Unexpected: Chapter9

Hello!

Okay listen up new system,!(I'm so cool ana w my systems:$) School is back, which is painfully horrible, so is my hectic life so posting will be on 2 certain days which are friday and tuesday.

SORRY! The chapter was done min ymkn 9? Bes I was in a place with zero reception. Mag6o3a 3n el3alm basically. W wallah b3'et a9e7 l2ni darya enkm btgolon s7bt w mdri wsho w bt39bon</3 asfaa wallaaah :'(

Enjoy!


-

Previously:
I went out of my room wearing a yellow maxi dress that stuck to my body nicely, it had a slit opening till my knees. I paired it with a denim vest, and I wore brown leather gladiator sandals. I put on my rings, and stacked some bracelets and bangles on my arms. I grabbed my bag, and I was almost out the door when I heard Turki calling my name.

Turki: 3noudi?
Anoud: n3m fe shy?
Turki: laa wla shy..

I walked into the cafe, and ordered my coffee and Waleed's. I was there early so I sat down and nervously played with my fingers. What was I doing? Going out with a guy who isn't my husband and everyone knows I'm married. 

No one has the right to judge me! My own husband goes out with another woman w he brings her to our apartment. 

All my worries and thoughts vanished when I saw Waleed enter the coffee shop and a huge smile was drawn on his face when he saw me. I gave him a shy smile to show him that I was happy to see him too. He sat in front of me, and put his hand's on mine. I wanted to pull mine back 3la 6ol. 

The way his hands on mine felt was wrong. Waleed's hands were rough and his fingers were pudgy (chubby), they weren't like Turki's, but they felt warm on mine. 

Waleed: shfek 7bebti?

It felt weird to be called 7bebti; Turki preferred 'galbi'. I should stop comparing him to Turki! Waleed loves me, and Turki doesn't. I should just understand that. 

Anoud: I'm fine. Bes knt afkr bldwam.. 

We talked for half an hour but I had to leave for work. Waleed 7awl ymsk ydi, bes s7btaha. 

Waleed: hw shfek?

Anoud: umm, wla shy bes a7sn lw ma msktni.. 

Waleed: leeh? 3adi tra 3noud ana btzwjk w bt9eren mrty. 

I nodded but I just told him ena it wasn't the time yet. He took it with an open mind, and just smiled at me but it felt forced. 

~

I was going through some case files, and I was getting a headache. I was an intern at a law firm, and we had a huge case we were handling w the lawyer in charge of me assigned me to this case with him. That is a huge thing, bcuz interns never make it on big cases like that. Shakl Mr.Philip likes me. 

Jani 9oda3 mn kthr elreading. I wanted to get up and get some coffee. I looked at my watch and it said 3:40, 20 more minutes and I get to go home. 

I got up after my work was done; Mr.Philip came to my desk. 

Mr.Philip: hello, Anoud.

Anoud: Hi sir.

Mr.Philip: how are you today?

Anoud: I'm fine, thank you. How about you? 

Mr.Philip: I'm great. I wanted to ask you, are you free tonight?

Anoud: ugh, tonight?

Mr.Philip: yes, there's a photography gallery opening gala and I want you to come.

Anoud: oh, that would be such a pleasure.

Mr.Philip: I know how much you like photography, and you can even bring your husband.

Anoud: ermm..

Mr.Philip: oh, I see you're not wearing the wedding band anymore. You can come alone as well. My wife and I will be there. 

I smiled at him and thanked him. I told him I'd come. On the way home I started touching my ring finger; it felt so weird not to wear it. I never knew that Mr.Philip noticed it.

~

I came out of the shower, and opened my closet. I needed to pick something to wear, and I needed to look good. I'm going out for Lunch with Reema w the rest of the girls. 

My phone rang and it said Waleed on the caller id. I picked it up 3la 6ol.

Waleed: alo?

Anoud: hi.

Waleed: hi 7bebti, keefik?

Anoud: kwaiysa, ent keefik? W keef kan eldwam?

Waleed: 9ra7a professor's elPhD 3'thetheen akthr mn elmasters.

Yeah, Waleed already took his masters.

Anoud: allaah y3enik wallah.

I heard a woman laugh and talk. What the h*ll?

Anoud: shaklik msh3'ol?

Waleed: laa2 7bebti ana ga3d fe gahwa m3 9a7bi Fadi w zojta w bes knt bt6mn 3lek. 

Anoud: ahaa.

Waleed: haa wsh btsawen elyom? 

Anoud: b6l3 m3 9a7baty w b3den brou7 a photography gala.

Waleed: I'm invited too! Ashofik ajl? 

Anoud: ee, enshallah. 

Waleed: so ween btro7on tt3'don?

Anoud: bnro7 an italian place fe 4ak elshari3 eli wra eljam3a.

Waleed: ajl bjek henak. 

Anoud: laa waleed wshlon! Bekon m3y 9a7baty la t7rejni m3hum. 

Waleed: wsh d5lni fehm? Ana jay ashof 7bebti. 

I laughed shyly and blushed. He was so sweet. After a few minutes we hung up, and I went back to looking for clothes. 

I wore a pair of skinny coral pants, that go along perfectly with my sleeveless light washed denim shirt. I slipped on my brown Hermés slippers. I looked at my jewelry drawer, and saw my wedding ring. Albs'h wla ma albs'h? I decided not to and  grabbed my phone and sunglasses, then I took my cross-body bag and I was ready to go!

I went out of the apartment, and took my keys from the front table. Before I opened the door to leave; Turki came in. I almost bumped into him, he looked at me but kept quiet. I was holding up my left hand with my phone in it, and it showed eni ma knt labs'h. He stared at my ring finger, and looked at it confused. 

I brushed past him to leave, and when my bare arm touched his arm goosebumps covered my body. I went out the apartment and let out a huge sigh. This is so hard.

~ 

I entered the apartment laughing so hard at whatever Waleed was telling me on the phone. 

The apartment was dark and suffocated a bit which means Turki left a while ago. I made myself some tea, and then washed my body. I was careful not to wash my hair, and then I carefully made a retro look with my now short hair. 

I chose a long black evening dress that had a knot in the back, almost backless, and had two openings just above the waist. Sure it was a bit revealing; however, It made me look taller, and it hugged my curves perfectly. 

I contoured my cheeks then coated my lashes several times with mascara and lastly I applied a dark red lipstick to look bolder.

I wore my Bvlgari Serpenti watch 5alti Noura gave me as a wedding gift, and my flower shaped earrings. Again, I looked at my wedding ring; I decided to wear it tonight. I didn't want Mr.Philip&his wife to think that I have a bad marriage. 

I chose a pair of silver metallic Jimmy Choo pumps, and grabbed the Chanel Lego-Block clutch, sprayed myself with No.5, and made sure I had everything with me. I carefully locked the apartment door, and went into the taxi. 

~

I went into the gala, and I automatically looked down. Then the little voice in my head started talking 'leh mst7ya? You look gorgeous, and everyone is looking at you. Be confident.'

I looked up and flashed them my million dollar smile. I walked gracefully until I finally saw a few familiar faces. I talked to them for a while, and they complimented me about the way I looked. 

I was happy about myself, and the way I looked. I saw Mr.Philip and his wife. 

Mr.Philip: oh hello Anoud! You came. If I may say dear, you look stunning.

Anoud: thank you so much, sir. 

Mr.Philip: this is my wife, Clara.

Anoud: hello, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Clara: the pleasure is all mine. I've heard all good things about you, and I must say Philip didn't do you any justice. 

Anoud: how so?

My blush wouldn't leave my face.

Clara: you're just much more gorgeous than he said. 

Anoud: awh thank you. 

Mr.Philip looked at my left hand, and smiled.

Mr.Philip: no more trouble in paradise?

Anoud: haha! No sir, I just forgot it on the sink this morning.

Mr.Philip: where is he then?

Anoud: he had to work. 

I kept talking to them, and then I got carried away with talking to different photographers. Photography was my passion, and Law was the love of my life. 

Fj2a w ana atklm m3 some photographers, a warm hand touched my waist from the opening. A familiar voice whispered:

'Enta bashar 3'eer 3ady feek eljamal el3ajeb. Allah mkbr 3'lak! Ynb9' b7obak fo2ady! Men yshbhk ya mlak?'

I smiled and blushed, and turned to face Waleed. 

Anoud: you're so sweet.

I felt uncomfortable with his hand on my waist, so I gently pushed it away. He gave me a hurt look, and I felt my heart breaking a bit. It just doesn't feel right to have a man touch me. 

Anoud: asfa bes ent 3aref ena ma y9er. 

Waleed: Turki ymskek? 

He looked angry, and I thought about lying, but I didn't want my relationship with him to be based on lies.

Anoud: laa, bes lma nkon 3nd ahla.

Waleed: aha.

Anoud: tbeni at6lg? Tlg6t! 

Waleed: soon, 7bebti, soon.

The gala was beautiful, and I was having the time of my life. Waleed never left my side and I loved every minute of it. I was laughing at something someone was saying, and my eyes fell on a face I knew very well.

Turki's.

He had his arm on the same gorgeous blonde's back. My heart felt like it was being continuously stabbed. I felt tears clouding my vision, and then I apologized to the people I was talking to. I left quickly and ignored Waleed's screaming behind me.

When I was outside in the wet streets of Munich it hit me, I was as bad as Turki.

So why did I feel so much pain at seeing him with that blonde?

To be continued...

xo