When will you be mine?: Chapter8 -Part1

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Previously:

So I walked into Dr.Cafe w ana jalsa agra almost kl aya 7af9't'ha mn el8or2an. 

Lama: ana b6lb enti ro7i eg3di bl 6awla eli henak.

She pointed at a table in a corner, and I gave her a look. My best friend has officially gone crazy. I walked to the table, and when I got there I saw someone.

Basma: 3ziz?

I was too shocked for words. What is happening bl9'ab6? I turned around to look for Lama, but she was no where to be found. How? Before I could think about this too much my phone buzzed with a new bbm. 

LF❥:

Have fun, love! ;* 

Bee❊:

You're in so much trouble with me.

LF❥:

Enjoy, I'll be around ;). Call me when you're done x 

I read her msg, and was confused between loving her for what she did and kicking her. 

I sat down and played with my fingers while looking down. My blush reached the tips of my ears. 

Aziz: 6b 6al3eni?

I looked up without lifting my head, and as soon as I locked eyes with him I looked away. I don't know why, but I feel so shy.

Aziz: Basma? 7abebti? 

My heart did that stutter dance it does when he talks, or says thing like "7abebti".

Basma: hala..

I finally lifted my head and looked at him. He looks so cute. Ahh ya galby.

Aziz: leh mo jals'h t6al3eni? 

Basma: mdri shfeni mst7ya. 

I felt his hand sneaking up on mine. And my fisted hand was spread open by his, and at first I pulled my hand away in fear. Then he started tracing the lines on my palm while talking.

Aziz: abi awrek shy, bes mdri e4a btr9'en. 

Basma: leeh ma ar9'a?

Aziz: l2na it involves going in the car.. 

Basma: mdri 3ziz.. 

Aziz: please? I don't bite.

My racing heart was telling me go, but my over-working brain was sending me a bright red sign that said 'STOP'.

Basma: we can't stay long. 

Aziz: leh? 

Basma: Lama jals'h tnt9'r w 9ra7a mabi a6wl.

Aziz: 7setni 5a6fik.

Basma: bser3a wareni elshy 3shan ymdeni arj3 elbeet gbl ma omi tshk. 

He nodded, but then lifted one finger.

Aziz: lazm aswi shy awl.

Basma: esh ho?

Aziz: I'm going to carve our initials bl6awla.

Basma: ma9dg 3ziz! Esh 7rkat elteenagers ha4i!

I laughed at his ways.

Aziz: 5fy 3lena ya adult! Tra ana ely b9er 20 soon mo enti ya 16 year old.

As a typical basma reaction, I stuck out my tongue. And as usual, he held it between his fingers. I started making sounds which were supposed to sound like 'let go of my tongue.'

Aziz: I'm not letting go, len ma t3t4ren.

I shrugged my shoulders and opened my eyes wide. How exactly am I supposed to apologize when he's holding my tongue?  He held my tongue with one hand, and carved 'A&B❤'

I pointed at my tongue with my finger and did the 'how' hand gesture. He laughed and my heart flew down to my stomach. 

Aziz: amz7 amz7 twi astw3b.

And then he let go.

Basma: finally! The tip of my tongue is now numb. 

He laughed, again. How can guys do that? How can they make you lose all train of thought just by uttering a few sounds. Maybe only he can do it to me. I've spoken to guys before, none of them had the effect he has on me. Maybe it's him? Something inside of me is making me think he's the one.


Aziz: alooo? Fe a7d hena? 

I blushed, and shook my head.

Basma: sorry tn7t, so esh knt btwreny? 

Aziz looked down at his watch, and then looked up at me. 

Aziz: e4a bnro7 lazm n6l3 al7in! 3shan ma tt25ren 3la Lama. 

He got up, and I walked behind him. I was suddenly scared that someone might recognise me, so I covered my face. He clicked on the key to his Hummer2 and I opened the passenger door and went in. After he went in, and put the key into it's slot, his hand crawled and rested on top of mine. 

Basma: hmm ma knt adri you drive such a huge car.
Aziz: bl3ada ma a54ha, bes 3shan awrek elmkan eli bnro7la lazm syara zy kitha. 

He opened the CD player, and a soft tune started playing. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other safely wrapped around mine. I was on a high that I don't think any drugs could ever give. I can see no barriers when it comes to us being together; I'm willing to leap over fences and penetrate walls to make us happen. 

For the life of me, I hope he is, too. I let myself fall in love, and love is good. I hope that I just don't get hurt by him. I don't want to keep avoiding life, and now with him everything feels so right. I'm thinking about this too much. I shouldn't. I'm feeling so much that it's starting to pain me. Sometimes it's not only butterflies and stomach somersaults that make you realise you're in love, but pain too. 


Aziz: babe, w9lna.

I was way into deep thought to react at first, but then it hit me that the car stopped moving, and my hand was lifted. We've been in the car for quiet a long time, maybe I should be worried, but I'm not. I turned to look at him, while he lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it.  I felt the pressure of his lips making my blood boil till the tips of my toes.  I looked up at the place we're in, and it wasn't familiar. 

Basma: ermm 3ziz, where are we? 
Aziz: ha4a mkan omi w oboy swoli iyah 3shan njtm3 ana w a9dega2i feh. 

I looked around the street, the neighbourhood almost looks deserted. 

Basma: mt2kd mn elmkan? Y5wf. 
Aziz: elmkan 7gi ana, la t5afen. Yalla go down. 

I opened the car door, and stood behind him while he opened the door to his semi-house. 

Basma: so ha4i estera7a?
Aziz: Until I get married, yeah to3tbr estera7a. 

We got in, and I hesitated for a minute before I decided to take off my 3baya.


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