When will you be mine?: Chapter13

I know that I promised this chapter earlier but I had no access to my laptop. I'm extremely sorry, but here you go! 

Enjoy! 

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Previously:

Basma: bes mama, Zaid ma ybi Lulwa bnt 5alti ma9'awi! 

Hind: ajl meen ybi?

Basma: ybi Lama 9a7bti! 

Hind: NA3AM?! 5EER ENSHALLAH?

I shot up from my seat on my mother's lap. 

Basma: HW MAMA WSH JAK! Lama traha! K2nha bntik!

My mother gave me a weirded out look. 

Hind: wsh t5rb6en enti?

Basma: hw mama! Agolik Zaid ma ybi lulwa bnt 5alti m9'awi.

Hind: ee fhmt that part! 

Basma: ybi Lama 9degti.

Hind: w ha4i abrk'ha mn sa3a! 

Basma: besmellah! Tw agolik Lama b3'etii tnhblen!

Hind: b3'eet anhbl l2n fe rjal jowa elbeet! 

I looked out to where she's looking, and noticed that there are a couple of strange men in our garden, and I let out a sigh of relief. 

Basma: ooh, 5eft.

My mother lifted her iPhone to her ear, and scolded Abdulfatta7 about not telling her that there were workers coming. Suddenly my mother dropped her phone, cupped my face with her hands, and looked at me. 

Hind: Basma, mama, la tt5ylen fe yom eni momkin a7rmk enti aw o5ok aw ay w7da n 5watik mn s3adtkom. Ento 7yati klha, w adri ya mama eni 9ayra 3'athetha 3lek shwy, bes trani t3bana hlkm yom m3 obok w you see how his condition is only worsening..

I kissed my mother's palms, I could never show her how much I am grateful for her. Sure, these past few months have been tense on our relationship, but she is my mother and I know she loves me no matter what she says or does.* 

Basma: mama, tra e7na n7bk, w ndri enk ma tswen shy ela elm9l7tna. I love you ya dnyti enti, allah la y7rmni mnik. 

I gave her a light kiss on her forehead. Before we could talk any further, my dad limped to the couch with Zaid holding him up. My heart sunk deeper, if there's one thing that manages to depress me even more than Abdulaziz ignoring me, is how my father's condition doesn't seem to get better. 

My mother stood up quickly to make space for him to lie down, and before I could stand too my dad shook his head.

Dad: Basma, ejlsi 7bebti. 

Basma: bes baba ent lazm tnsd7.

Dad: Basma, 9arli ftra mo shayfek zy elnas. Abek tjlsen jmbi w asolf m3ak w ashofk ya 7bebat baba. 

Basma: enshallah. 

I couldn't focus on what my dad was talking to me about because Zaid kept shooting me looks. That guy is so annoying ma a9dg! He kept arching his eyebrows, and I wanted to be a little evil and not tell him.  So I made a disappointed expression, and the way his shoulders slagged and his expression changed from hopeful to heartbroken in mere minutes made me want to slap myself senseless. 

So I got up, and held him by his biceps while giving my father an angry smile that was directed at my brother. 

Basma: baba excuse us shwy abi aklm Zaid. 

Baba: 3e4rik m3k baba.

I dragged my brother, well because he let me drag him, to the small living room attached to my bedroom. Before I could even utter a syllable he bombarded me with his rant. God, guys' rants are more terrible than the girls' rants! 

Zaid: y3ny ya Basma she's your bestfriend, she's technically your sister! How could you live with yourself now you know that you broke her heart? How?! And I'm in love with her! I won't marry anyone else! I can't Basma, walla ma agdr bdonha! I know her father might refuse me because of my drug problems, but I have to try. I-i-

I slapped my palm against his mouth.

Basma: wsh d3wa Zaid jbtli 9oda3 tra! Ma 5letni agol wla kilma mashallah 3lek! 

Zaid: shofi Basma, e4a klam ma y3jbni mabi a3rfa! 

Basma: whh! Galbos habebi u5oy el3asheg elwlhan! 

Zaid: Basma 3n elt6nz w goleli wsh galt! 

So I told him everything that happened with my mother, and I wished I video recorded his face while I was telling him, the way his expression changed, the way his eyes had a glimmer of sadness that changed to hope. After I was done telling him, tears started falling from my eyes without my approval. My brother's facial expression changed into scared shitless. 

Zaid: hw Basma shfek! 

Basma: hah? La wla shy I'm just glad you're getting your happy ending. 

Zaid: I'm getting a step closer to my  happy ending, that's all. 

He kissed my forehead, and I tucked my knees under my chin. My heart broke a little because I'm probably never getting my happy ending, but at least my brother and best friend are. 

~

A couple of months passed and I settled into my college routine, and before I knew it, a year had passed since Abdulaziz left. That day I had to go to one of my friends' weddings and Alia had my dress so I had to pass by her house to take it. So I called her before I went out of the university grounds.

Basma: alo?

Alia: hey baby! 

Basma: eslamo 3lykom.

Alia: efffff you make me feel so guilty lma tslmen b3d ma agolk 'hi baby' y3ny seriously!

Basma: hala habebi, ert7ti al7in?

Alia: mo g9di ki4a, bes y3ny 6regtik lma tslmen t7sesni bl4anb eni agol klam zy ki4a a7sni kafra!

Basma: ya film enti, la t5rb6en 3la rasi much abi amr a5i4 my dress mnik! 

Alia: it's ok ana brsla betkom!

Basma: wen 3lia ma ymdeni lazm a5lehm y3'slona w ykwona!

Alia: seriously Basoma ana a3'sla w akweh w arsla! 

Basma: laa ween fashla! Agolk 5lehom y6l3ona brra ana jayya b3d shwy!

Alia: yarabeh mnik 3aneda!


I hung up on her so she couldn't argue with me further, and I told Sami the driver to go Alia's house, I put on my headphones and turned up the volume. I looked out the car to Riyadh's wet streets. It's winter again, and the idea warmed my heart. I've always loved winter, especially when it rains, everything in Riyadh just becomes a hundred times better and I feel as if all the rain has washed away our sorrows while the cold froze our hearts. I was thinking that maybe because our weather is so harsh, whether it be summer or winter, we ended up having such a harsh exterior. Maybe the harshness of our winters and summers bit our hearts, and that bite gave us a permanent disease that made its home our genes. Our tough exterior is the result of that disorder our genes even though we may be very kind people.

I shook my head, to clear it from those thoughts. The weather is so beautiful so it makes me think of things in different aspects. As we went into the prestigious neighbourhood that Alia lived in, slowly my surroundings became familiar. There were little boys playing in the water puddles in front of their house, and the sounds of children's laughter filled the air as they played in the soft rain. It's a miracle how the changing of the weather changes our mood. 


All of these things warmed my heart that for once I forgot about everything I'm going through. That's until I saw a familiar Audi parked in front of Alia's house, and a silhouette I can never forget coming 0ut of it. My heart, eyes and lips whispered your name all at once, as all my body became so confused that it forgot how to function. My hearts rhythmic beats turned into loud thumps that I think the whole street can hear. 

"Aziz".

xo