When will you be mine?: Chapter5

Like I said before I'm trying as much as I can eno I post this vacation more than half of the story, or at least write it so I wouldn't be too busy to post when school starts. I would appreciate it if I got more feedback also.

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

This wins the awkwardest moment in the history of awkward moments in my life. Even though we weren't doing anything, I'm sure we looked bad.

Alia: ana bes mo fahma leh ma gltoli? 
Basma: waiiit! Dgega ngolik esh?
Alia: ena you love each other!
Aziz: okkay jalsa ttsr3en mrra. E7na ma benna shay! 
Alia: but I saw you two!
Aziz: we're friends? 7tta a8al min friends! We had like few conversations bes!
Basma: once or twice.
Alia: w the dm conversation last night?
Aziz: what the hell! How do you even know about that! 
Alia: you fell asleep while holding your phone. It's my duty as a sister to look through your phone when you do that.

My heart melted a little when she said that, he fell asleep while holding his phone. For me. It's scary how much this guy has an effect on me. 

Alia: ignoring your little supposedly none existent love story, what shall we do?
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana 6fsht mn Paris. 
Basma: meen y6fsh mn Paris?
Aziz: me, obviously. 
Alia: 6yb Mr.3ziz, wen tbena nro7?
Aziz: DISNEYLAND!
Basma: shft! Gltlek enk bzr. 

I stuck my tongue at him, totally forgetting what he did the last time. He held it between his fingers and Alia's shocked look had me laughing. 

Aziz: la t9'7ken w ana mask lsank, that's disgusting.
Alia: we3 3ziz! 
Aziz: I told her, thani mrra tmd lsanha bwreha sh3'lha. 

I tried to talk, and that got him to leave my tongue alone. 

Basma: 5eeer? 3ziz? Bzr ent? 

I was between laughing and being shocked. 

Aziz: I warned you, baby. You never just never listen.
Alia: gltolii ma t7bon b39'?
Basma&Aziz: we don't! 

Alia started nodding her head.

Alia: aha, ok, whatever.
Basma: don't give me that look.
Alia: ay look?
Aziz: elna9'ra 7gt eli ana a3rf shy you don't know.
Basma: exactly! 
Alia: I don't need to explain my look, 3shan what just happened proves it.
Aziz: Girls are so confusing. M3 elsalamh. I'm leaving.

I wanted to tell him that I don't want him to leave, but I can't. 

Basma: 3ziz! 
Aziz: smi?
Basma: hmm wla shy. Bye! 

And now with the awkward part.

Alia: so on the scale of 1-10, how fast?
Basma: freakin' 11.

I wanted to cry. I was falling for him too fast and Alia knows that, and he has the power to hurt me. I don't like that one bit, but I don't get to pick that either. 

Days passed and it was time for us to leave Paris. I was kind of scared of going back to Riyadh. The past month with him was more than amazing, we basically could meet/talk whenever we wanted. Now, it's more restricted. 

As I was putting my clothes into my suitcase, my phone dinged. The sound of the twitter notification now so normal to me, I've been talking to him daily for the past month. More like 24/7. I've been on edge about getting it to the next step, but I don't know how that would work for me. So I did what any girl in my position would do, I bbmed my best friend. 


Bee❊:
Lamooooooooosiii

LF❥:
Wsho bzr ana? -.-

Bee❊:
Mmno3 adl3 my best friend ely mshtagtlha gd ely mla gd?

LF❥:
Hmm :p something doesn't sound right. Wish 3ndek?

Bee❊:
You always knew me so well.

LF❥:
En6giii yallaaaaaa! 

Bee❊:
Okkkeeeeh yrbeh mnik!
Awl shy 3ziz tweeted:
 'سواها قلبي يا حبيبي و حبك.. و أنا عن الحب ناهيه'

LF❥:
WHEN? ;o 

Bee❊:
After I sent him a DM.

LF❥:
Do you think?

Bee❊:
Mdriii mdriii mdriiii!!!

LF❥:
6yb wsho elshy elthany?

Bee❊:
I think I want to take it to the next level.

LF❥:
What is the next level?

Bee❊:
Y3ny I want to add him on BBM.
Is that too crazy?

I waited for her reply. She's taking too long. I have to ping her now. 

Bee❊:
PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

Ween 6rty ya klba?

LF❥:
Sorry, tn7t mn elro3a. Are u sure?

Bee❊:
I guess so. Y3ny leen meta bg3d a7akeh with a letter limit. I think we should've been beyond this step by now a9lan.

LF❥:
Ok 6yb. How much does he know a9ln?

Bee❊:
Mo klshy, y3ny mostly everything. 3n Baba w ki4a. 

LF❥:
5la9 ajl sweha. Bes sweha smoothly, ok?

Bee❊:
6yyyyyb! 

LF❥:
W 3'yri ur dp. 

Bee❊:
Esh a76?

LF❥:
76i eli labsa feha h4ak elwhite dress. 

Bee❊:
MNJDIK ENTY?

LF❥:
Yes. 100%. Yalla go! Go! Go!
W tell me how it goes. 

I switched to the Twitter application, who would've thought ena I wanted to delete the account and now I don't think I could live without it. So I breathed in and opened his DM.

@AAS5:
"Hey baby :p awake?"

Yes, he never stopped calling me that since that day, and I won't even start on what it does to me. Ahhh bes.

@Bee_EH:
"Like always, yes."

@AAS5:
"Wsh tswen?"

@Bee_EH:
"Finishing up packing ;"(</3"

@AAS5: 
"Leaving the city of love so soon? :p"

@Bee_EH:
"Ya5y ast3'rb u knw how much I hate that face w t76a ktheeer -.- Nawi 7rsh?? & Yes we are."

@AAS5: 
"You know you love it :p :p :p. How can u leave the city of love without finding loove??"

@Bee_EH:
"Meen galit ena I haven't found it ;)?"

Oh sh*t. Am I flirting with him? I think so.

@AAS5:
"Meen elmskeen ely 79'ah t3ees?"

@Bee_EH:
"Wa7d ma t3rfa :p."

@AAS5:
"Using the face I see ;)."

@Bee_EH:
"You tend to annoy me. Ilmohim esm3!"

@AAS5:
"N3m ya smo elamirah?"

@Bee_EH:
"Ana b9ik my twitter account so add me on bbm. Pin:2EDXXXX"

AND DONE. BESMALLAH. Why was I screaming in my head? 

Ding!

This is a bbm notification. God, why am I so nervous? 3adi. Mrra 3adi. Sh*t ma glt 7g Alia. 

"Abdulaziz♑ wants to add you to his contact list?
-Accept      -Decline"

I pressed on accept and took a deep breath.  I have officially gone crazy. Oh wait! I didn't change my display picture yet! I clicked on the little square which had my picture, and changed it into the one Lama told me to put. Yup, now I'm 100% crazy. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Ahlaan ahlaaan tw ma nwr<3!

SO CUTE. I should stop fan-girling. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Nwrt b Basmaat 7ayatyy! 

Or I could fan-girl with Lama?

Bee❊:
Hala feek :* 
Mdri shlon yrdon bes I guess mnwr fek?:$

Abdulaziz♑:
Mash ya bnt 9eri mlk3a shwy :p

Bee❊:
I'm perfect the way I am ;).

Abdulaziz♑:
Ha4i 3ad magdar ard 3leha. 

IS HE FLIRTING? MDRI. KEEF ARID. WAAH. 

"Basma mama, 5l9ti shn6tik?"

I was so scared at the sudden-ness of my mother's voice that I dropped my phone. 

Mom: haw, shfeek 7bebti?
Basma: hmm wla shy mama bes 5r3teni.
Mom: smellah 3lek! 
Basma: w ee mama 5l9t packing.

I gave my mother the best smile I could, but guilt was eating me up alive. 

Mom: Sha6ra 7bebty, yalla try to get some sleep 3shan wrana gomah bdri bokra. 

She gave me a  light kiss on the forehead, and just before heading out my phone let out a loud Ding! which signals a new bbm. She bent before I could and got it for me. And before I could stop her she took a glance at my phone.

Mom: Basma! Meen 3bdul3ziz?

Uh-oh.

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter4

I'm trying to post as much as I can because my busy-ness is going to double up. I have a lot of things coming up, so bare with me walla mo g9di akon kitha! W I'm trying my best eny I write the whole story but it looks like a long one.

Thank you for bearing with me. 

Ps,

Please do note ena I haven't exactly used my french in a long time, so I most probably will make mistakes. Sorry. 

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Previously:

And somewhere during that pointless conversation I fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while. Until, I was woken up by my mother.

"BASMA! E97y!"

I shot up from my bed, I had to wait for a few minutes for my head to clear up. Then I realized that I can still hear my mother call my name. So I stood up quickly. 

Basma: hah? Mama?

Mom: Eash ma54a enty gbl ma tnamen?! 7sha nomat a97ab elkahf??

I laughed a little, I was relieved. El7amdelilah, nothing was wrong. My mother keeps looking at me weirdly, though. 

Basma: asfa mama, bes mrra knt t3bana! 

Mom: okk mama 7bebty, bes knt jaya at6mn 3lek l2nk t25rti blnom. Fe shay 9ayer? Fek shay 3'eer!

Basma: whaat? Eash feni?

Mom: t3ali! Gole elomik klshay!

Basma: mama mafeni shay..

Mom: akeed?

Basma: yes mommy.

Mom: wdik n6la3?

"Hind!" 

That was my dad's voice calling my mom. Her face turned into a sad look, guess we couldn't go out now?

Mom: I'm sorry!

Basma: 3adi mama a9ln knt bro7 agabl 3lia! 

Mom: walla?

Basma: yess!

I kissed her forehead gently, and went into the bathroom to wash up. I did my business, and when I went to wash my face I saw the weirdest thing. Now I know why my mother was staring at me! 

I had a huge smile on my face. The kind that won't go away no matter what do I do. And I hoped it would get a bit smaller, so people wouldn't stare at me. 

I poked my cheeks, it wouldn't go away. I tried twisting my face into funny expressions, yet no such luck. Well, I guess I have to live with it. 

I walked into the suite's living room to tell my parents that I'm going out.

Dad: ya j3l halBasma doum 3ala basmat dnyti.

I blushed, no matter how sick or tired my dad is he still wins 'cutest father of the year' award.

 Basma: allah y5alik lina wla y7rmna mnkk ya taj rasii.

I kissed his forehead and my mother's. 

Basma: okk, soo bye mama! Bye baba! Ashofkm lma arj3 enshallah. Love you!

Dad: love you too 7bebti, entbhi ok?

Basma: enshallah! 

~ 

I took a slow sip from my coffee cup and scooted back to comfort in my seat. I was sitting at the farthest corner in a café; I loved to do that kind of thing. Just sitting quietly while observing people, it is kind of creepy but it's amazing how different people are. 

My thoughts get interrupted by a voice I know so well. 

"Vous êtes toujours aussi perdu dans ses pensées Mademoiselle Basma."

Basma: Paul! You still work here? 

Paul: yes, whe3'e else would I go? 

I loved his thick french accent, it's so slick.

Basma: I thought you would be living in the south by now!

Paul: can't affo3'd it, yet.

Paul, is an old waiter he has been working in the café for years now, first as a waiter then as a head manager. Everyone loves him. 

Basma: you have been working on your english! 

Paul: well an owner of a café like this should have good english. Right?

Basma: well done! I don't come to Paris for 2 years, and you own a café. I'm very impressed.

Paul: I would love to stay with you and chat but I believe a very handsome gentleman has been staring for quite a long time.

I blushed automatically at that sentence. Then, I turned around. And no surprise there was Abdulaziz.

Basma: bdet ashek ena you stalk me..
Aziz: wsh drak? Ymkn I am a stalker. 
Basma: you're too cute to be a stalker.

I slapped my hand on my mouth the minute I realized what I said. My blush deepened to shade I never knew can exist. 

Aziz: kl ha4a el6ol wlktof w a9eer cute? 

He even stood up to make his point clear. I was torn between laughing at his face and crying from embarrassment. 

Basma: I'm sorry. You are NOT cute.

He gave a half sexy smirk. 

Aziz: I'm certainly hot. And sexy.

He brushed off his shoulder for emphasis, this guy is too much. I would never admit that he really is, he already has a huge head as it is. 

Basma: wthoogik y4b7ne!
Aziz: have you seen this face baby? Kl a7d ytmnah.

He winked. My stomach did the flip and drop routine it usually does around him.

Basma: too much, dude, too much. 
Aziz: putting my sexiness aside, what are you doing here?
Basma: I'm staring at people. 
Aziz: as if I didn't find you creepy enough..

I gasped and I hit his shoulder. 

Basma: 5eeeeer???

He laughed, and I was barely holding myself back from smiling. His laugh did wonders to me. 

Aziz: amz7 m3aakkk! Leeh ki4a t9dgen bsr3aaa?? Kbrii 3glikk Basoommm!

He was joking, I knew that, but it wouldn't harm to make him suffer shwy. 

Basma: hmmh.
Aziz: agol Basma 9dg z3ltii?
Basma: uhuh.

I wasn't making sense, but hey he doesn't have to know that.

Aziz: tra mo jals afhm.. Please tklmi bw9'o7?
Basma: you already think I'm creepy, so why would you want me to talk to you?

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was suffering. I could see it. And I'm liking every bit of this.  

Aziz: a3'neelk w tr9'een?

I still wasn't going to give him any reaction, but I was barely holding in my laugh.

Aziz: arg9 b3d! 

I raised my eyebrow, as if he would dance in a café in Paris which is filled with 5aleeji-s.

Aziz: wsho mo m9dgtni? 

I watched shocked, as he stood up and started doing a dramatic dance in front of the table. As if all that wasn't enough, he started singing. 

"You tell me you're sorry 
Didn't think I'd turn around 
And sayyyyy
That it's too late to apologizeee!"

I turned as red as a tomato, everyone was staring. It didn't help that he really sounded horrible. 7safa, I always wanted my husband to have a good voice. What the hell? I'm already thinking about marriage?! I should slow down a bit. 

Basma: 5laaaaaaaa9! I forgive you! 

I started giggling uncontrollably, and covered my face with my palms. 

Basma: besss! 5laaa9! Mo kfaya fshltni you totally ruined the song for me, kaman! 
Aziz: ehmegad! You totes ruined the song for me! 

I started laughing harder on his supposedly girly voice. 

Basma: ma atklm ki4a!
Aziz: sure you don't.
Basma: hey, walla I don't!
Aziz: mar7 a5rb elaw9'a3 w ana twi m9l7ha! 
Basma: good choice. 

 I patted him on the head; I'm seriously thinking about tying up my hands. I do the stupidest things around him.

Aziz: wsho bzr ana?
Basma: weeeell
Aziz: for your own sake, la tjawben.
Basma: I thought so.
Aziz: ma glteli ams, did I make you laugh?
Basma: ymkn. 

I gave him an innocent look that showed that I was lying.

Aziz: m3 elasf, magdr ana8esh eln9'ra ha4i. M3 eny adry enik n9aba.

I was about to defend myself, but my phone started ringing. And it was Alia. Sh*t?

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter3

I've been a terrible blogger, and I hope you can excuse me& forgive me:(. I'll try as hard as I can to make it up to you guys. I miss writing so much, but I also miss your feedback and interactions. Think you can give me that back?

Enjoy!

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Previously:
I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.

Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.

I blushed a deep red, and walked inside to the hotel room. I tiptoed quietly into the room and plugged my blackberry into the charger and went inside the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, frsht sajdti w g3dt a9li w ad3i rbi ena y7awl w9'3na ela ela7sn w yktbli 3ziz lw feh 5eer ly. 

I wiped away my tears, and then I sat on my bed. I started tossing and turning on my bed, so I decided to unplug my phone and check it. I had 10 notifications from bbm, and 0 from twitter. I don't even know why I have an account on that site! It's useless. 

 I opened bbm, and scrolled through my recent updates; I checked people's dp-s, statuses and so on. I started going through the chats, and I found a new msg from Alia.

Alia☆:
Basmaaat 7yatyy!

Bee❊:
LOL! That's so cute. Ahln ya glby<3 Eash 3indik?

Alia☆:
Nothing, missed you today :p. What did you do?

Bee❊:
Wla shy g3dt blhotel and tried to write shwy.

Alia☆:
Any luck?

Bee❊:
I'm still stuck on the first line. A7s feni shay abi aktba bes mo gdra aktb!

Alia☆:
OF! Mrra yg'hr lma y9er ki4a. Show me what you wrote up until now?

Bee❊:
يا نعمة النسيان
يا رحمة من الله
أخبريني، لما ندمن الخيال؟
هل لأن الواقع لا يرضينا؟
And then my brain just stopped.

Alia☆:
You're so talented<3, don't worry you'll figure it out. 

Bee❊:
Enshallah. Ewa, enti goleli esh jalsa tswy?

Alia☆:
Wla shy bes g3da m3 3ziz. Btw Basma, brb bro7 el7mam w aji! 

Bee❊:
Tyt!

I locked my phone after Alia said she was going to the bathroom because I honestly didn't feel like talking to anyone yet. I don't even know why I talked to Alia, maybe a part of me hoped that Aziz would be the one I talked to.

Ding!

I just got a notification from twitter. I went through the timeline; and I found that @AAS5 requested followed me. I was confused at first, who was that?

Then I opened the account and I started going through the tweets. I saw the full name and my heart went into overdrive. 

عبدالعزيز بن عمر

Why did he request to follow me? Does he want to take this further? Am I overthinking this? What is this? I stopped thinking about this and accepted him. Also, I followed him back. Estaw3bt ena it's maybe too fast. 

Oh well, who cares. 

I clicked on his displayed picture, my cheeks automatically blushed. How is that even possible? We're not in the same room 7tta! I locked my phone, and threw it on the bed. Do you guys do that when you're scared of what might happen?

I went back to tossing and turning in bed until I heard another:

Ding!

Could it actually be him? I have to unlock the phone's screen to actually find out. Besmilla.

@AAS5:
"9a7ya ;p?"

Yup, it was definitely a DM! Do I reply? Or do I not reply? Where is Lama when I need her! I might cry from this. I have no idea about what to do! So, I did what my gut told me to do. And bbmed Lama. 

Bee❊:
LAMO!
LAMA!
LAMUSI!
LAMA W ZG!

What are best friends if you can't find them when you want them?

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

LF❥:
W zgteen! N33mmm???? 
Wish 3endikkk???
Leeeeh ma t5leny anam in peace o quiet???
LEEEEEEESHHH

Bee❊:
Aflmty nog6a. 
Mmm!! OK esm3i 3ziz FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER

LF❥:
OMGGGG!!! Wesh swety? :00</3

Bee❊:
Follow back?

LF❥:
M 
A
J
N
O
N
A!!!
Did u follow him back 3la 6ol?

Bee❊:
When was I supposed to do it? NEXT WEEK?

LF❥:
Loooooool. Very funny :)

Bee❊:

Esh aswy lik enty w ur stupid ideas. 

LF❥:

So did he mention/DM you ;)?

Bee❊:

Hmmmm :$

LF❥:

HE DID! SPILL YALLAH!

Bee❊:

He dmed w s2lny i4a ana 9ay7a wila la2:$

LF❥:

Did you reply?

Bee❊:

No:$

LF❥:

REDYYY!!! NOWWW!!!

Bee❊:

OKAY OKAY!! Yomaaa mnikk! :p

@Bee_EH:

"Yuppzy!! :D"

I typed and deleted the DM 5 different times because I had no clue on what to send him. So I decided on something very me and very lame. I slapped my hand on my forehead, I don't know what on earth was |I doing, but I'm taking a huge risk. 

I hope to god I don't fall in love with him. 

Who am I kidding? I'm already falling and looks like I don't know if I'll be caught or not. 

@AAS5:

"Yupzy? :p Lol, cute Basma."

He called me cute. Eash m3nat hatha? Does he mean I'm cute cute? Am I over thinking? What do I reply? Why am I feeling like this? 

Ugh!

@AAS5:

"I wanted to check up on you. You weren't looking or feeling good today.."

Awwwwwww. My heart melted a teeny tiny bit. Wah. 

@Bee_EH:

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me."

Shall I add a heart or no? I should, 9a7? I have to. This looks so cold. What if he gets the wrong msg? Oh god. Why. Am. I. Overthinking. This. I'll just add a heart after the dot so it looks more distant. 

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me. <3"

And send. I wanted to lock my phone and throw it across the room but I can't do that for 2 reasons:

a-My parents might wake up.

b-I really really want to see his reply.

He replied nearly a minute later, wow! Either he wants to talk to me as bad as I want to talk to him or he is bored out of his mind. 

@AAS5:

"So, a little birdie told me you write.."

I'm going to murder Alia! 

@Bee_EH:

"I don't. Not much anyway."

@AAS5:

"Will you show me what you write? Or not.."

@Bee_EH:

"Hehe. No."

@AAS5:

"So, Basma. Since you're a woman of many talents what else do you have as a hobby?"

@Bee_EH:

"I dance ballet. If that counts."

@AAS5:

"E5s ya Jessica entyy! Ballet w 7rkat ajal. Do you write in english ba3ad?"

I laughed quietly so I don't wake up my parents. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

@Bee_EH:

"Hate to disappoint, bes my writings bl3rbi :p"

@AAS5:

"7safa kan wdy a6frik zyada.."

@Bee_EH:

"Stop with those dots they're annoying :'(</3"

@AAS5:

"What dots... o:)"

@Bee_EH:

"Trak mrra ma9il! ;p"

@AAS5:

"I made you laugh awal, mo?;p Then 5la9!!"

And somewhere during that pointless conversation I fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while. Until, I was woken up by my mother.

"BASMA! E97y!"

xo