that I was weak, so I smiled my million dollar smile, at least that's what Maha calls it.

My god, I missed Maha so much :(

Focus Anoud, FOCUS! Waleed is right in front of you, staring.

“3noud?!?!” He said, as if he's not believing his own eyes. “Ahlan Waleed” I smiled.

“Esh jabk Munich?” He asked. 

Seriously?! That's what you're asking me about. -.- I stared at him, it was almost like I was glaring at him.

“Uhh..Um, can we talk? I mean in private?” He said while looking at Reema.

“Oh, I'll leave you too alone, I need to buy my sister her birthday gift!” She said then went into Cartier.

“N3m waleed?” I said with my brow raised. I was pissed that I saw him today. I mean, this whole marriage thing with Turki was because of him, so basically, I have a right to be annoyed and pissed.

“kaifek?” He asked. “Kwaisa al7mdillah” I replied. “Zaman 3nik” he smiled widely. “5l9nee waleed shtbee?” I said with annoyance. 

“3anoud, I love you. I always had and I'll always will.” He seemed so sincere, but no. “Take my number and let's go out sometime” he took out a piece of paper, scribbled something on it and handed it to me.

I didn't take it. “I'm sorry waleed, but I'm a married woman now. I can't go out with you.” I proudly said that and walked away, he was stunned. 7setnii mrra ksh5a.

All I was filled with was rage and anger. Why didn't he tell me he loved me before I married Turki? I went in Cartier and called Reema asking her where she was.

She bought whatever she wanted and I was looking at the "Love" collection, for some reason I've always wanted the "Love" bracelet but didn't buy it, because I wanted my true love to get it for me as a symbol of his love. 

That thought brought me to tears.

“3noud, shfeech?” Reema asked with concern. “Mafeeni shay let's just leave” I faked a smile and continued walking. After a while of shopping; I had a whole new wardrobe. Everything I bought today was colourful and showed off my body nicely. I was pretty tired.

Anoud: Rayoumm, allah y3afek aby ag3d! 
Reema: yallaa hina fe cafe greeb nro7 nag3d feh.
Anoud: ok! I'm so hungry yallaa!!

When we finally found and decent cafe and started eating.

Reema: so 3noud how come you never told us about that hottie husband of urs? And who on earth was hottie number 2?
Anoud: well, it's a long story..
Reema: and I have all the time in the world!

I started telling her my whole story; I  just couldn't bear it anymore. I was so tired of carrying this burden alone the whole time. Two years were long enough for me to suffer on my own.


“3noud, ever thought about getting a haircut? Y3ni a new look t'3yreen shaklich shwaya” She asked, I'm guessing she realized that I was heartbroken. 

“La wallah, I never had the guts to do it.” I said sipping on my hot Starbucks drink.

“3yal yallah, let's go!!” She jumped with excitement. “Laa Reema a5aaf” I whined. “Hey yolo” she smirked. “You're seriously bringing up yolo into this?” I asked.

“Life is about taking risks, and you miss goodytooshoes need to take a risk.” She said. She had a point. “Fine” I squeezed my eyes shut to the thought that I had short hair.

~

We went inside the salon, and Reema asked about a woman named Jolanda (Yolanda). I went in and sat on the uncomfortable stool, waiting for this Jolanda woman to show up.


She came and asked me about what I want to do with it, at first I said that I want it cut its edges only.

Reema didn't like the idea and had second thoughts, she suggested shortening it untiltil it was a pixie cut. (Boy haircut) I obviously said no, so we stuck on only having it shortened till under my ears bshwy.

I looked at my reflection staring back at me in the mirror.

I gasped.

My beautiful long caramel hair is now gone. My pretty waves are gone. 

I looked different.

Reema: “ohmygod...-You look absolutely AMAZING” she screamed.

Yolanda: “this is very pretty look on you” she said with her thick German accent.

I smiled, I did look different, but I liked it.

~

Reema dropped me at my building, and I gave the bellboy the bags. I was walking to the entrance slowly bcuz I was so tired from all the shopping we did today, and my encounter with Waleed. 

Someone's face caught my attention; it was Turki. He was waving bye to a gorgeous blond before she got into a sleek BMW, and he had a huge smile on his face. I felt like my heart was being stabbed endlessly, and then I walked quickly to our apartment before he could see me.

I went into my room as fast as possible; ignoring the pain in my chest. I immediately thought about the black dress, I took it out from its plastic case and wore it. I stood in front of my full length mirror that was next to the living room.

I stared at myself for a moment, a few hours ago, I was Anoud the laid back girl with long hair, and now; I looked totally the opposite. I had more confidence in myself.

He saw me, and his face was confused, and his mouth was shaped like an "o". I can tell that he's shocked.

Turki: “3noud?” I turned around and smiled a shy smile. “Hi” was all I said.
Turki: “w-w-wain sh3rik?!” Still looking confused. 
Me: “G9aita!” I fake smiled still feeling the pain.

Turki's face getting a bit red, which well okay scared me. And I  automatically took a step back.

Turki: “laish ya 3noud??” - “sh3rik marra 7luu!! Laish g9aaiteeh??” 

He was pissed, I can tell. But why? Because I cut my hair? As if he cared y3nii. My eyes were gleaming with tears. And just when I was about to say something he cut me off.

Turki: “6yb laish ma glteely 3la al a8l?? Uhh- uhh mo ga9di ena shain bs.. Bs kan glteely enik btg9eena mu..-”

I started crying. I cried because he hated, and I cried because he had the decency to judge me about cutting my hair while he had a woman in our  apartment. 

I ran to my room, and closed the door with force. 

To be continued...
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