When will you be mine?: Chapter17

I was late with this chapter, but I have my reasons, so please do forgive me. 

M&A, thank you for being my inspiration.

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

I ran my fingers through my hair for what might probably be the hundredth time. I have never been so nervous in my life for anything. It feels like the first time all over again, only now it's a hundred times worse because every time I push my hair back I feel the bald spot where they had to shave off some hair to do the operation. To say that this was my biggest insecurity was putting it to a minimum. I haven't seen the guy properly in a year, and this day could make or break our relationship. So I took a deep breath and went into Dr.Cafe. 

I walked to the table in the far corner, our table. And sat. We stood staring at each other for what felt like hours but in reality it was mere minutes.

Aziz: Basma, wsh rayik nro7 ntklm somwhere more private?

My insides were screaming; yes! But the more logical part of me was saying that if I go with him, there's no going back.

Basma: 3z-3bdul3ziz..

Aziz: n7taj ntklm, l7alna.

I sighed, but nodded anyway.

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I sat down at the couch, and crossed my arms waiting for Aziz to start talking.

Aziz: sooo...

Basma: soo?

Aziz: Basma, mdri ween abda..

Basma: ebda mn elbedaya! 3ziz enta trktni, 5letni m3lga for a whole year! T7sbha kant sahla 3ly? You broke me.

Aziz: I would break myself to fix you.

Basma: bes ab3'a a3rf leeh!

Aziz: b3d ma rj3na mn Paris, I started falling in love with you deeper, w 3rft eno lw 7yati ma kant m3k mosta7eel ab3'aha m3 3'erk. Elayam mrt w zad 7oby lk, w zad t3lgi fek. Fa 8rrt eni ba5i4 the next step w bro7 3nd Zaid. So r7t w t3rft 3leh, w I got close to him. Lma 7set eni grbt mna kfaya..

#Flashback (from Abdulaziz's POV):

I dropped the last card, and won the game. 

Aziz: haa? Abo Khalid ma ts7b 3la el3azema zy daymn! 

Zaid: 3ad zwdt'ha ent w l3bk, klyom tfoz 10 mrat ya5y tray 6frt mn wrak! 

Aziz: m7d galik t7dani!

Zaid: elmrra eljayya shkli lw 5srt bdf3 mhrik wla azwjk e5ti! 

Aziz: wallaaa meb sheena ana a9ln afkr blzwaj. A9eer nseebk, haa ra9'i feni?

Zaid: ent 5awye w 3l3een wlras. Mafe a7sn mnk bes ya5y tdri enena ma n36ekom!

Aziz: hah? 

Zaid: hw shfek 7na Alflani ma n36ekom..

Aziz: yashe5 wsh hl7ki eli mn zmn jdi?

Aziz laughed sarcastically, but something deep inside of him was starting to ache. 

Zaid: walla mo bydi hlklam, lw 3ly zwjtik e5ti elyom gbl bokra bes 9'roof elmojtm3 t7id.

#End of Flashback.

Aziz: w b3d ki4a glt dam mar7 yzwjoniyak leeh a3lgik m3i? Leeh ama6el fe shy ymkn malh nehaya tr9'ena? 

I was shell-shocked to say the least. 

Basma: bes 3ziz ana- 

Aziz: Basma, esm3eni-

Basma: no 3bdul3ziz! You chose to leave me. 3shan something my brother said? You didn't even bother to tell me why! Abs6 7gogi eni a3rf leeh r7t w trktni! You didn't even fight for me! 

Aziz: Basma, I know that even if I give you the world it still wouldn't be enough.

Basma:  3ziz ent even if you give me the world, it would never come close to covering rob3 the pain I felt during that year. 

Aziz: I know that you deserve more than the world. You deserve the universe, and I'm just a star. Rj3t l2ni 3rft ena 7yaty ma tswa wla tgdr tkml bdonk! I will fight for you, wla ra7 a5li a7d ymn3ni mnk. Lw ma knt lk ya Basma mabi a9er la7d..

My eyes teared up at what he said. I'm in too deep, and there's no way I can come out. I went back to reality when I felt his thumb brush off the tears. 

Aziz: ana a7bk w mabe 3'erk.

Basma: 6yb ngol it all worked out w gdrt t56bni, b3den esh? Btrj3 w ttrk Australia?

Aziz: la 6b3n, bl9eef nswi 3rs w trj3en m3i Australia w nkml 7yatna? 

Basma: hw 6yb w e4a mabi? 

Aziz: keef ma tben? Y3ny ma tbeni mthln? 

Basma: 3ziz ent tdri eni abek bes ma y7glk trj3 mn Australia w t8rer m9eri! I was heartbroken, and miserable for more than a year! I grew in ways you can not even imagine. I will not leave everything I know, love, and want just because you decided that you want me back after a year of disappearance.  

Aziz: bes Basma ana a7bk 3shan ki4a swet ki4a!

Basma: ent ma shawrtni, I hate you.

And I ran off to a room, and cried myself till I unconciously fell asleep. I woke up to a feeling that someone is watching me. It was Aziz. So I stretched like a cat, and scrunched my nose at the terrible smell. What on earth was that? It suddenly dawned on me, smoke.

Basma: 3ziz ent td5n? 

#Flashback:

Basma: 9ra7a ana mra mnghra mn baba. 

Aziz: lesh 7bebti?

Basma: t5yl m3 kl hal chemo wlmedicines lsa yd5n!

Aziz: m3lesh yaglbi hwa modmen w ymkn mo gadr ymsk nfsa! 

Basma: 3ziz la 3omrik td5in lw sm7t, 7ta lw 9ar benna shy..

Aziz: aw3dk, klshy wla tz3leen!

#End of Flashback.

Aziz: bdon ma tgolen I'm working on quitting. 

My eyes teared up again, why do I always do this? 

Basma: you promised!

Aziz: it was a moment of weakness, amot wla afkr amsk cigarette mra thanya! 

I nodded my head tiredly. 

Aziz: 6b momkin tnzlen t7t? 3ndelik mofaja2a! 

I smiled excitedly. 

Basma: shnu?

Aziz: ma t9er mofaj2a lw gltlk, gomi yalla! 

I was about to run down the stairs, but then he covered my eyes with his hands. 

Aziz: km mra agolk el9br zen ya bnt el7lal?

Basma: 3ziz tra lw 67t w ksrt rjli mar7 asam7k! 

Aziz: adri! 

Finally, we reached to the bottom of the stairs and my nostrils lead me to kitchen. Aziz removed his hands, to show a perfectly prepared breakfast. I gasped, it was all too perfect with a bread basket, eggs, pancakes, and waffles. 

Basma: it's perfect. Men sawah?

Aziz: ana! 

Basma: ma9dg m3lesh! 

Aziz: walla ana, tra australia 3lmtni ashya2 ktheeeer! 

Basma: wallaa? Esh 3lmtik 3'eer el6b5?

I said teasingly, I'm pretty sure he learned how to clean and be neat as well.

Aziz: 3lmtni ena ma3rf a3esh bdonik, w ena 7yati klha gblk kant klha 6reg ymkn feh m6bat kther w mar fe 7fryat kther 3la mar elzmn bes nehayta enti! 

I blushed from the roots of the hair to the tips of my toes. 

Basma: shkl eli kan masek 7yatik nfs shrekat elmo8awalt eli tswi shwari3 elriya9'!

Aziz: magdr a9er romancy m3k enti?

Basma: magdr a8dr elromanciya m3 elasf! 

He laughed and shook his head. We sat down on the table, and started catching up about everything. I told him about Zaid and Lama, while he told me about Australia. We talked about my university life and that's when I remembered. 

Basma: sh*t! km elsa3a?

Aziz: elsa3a 12:30! 

Basma: ra7 3ly elclass! Yarabeh! 

Aziz: tben awdek eljam3a? 

Basma: laa laa bgol llDoctor ena jani 9oda3 w btslkli! 

Aziz: eli yray7k ya glbi.. w tra 7aket omi w gltlha eni abi a56b?

Basma: 9dg? Esh galt?

Aziz: galt abd ent e5tar w ana bro7 a7aki omha, bes bagi agolha ena enti!

A warm feeling spread through me, and I felt a comfort I haven't felt in ages. The comfort of knowing I'm going to be his.

~

I went into the house, and threw myself on the bed, almost immediately I went into a deep slumber. 

Meanwhile with Abdulaziz:

I kissed my mother's forehead, and hand the minute I went into the house.

Mom: allah allah! Kl ha4a 3shan elzwaj! Meen sa3edat el7a9'! 

Aziz: w7da 5a4at 3gli w ro7i w galbi! 

Mom: allaaaah! Kl hl7aki y6l3 mnk ya 3zoz? T3al ya 3omar shof wldk!

Dad: wsh ygol el3asheg?

Mom: ygol eli ybi y56bha a54t 3lga, ro7a, w galba!

Dad: ha4a e4a ma 56abnalh eyaha a5af ymot! Golna men sa3edat el7a9'?

Aziz: Basma bnt Alflani. 

My parents' happy expressions dropped, what?

Mom: 9degat e5tik w 3la 3eni w rasi bes mo mn mowa5ee4na! 

Aziz: n3m? Keef y3ny?

Mom: y3ny hom ma y36ona, 5la9 ya 3ziz mar7 afshl nfsi 3nd elnas.

Aziz: bes ana ya yoma-

Mom: glt la2 ya 3ziz la tna8ish.

Aziz: ajl ana bro7 atrk elbeet len enti w oboy tfkron mra thanya b4al8rar. 

I took my gym bag, and went into the car. 

Back to Basma.

I snuggled into my bed, and held the phone in front of me and looked at the screen. Waiting for him to call; when my eyelids dropped my phone rang and I answered.

Aziz: glbi..

Basma: hala!

Aziz: 7yati..

Basma: sm!

Aziz: dnyti..

Basma: n3m?

Aziz: kan mnjdk lma glti enk tkrheni?

Basma: 3bdul3ziz..

Aziz: 3yona!

Basma: 3ziz..

Aziz: glba!

Basma: 3zoz!

Aziz: 7yata!

Basma: ana a7bk ya 3bdul3ziz.

Aziz: j3l ma ygol esmi a7d b3dk!

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When will you be mine?: Chapter16

I'm so very late with this chapter, but what happened happened. There are 3 more chapters after this and then I'm done. Wow. Ya sr3 eldnya, it feels like just yesterday I started it. Elmohim b5li elrant elb3den when I'm done with the story and here you go!

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

Aziz: elyom 7set ena eldnya klha ma tswa w eno el7yat 6l3t mn jsmi. Basma adri eni 7mar w 7ywan wla astahlk l2ni r7t w trktik sna wla klmtik wla 7ta shr7ltik leh ana swet ki4a bes wallaa I have a good reason w lw sm7te, abek you take me back. Basma ana mo bes a7bk ana amot fek w atnfsik w a3sh8ik! Ana 5elal elsna eli fatat klha t7wlt meya w thmanen draja! Basma magdar akon 3ziz bdonik. W aw3dik eni trktik lsbab kwys w ma sweta ela l2ni a7bk-

Before he could say anything else, my room's door opened.

In that exact second I felt my heart drop to the deepest part of the earth. I looked up and let out the hugest breath when I saw that it was only a nurse. 

Nurse: Hi Miss Alx. It's time for your IV drip change, and I need a few blood tests. 

Basma: I'm s0-

I wanted to ask her to come back later but Aziz interrupted me and told her to go about and do her job. She changed the IV bag all while we were very quiet. Her coming in did some good to me as well, she gave me time to think about all the things he said. 

Nurse: Miss Alx, can you please give me your other arm?

Basma: why?

Nurse: I need to take a few blood samples for tests. 

Basma: can't you use the same injection as the IV? 

Nurse: no.

As if he was reading my mind, Abdulaziz  interlaced our fingers together, and gave me a light smile while squeezing my hand. Immediately, every doubt and worry I had vanished. No matter how much I deny it, this guy managed to sneakily crawl into my heart again. 

After the nurse took out the needle, I looked back at Aziz. 

Basma: e7m..

He looked up at me and gave me a half smile with a hopeful look. 

Basma: lazm tro7 3ziz..

I looked away because I knew if I looked at him, I'd probably never ask him to leave. 

Aziz: Basma, Basmat 7yaty..

My eyes welled up with tears. Yashena leeh y7b ysawi feni ki4a! 

Basma: 3ziz lw sm7t i7na mo fe america! Traha els3odiya ha4i! W e4a jat e5ti al7en wla 7ta tgdr t7lm tshofni mra thanya. 

Aziz: bro7 al7in bes tra lazm aklmk.. Lazm agol eli 3ndi lw sm7ti, ana a7bk w mani mst3d atrkek mra thanya wla a5lek t9'e3en mni. 

And that was the last I heard of him for the next week. I kept unlocking my phone's screen, and locking it. Waiting for a notifacation to appear. Waiting to hear my ringtone. Waiting for at least the ding that signals a text, but nothing. 


I went on like this for a few days, and one day while I was pacing through my room. My bedroom door opened and my two favourite people in the world came through the door. I smiled even though every emotion that went on inside me wanted me to do anything but. 

Alia: heyyy babe! 

Lama: you're skinny! 5eer! 

Alia elbowed her, and gave her a shocked look.

Lama: wsho! Mnjdi! Ma y9er ki4a t9'len tn7fen! All the good stuff are disappearing.

I raised one eyebrow in question, only Lama can give you a compliment bes tsbik bnfs elwgt.

Basma: ma 3lena! Jbto shy zeen?

Lama: duh! Tbena nji mndon mofri7at mthln? 

Alia: jbnaaa ice cream w Reeses w klshy. Here shofi esh fe jwa elkeesa!

A couple of hours later, we were sitting on the ground in the living room connected to my bedroom and we were busy eating. I don't know what came over me when I said what I said next but I had to let it out.

Basma: 3lia, ween 3ziz?

The minute his name left my lips, Alia choked on her fries. 

Basma: bismellah 3lek, 9i7a..

Lama patted her on the back for emphasis. 

Basma: hw, wsh jak shrgti the minute I said his name?

Alia: huh? Laa wla shy!

Basma: so weena?

Alia: blbeet?

She looked a bit hesitant about her answer, but I said it's most probably due to confusion. I let out a huge sigh, and unknowingly thought out loud:

Basma: 6b leeeeeh ma klmni yet!

I wanted to cry, but that moment of sadness was replaced with shock the minute I felt a Macdonald's golden french fry hit my face. My jaw fell and I looked at Lama with a what-the-hell look! 

Lama: enti daymn tgolenli ethgli! Dori ana agolk!

She looked smug.

Basma: bes that doesn't mean you get the right to throw a perfectly good french fry in my face. 

Them coming over made me forget about Abdulaziz for the remainder of the day. The minute they left; all the reasons about him not calling yet came through my mind.Until that one night I got a call from a number I memorised by heart. I let it ring for a few minutes, I was more nervous than anything. 

What would I say to him? How would I reply to anything he says? I can not show him that I already forgave him. I can not let him know that I still love him. I have to let him know that I am broken. 


Meanwhile with Abdulaziz:

Basma's image in the hospital was embedded in my mind. Whenever I closed my eyes all I could see was her face, all I could hear was her voice, and all I could smell was her smell. I'm crazy for ever believing that I could live without her. How did I even allow myself to leave her? She is without doubt my universe. 

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, so naturally I yelled 'ed5il!' 

Alia came into the room, and gave me a smile I knew so well by now. 

Aziz: enti ma tbtsmen ha4i elebtesama ela lw kan elmw9'o3 feh Basma, aw mswya mo9eba w tben a9l7ha! 

Alia laughed at my response.

Alia: la la la t5af ma swet mo9eba. 

Aziz: ajl elmw9'o3 feh Basma.

Alia sighed heavily, and I automatically felt guilty. I know that this situation affects their friendship, but I need time.

Alia: 3ziz meta nawy toglha 3n eli jals tsweh?

Aziz: walla awl ma atjra2 aklmha I will.

Alia: well it better happen soon l2n elbnt m7a tkon mwjoda llabd. 

She slapped the back of my shaved head, and I nodded lightly. I know enha m7a tg3d but every time I remember what her brother told me... I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I'll call her, I have to see her, I have to hear her voice she makes everything better.

Back to Basma:

So, I answered. 

Basma: alo..

Aziz: lw e4ni ma tsm3 ela 9otik 6ol 3omri, ra9'i.

I blushed from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. 

Basma: 5eer 3ziz! 

I had no way of responding other than pretending that I didn't want to hear that.

Aziz: e7lfi enik ma ebtsmti w ma3d a3edha!

Basma: ent dag 3shan nl3b?

He laughed knowingly, I swear if he knows that I'm still in love with him ymkn ant7r.

Aziz: abi ashofik! Meta 3ndik off mn eljm3a?

I hesitated before answering, I wasn't sure I was ready to see him just yet, but my tongue had other ideas as it answered for me.

Basma: ok, bokra my class starts at 12:30PM ymdeni agablk 3la 8- amz7 ma t7b tgom bdri..

Aziz: laa laa thmnya kwys!

I regretted saying that the minute I said it, it was only more proof for him that I still care. 

Basma: ok ween?

Aziz: Dr.Cafe eli awl. 

I am so not ready for sitting with him alone.

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I ran my fingers through my hair for what might probably be the hundredth time. I have never been so nervous in my life for anything. It feels like the first time all over again, only now it's a hundred times worse because every time I push my hair back I feel the bald spot where they had to shave off some hair to do the operation. To say that this was my biggest insecurity was putting it to a minimum. I haven't seen the guy properly in a year, and this day could make or break our relationship. So I took a deep breath and went into Dr.Cafe.


xo