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.


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