Unexpected: Chapter14

Bgolkm sir, ana ma afhm blsh3r. Abd, abd. Bes 9ayren yjoni readers w yrsloli stuff w they sound so prefect for the story so I use them. So etha shfto shy 3rbi fj2a e3rfo ena fe readers rslatli eyaha aw ana garyt'ha fe mkan.

Previously:

Anoud: 3shan 3eb.

Turki: you're beautiful. Don't ever doubt it.

When he was just about to kiss me, his father went into the kitchen.

I looked down in embarrassment, and mentally begged Turki to step away from me. This time he reacted in a way that is so different. He carefully put his fingers under my chin, and lifted my face up. I was panicking on the inside for 2 reasons; awl shay his dad is right next to us, and I know that if he kisses me right now I'll lose all my power. 

I closed my eyes , and waited. He pressed his lips on my chin, and my cheeks turned to 50 shades of red. It was a simple and tiny thing but it did wonders to me even though I barely felt it. He stepped away from me, and went up to his dad and kissed his forehead.

Turki: 9ba7 el5eer yuba.

Khalid: laa bdri 3lek, tw tshof obok.

I blushed even more if that was possible and looked down. Turki laughed a nervous laugh, and scratched his neck.

Turki: m3lesh yuba, I was.. distracted. 

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It's been 3 months since my divorce mn Turki. B5l9 3edti in 2 weeks, and since I finished my course I decided ena I want to go back home. B3d ma a5l9 3edti mayjoz ag3d m3h zyada, and I couldn't take it anymore. Every day it was harder for me to ignore him, to ignore the pull we have, and to ignore my feelings. I booked my ticket ams, so I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I haven't told Turki yet. I called Reema, and asked her to come over. 

Reema: y3ny 5la9? Magdr a3'yr rayich?

Anoud: asfa, bes la2.

Reema: bes bes enti et7bena! W uhwa y7bch! 

Anoud: Reema, it's more complicated than that. You know esh 9ar! I just can't.

Reema: bes 3nouda uhwa ra9'y! 

Anoud: ana ma ar9'a! 

After a while of having the same fight with Reema; she gave up on convincing me.

Reema: 5l9ty mn jn6tich? 

Anoud: ee 9ket'ha ams b3d ma 7jzt. 

Reema: 7acheteh? Wla byg3ad min elnom bacher w bylga note w yrta3 elmscheen?

Anoud: laa bgola.

At the same moment Turki entered the apartment with a bag of groceries, and he was talking loudly on his phone. He closed the door with his foot, and I just couldn't focus on what Reema was saying. It hit me that I won't be waking up to his face anymore, and that another woman might take my place. The pain was unbearable, but this was for the best.

Turki: laa2 wallaa mgdar elyom..

…

Turki: msht'hi a6b5 fa 8rrt a6b5 lzojty elyom..

He laughed. Ahh ya galbi ana leh swet ki4a bnfsy?

Turki: ee tgdr tgol date night. 

Reema poked my shoulder, and I turned around to look at her.

Reema: you okay?

Anoud: no.

Reema: tra you have time to change your mind tra.

Anoud: it's for the best 5la9.

She stood up, and I stood up with her to hug her. I hugged her tight, and my eyes immediately were filled with tears. 

Reema: shhh.. I'll miss you bes mar7 ng63. 

Anoud: lw sm7ti.

Reema: hala?

Anoud: take care of him for me, please. 

Reema: enshallah 7bebti. 

Anoud: I love you.

And I said my goodbyes to Reema. I will miss her so much, but I feel better with her being near to him. 

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We were sitting on the table and I could barely eat. I was feeling so nervous, how will he take it? Will he be mad? I'm just so scared; I know I'll lose him but I just can't do it to myself anymore.

Turki: fek shy?

Anoud: huh?

Turki: are you okay?

Anoud: Turki ana raj3a elriya9' bokra.

Turki: what? 

Anoud: I booked a ticket and I'm going back home.

Turki: leeeh?

Anoud: 3shan ent 6lgtni w 3edti bt5l9, w I just can't stay here anymore. I just can't face you anymore.

He threw his fork on the plate, and stood up to leave. He grabbed his jacket from the hanger, and opened the door. 

Turki: thank you for keeping me updated with your plans. 

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It's been 3 hours since he left, and guilt is eating me up. I leave to the airport in 6 more hours and he's no where to be seen. I decided to take a shower, and take my mind off things. 

The shower just made me over think it even more, did I really just make the worst mistake of my life? 

No, Waleed ruined me. I can't be with Turki. He deserves better than me. He deserves someone who is pure just like him. After I finished my shower I went into Turki's room, and opened his closet. 

I took 4 hoodies that smell like him. I will miss him so much; I don't care if he'll know I was the one who took it. I just need to tell him that I love. He deserves to at least know that. 

So I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote everything I felt.

بحقِّ حُبٍّ رائعٍ..
ما زالَ منقوشاً على فمينا
ما زالَ محفوراً على يدينا..
بحقِّ ذكرياتنا..
وحبنا الذي غدا أكبرَ من كلامنا..
بحقِّ أحلى قصةِ للحبِّ في حياتنا..

أسألُكَ الرَحيل.

I left the paper on his nightstand, and went out of the room as fast as I could.

I tried sleeping in my room but I couldn't, so I sat on the couch in the livingroom and tried staying awake. I fell asleep on the couch while trying to wait for him. I was almost in deep sleep when I felt lips on my forehead and Turki's voice whispering:

'Ana a7bk.'

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I chose a pair of blue jeggings, and Turki's black oversized sweatshirt because the weather was chilly. I wore my sneakers and I didn't wear any accessories except my gold watch, after all I'm going to the airport.. I took my bag, phone, and I was ready to go.

Something just didn't feel right about me leaving to the airport like this. So I went into the kitchen, and took out a bottle of water. I was just about to open the door, when Turki's bedroom door opened.

Turki: Yalla?
Anoud: btw9lni?
Turki: ana 9dg 6lgtik ya 3noud but that doesn't mean ena I stopped loving you, and I never will.

I could feel my heart breaking, and I just wished at that moment that I would die because of it, but no one ever does so I won't.

~

Finally, after hours of traveling I was home. My dad came and picked me up from the airport; he saw the state I was in so he didn't talk to me. The moment I entered the house I ran to my mom and hugged her. I missed her so much, and the minute I felt her arms wrap around me I burst into tears.

It's like a river of tears that just wouldn't stop, and for the life of me I couldn't form understandable sentences.

Johara: 3noudi, mama, 7bebtii.. esh feki? Leeh jayya fj2a? Leeh Turki mo m3k?

At the mention of his name I started crying even louder. 45 minutes later, when I could form a sentence that they can understand I told them what happened.

Anoud: ma-ma.. ana w Turki t6lgna.

To be continued..
xo