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! 

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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