When will you be mine?: Chapter11

Previously:

Amal: 5aaaaaltiiii! I miss yooouu. Mama hind tgol come down yallaa. 

I smiled at my little angel, that girl can't ever know how much she has power over me.

Farah: ee ha4i elsmile eli nbeha! Ya basmat 7yatna klna! That's the way you should be, getting your life back on track. 

But all I can think about is, what is my life without you?

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"Basma! Basma! 6al3eni and smile yalla!" 

I looked straight at the camera and curved my lips into the empty smile I've mastered with time. The day is here, I officially graduated from school and I'm having mixed emotions. If you asked me in during the start of the year if I was excited to graduate I would've said yes, but now I have no reason to be. Abdulaziz was supposed to propose in a week, I was supposed to marry him. But he left me, and I have to deal with it. 

Lama: Basma! Ween sr7ty? Yalla we have to go back home and get ready for the after party. (An after-party is a DJ party thrown by the graduates after the school's graduation ceremony)

I nodded at her, but before I could take a few steps Alia called my name. I looked back at her and for the first time in a long while, I actually smiled. 

Alia: we did! We graduated! A5ern! 

She was jumping up and down I laughed at her, she was probably the only one who wasn't crying her eyes out at the fact that we're all going our own way. Then again Alia never was the emotional type, but she was a little bundle of joy. 

Basma: ee! 

I was too gloomy for everyone, I hated the way I was but I couldn't help it. 

Alia: hey, you ok?

My eyes teared up a bit, I have to stop this. I know I keep saying this but I seriously have to get over it. Over him. I nodded at her and bit my lip. 

Basma: I'm okay, la t5afen.

Alia: tdren it's his loss! You're the girl any guy would die for! 

I smiled, for real this time. I'm so lucky to have Alia as my friend.

Basma: I'm okay, 9adgeni.

Lama: Alia, n7bk bes we seriously have to go get ready! Now! Enti jya m3na?

Alia: ee! Yalla bes ba5i4 my dress mn 7oriya. 

Lama: ok e7na bnsbgkek llsyara. 

And I was pulled by my arm, my best friends talk way too fast for me. 

Alia: wait! Syartk wla Basma?

Lama: syarti! 

A few minutes later Alia fell into the car, and we all started laughing at her clumsiness. 

Basma: besmellah 3lia wsh jak! 

Alia: stupid heels. 

She got up and fixed her hair, and I held back my laugh at her mess. As we were all stuffed into the car between Alia and Lama's make up bags, shoes, and dresses, yes dresses because Lama couldn't decide on one, we were almost at my house when Alia's phone rang. It took us a couple of minutes before we found it under me, and before I handed it to her I read the caller ID it said 'Aziz AUS' I felt a stab in my chest. 

Flashback:

Aziz: Basma, glby.

I had my phone tucked into my ears under the blanket in my freezing room.

Basma: 3yon Basma?

As Abdulaziz laughed my heart was filled with warmth.

Aziz: ma 3rftik w enty romanciya.

Basma: ma tgdar tshofni al7en bes tra I stuck my tongue out. 

Aziz: allah la y7rmni, agol Basma? Meta t5rojk?

Basma: most probably a5r May, leeh? 

Aziz: 3shan magdr a9br zyada! Abik t9eren officially mine, gdam kl elnas. 

Basma: hanat klha 9 sh'hor. 

I slept with a huge smile painted on my face that night.

End of flashback.

I looked at Alia and saw that she was hesitant to answer. I shook my head with a soft smile, no one would ever do what that girl does to me.

Basma: 3lia! Rdi 3leh, hw! 

She bugged her eyes out at me.

Alia: bes enti! 

Basma: ana eish d5lni? He's your brother mn 7gik trden 3leh w ybarklek!  

Lama was being extremely quiet; it was as if she knew I'm about to shatter into a thousand pieces, so I smiled at her and squeezed her hand. I promised myself that I'd have fun today, and that I would not let him ruin this day, so I won't. Sure it's been months since he left me, but the wound still feels as fresh as if it happened yesterday. 

We arrived at the house, and I had muted every sound around me and ignored everything. Alia was talking to Abdulaziz quietly, and it was obvious she was angry at him. I loved my best friend, but she shouldn't be doing that to her brother. Lama was the one I'm suspicious about she hasn't left her phone for two days now, and that's so unlike her. Sure she was as social as I am, but she hated staying on her phone for too long. 

I ignored my thoughts, and went down. Lama said she'll follow us in a few after she could bring up all her stuff, and Alia closed the phone and walked beside me. I gave her a knowing smile.

Basma: 3lia, trah o5ok! You're not supposed to be angry with him because of me. It's okay, fe 7yati mar7 a76k bmw8f where you have to choose benena e7na elethnen! 

Alia: I love you, tdren? 9dg ma atw83 momkin o5oy ygdr ylga w7da rob3ik, w enti enshallah rabi by3w9'ik bli a7sn mna.

Basma: meen gal eni abi 3'era a9ln?

I shook my head at the stupidity I was saying. I have no I need to get over him. He shouldn't have this effect on me! He moved on! Why can't I? It's because you still love him and pray that he comes back to you, the annoying little voice in my head said. 

I went up to my room with Alia, and started refreshing my make up. She re-curled her hair, and sprayed it. When I was almost done, I put on my dress and decided to go look for Lama. Where on earth did she go? It's been half an hour! We should get going.

Basma: LAMA! LAMO! WEENK? 

I was looking all over for her, and my mother came over to me. 

Hind: Basma, mama, wsh fek?

Basma: adwr Lama! Ma jatna foug! 

Suddenly our Ethiopian maid Hawwa came into the living room to get my mom her tea.

Basma: 7awwa shfti Lama?

Hawwa: ee, Lama galt yb3'a y3'ayr fl3'orfa eli t7t jmb mjls 9a3'eer. 

What the h*ll? Mo 3wayd Lama. I walked to the empty bedroom that was for guests, and I saw Terry coming out. This keeps getting weirder.

Basma: Terry, is Lama inside? 

Terry: Yes, she is with Mr.Zaid.

Now seriously, what the hell? I went inside the room quietly to face Lama's back; she was having a conversation with Zaid, so I made sure I didn't make any noise because I wanted to know what was going on. Mlgoofa? Screw it.

Zaid: Lama la tgolenli ma agdar! Ana mo bzr! I'm serious about this.

My brother's face had never looked so serious, and I've never seen him beg. Even though Lama was wearing the highest pair of heels she owned, Zaid still towered over her. 

Lama: I can't mo I don't want to. God knows, I do. Bes...

My brother shook his head, and his expression turned frustrated. 

Zaid: bes eish? Bes Basma? Mt2kd ena e5ti mar7 ykon 3ndaha mane3 eni a7b 9degt'ha w aby atzwjha. 

Wait. What? How have I not noticed this before? God it was right in front of my face. I'm so stupid. 

Lama: you're that serious about me? 

I'm guessing she turned red, because my brother's smile was almost splitting his face into two. 

Zaid: Lama, lma agolk mani bzr y3ny mabi shy 3aber. 

Zaid's hand brushed through her hair, and when he leaned in I looked away. I couldn't intrude on their moment. So I stepped back, and knocked the door.

Basma: Lamo? Enti hena?

Lama: huh.. Ee!

I opened the door and Zaid was no where to be found. Hmmm.. strange. 

xo