When will you be mine?: Chapter7

I am so so so so so so sorry! I am terrible, but this is the only time I could post this. My phone crashed a few hours ago, literally out of the blue. So, I lost all my data and info (it's still not working btw); and then I had to rewrite the whole chapter all over again. To make it up to you guys I am posting the next chapter, hopefully very very soon. 

Also, for everyone who's saying they're losing interest I am so sorry that you are, but you have to understand that right now I'm going through a lot of things. I know I keep saying that but you guys are still not getting it. I'm not posting regularly bcuz of personal issues, that I am not comfortable to talk about publicly. Please do understand that my personal issues and studies will come first instead of writing this blog. I understand that a lot of you are concerned, and I appreciate that so much. The reason I am even still  writing this blog is because of you guys. You're amazing to me, and I hope I deserve all that you give me.

~

Previously:

Abdulaziz: meen yshbhk ya mlak? Glbe shwy w y6er min elwnasa, tdren leeh?
Basma: leeh?

I didn't even recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper. It's because he's not putting any distance between us, and that affects my thinking. I could feel his breath on my face, and that isn't helping.

Abdulaziz: because your heart is mine now. 

My heart went into overdrive. How does he always manage to do that to me? I swear it's like he hypnotises me! Wait, I have a more important issue right now! How do I reply to him? What he just said was perfect, heart warming, and so perfect. Oh god! I sound like a cheesy sappy romantic blonde.

Basma: 3ziz, ana-

Then my phone started ringing. Are you kidding me? 

Basma: lazm arid.. Sorry! 

He nodded and took a step back. Phew, I can think straight now! 

Basma: Alo.. Hala mama.. Asfa ma estw3bt km 9art elsa3h! 5la9 5la9 al7in jayh.. Don't worry, I'm only 2 minutes away from the hotel.. Ee 6al3h.. M3 3az-3lya!.. See you!

I looked up and gave Abdulaziz my I'm-sorry look. 

Abdulaziz: lazm tro7in?
Basma: sorry!

He gave me a sexy half smile with that adorable dimple showing on his left cheek. My heart, my poor little weak heart. The minute I turned around to go back to the hotel, I felt pressure on my hand. I looked down to see him holding my hand, so I gave him a look. 

Aziz: wsho?
Basma: bt5leni aro7?
Aziz: aked! Bes mar7 a5lek tmshen l7alk! 

I thought about it for a while, and then I nodded. I didn't want to go back alone either. So we walked back to the hotel in complete silence and I started thinking. What on earth am I doing? I need to tell Alia. 

Aziz: wsh jalsa tfkren feh? 

Basma: this..

And I pointed at our hands. I can't believe we're that obvious. Ya weli. Ana mjnona.

Aziz: it'll work out, we'll work it out. 

I gave him a smile, and before I could pull away from him to go in the hotel. My hand was lifted, and lips were gently pressed into my palm. I felt the blood rush from the tips of my fingers, to the ends of my hairs. 

Basma: goodnight...

~

I've been in Riyadh for a few weeks now, and I can't be more bored. My friendship, or relationship with Abdulaziz has grown so much the past few weeks. We were drifting a bit and that scared me, but I had something else to think about right now. Now, I had a 3zema because my sister just gave birth. 

I opened my closet, and started staring at it while hoping that magically an outfit would come out to me. While I was thinking my phone rang, it was Abdulaziz's ringtone. I looked at the caller ID and it said 'Dana<3'. Yup, Aziz is calling. 

Basma: alo, elsalam 3laykom.
Aziz: w 3lykm elslam e5ty.

I held in my laugh. 

Basma: keef momkin asa3dik o5oy? 
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana dag 3la hlrgm, 3shan jals ant9'r w7da trid. 
Basma: knt ba3'i shy mnha? 
Aziz: ee, knt 7ab enik tw9lon lha ena m3 eni b3ed 3nha, ela eni a7lm feha kl 9ba7 w kl leel, w eni ad3i rbi fe kl 9alat w kl dgega enha tkon mn n9ebi. 

I laughed, and my eyes teared a little. I was worried a bit about our relationship, but with him. I should never worry. 

Basma: ya 79'ha wallaa. 
Aziz: ella ya b5t ra3i eln9eeb feha!
Basma: w leesh ma tkon ent ra3i eln9eeb?

The minute I said that sentence I regretted it. I sounded like I was begging him ena y56bne. We3, ma 3rftni w ana bay3h nafsi. 

Aziz: ent9'ri 3ly bes, w by9eer eli 5a6rik feh. 

We talked a bit more for a while, and then I had to tell him that I needed to go get dressed. 

Aziz: 5la9 7bebti lma t5l9en wreni, 6yb?
Basma: enshallah..

I still haven't used any term that shows love to him, even though he always calls me sweet stuff. I couldn't do it, because I haven't found the right time yet. I chose a long black layered skirt by Tsumori Chisato, and an off-white Alexander McQueen top with golden embroidery. As for the shoes I wore a pair of beige bedazzled Zanotti Mary-janes, and my Jimmy Choo gold/black clutch.

I went down the stairs the stairs slowly so I wouldn't fall on my face. 

Lama: my beautiful gorgeous amazing best friend! 

I arched my eyebrow at her, that's guilty Lama talking. 

Basma: esh swety?
Lama: lazim akon mswya shy 3shan amd7 my best friend?
Basma: when it comes to you? Yes. W shy kber b3d.
Lama: esm3i, 5lena n5l9 bsr3a mn hljm3a w b3den nro7 ana w enti mkan. 
Basma: ween nro7? Mali 5lg! 
Lama: agol eskti. 36eni jwalik a9wrlk l7beb el2lb.
Basma: heyy! 
Lama: la tgolen ma galik la t9wren! 
Basma: ela gayli. 
Lama: bl9'b6.

I posed in a way which I believe hides all my flawed parts. Lama showed me the picture, I was doubtful. So, instead of sending it I decided to put it as a DP. And I locked my phone instantly bcause I knew he would comment.

I painted a fake smile on my face, and I was ready to face people. I went inside and started greeting people. I was about to sit when my mother pointed 3la the gazillion trays of chocolates. Oh my happy day. 

As I was walking with the heaviest trays of them all, I stopped at one of my relatives. 

Lady: ahlen basoma! Kefik 7bbti? 

Basma: wallaa kwysa, w enti? 

Lady: el7amdelilah. Ya 7lwk mashallah, has w9lti sin zwaj 3shan t9eren 3rosat wldi? 

And she winked. Wdi a5leha tshel eltray 3shan tfhm mo3anati. Instead, I smiled a small fake smile and laughed. I went back to put the tray on the table, and sit next to my sister. 

As I looked up, I noticed Lama sitting next to her mother in a slouched way and then 5alti elbowed her and she straightened her back a little too dramatically. I held in my laugh, typical Lama moment. I noticed a cute young girl sitting alone looking awkward. That's weird, she doesn't look familiar at all.

Basma: Fara7, men ha4i?

Farah: ay w7da? 

Basma: ha4ek ely jls'h jmb 5alty om Fahad.

Farah: ha4i Manal Alx. 

Basma: tgrblna? 

Farah: laa t9er 9degt Rana e5t M7mmd. 

Basma: Aha.. she' cute! T7sen tnf3 elZaid? 

Farah: ee mrra mashallaa, w rakza elbnt b3d, bes m3 elasf kl a7d ygol enha mktooba elwld 3mt'ha. 

Basma: meen? 

Farah: atw83 t3rfenhm, Alflani?

Basma: 3lia 9degti bnt Alflani.

Farah: ee ha4a! O5o 9degtik 3lia, e4a mani 3'l6ana.

WHAT??

Farah: hw shfeh wjhik t9fg?

Basma: ha? Laaa laaa wla shy! 

Farah: hey! Mo 3shan I'm a mom now y3ny ma tgolenli! I'm your sister!

Basma: w right now you're my sister eli jayen elnas yzronha 3shanha walda, lma yro7on bgolik klshy. 

Before I could think more clearly about this, my phone dinged. Farah gave me a look. I should've put it on silent. I took it out, and left elmjls.
Abdulaziz♑:
Ya 79'y. 

Bee❊:
Fe esh? :p

Abdulaziz♑:
Fek.

Bee❊:
:$

Abdulaziz♑:
Bes? Ha4a ely rby gdrik 3leh? Emoji?

Bee❊:
T3rfni fashla bhl ashya2. 

Abdulaziz♑:
When u finish call me. 

Bee❊:
Hw leh? Esh fe? 

Abdulaziz♑:
Mafy shy! Bes Klmeni, ok?

Bee❊:
Enshallah ;*

I was too confused about what Farah told me, to think about what he was saying. I walked around the kitchen while thinking. Could it be ena by56bha mnjd? Bes he told me ena he loves me. 

"BOO!"

I almost jumped out of my heels from the scare. My eyes were wide open. 

Basma: Lama! B3'et aswi 3la nfsi! 

Lama: t3ali n6l3!

Basma: w as7b 3la este8bal e5ti? 9a7yh enti? 

Lama gave me an 'are you even serious?' look. 

Lama: yallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I asked 5alty! She's ok with it! 

Basma: wallaa??

Lama: ee galtli ybelk t3'yren jw! Yalla 3ndi lk surprise mo bes btnbs6en b9eer b3d'ha your favourite friend ever, kl3ada.

Basma: wthooo8ik y4b7. 

I shook my head and let her push me out to the door. 

Basma: hw wsho ma albs 3baya? E9bri ya bnt! 

Lama: yalla yalla bes est3jli bnt25r!

Basma: nt25r 3la esh?

Lama: 3la elsurprise! 

I put on my 3baya quickly, mainly because Lama was naggin like a child. 

Basma: eff mnkk! El9br, zero. 

Lama: yeah yeah whatever, yallaa emshi! 

I put on el6ar7a, in a very loose way, and went into Lama's car. Automatically I put up my feet on Lama. 

Basma: Lama aked mama doesn't mind?
Lama: 100%
Basma: e4a hz2tni mali d5l! 

I did the shoulder move ely zy mali 5a9. 

Basma: couldn't you wait until ma I at least take off my heels? 
Lama: nop, ki4a sexier! 
Basma: you're such a weirdo. 
Lama: you love me. 
Basma: 3bdo 76 ha4a CD number 5. 

After 15 minutes, it hit me that we've spent too long in the car.

Basma: agol, Lama?
Lama: hala?
Basma: ma k2no 6wlna?
Lama: we're almost there.
Basma: where?
Lama: here we are, yalla go down! 

I looked outside the window, we were at an old mall that no one ever comes to and there are only 3 cars, including ours, in the parking lot. 

Basma: what the hell Lama?
Lama: e9bri enti! 
Basma: anzl ween aro7? 
Lama: nro7 Dr.Cafe! (Dr.Cafe is a Saudi version of Starbucks)
Basma: tst'hblen aked! 
Lama: will you stop being so stubborn! 
Basma: wj3h, 6yb!

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?

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter6

After a long wait, here's chapter 6!

A lot of you have been asking to decide on a day to post weekly, I wish that would work. It won't, I'm too busy these days for anything. I'm trying to post as much as possible, so please be supportive and understanding.

Enjoy!

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Previously:

She gave me a  light kiss on the forehead, and just before heading out my phone let out a loud Ding! which signals a new bbm. She bent before I could and got it for me. And before I could stop her she took a glance at my phone.

Mom: Basma! Meen 3bdul3ziz?

Uh-oh.

Basma: haa? Esh 3ziz?

I was so nervous it showed on my face. Ya weeeliii. 

Mom: 3ziz b3d!

I scratched my head, how on earth was I going to convince my mother? Mafi ela eni agolha el9dg.

Basma: hmmm. Shofi mama. Fe wa7d esma 3aziz.

My mother gave me a blunt are you stupid look.

Mom: adri. A3rf agra. 

Basma: heheh. Hwa ena hmm hwa o5o 3lia.

My mother was still giving me that look.

Basma: 9arlna shahr w shway n7aki b39' bes kitha as friends I guess I talk to him w he helps me w ysm3li w I think I'm starting to fall for him bes mdri a5af ena ystbzrni yarabi mama mabek tz3len mni wla a9e7 mn 3enk bes ana al7en b9er thai thnwi w I'm not a kid walla afhm kwys w b9eeee7. 

I talked so fast and I was on the verge of spilling my tears. And I looked up to see my mother's blank face, hoping I would get some reaction.

Mom: I know.

Basma: esh?

My mother shook her head, and gave me a tiny smile. 

Mom: I knew enik t7akena.

My eyes shot open. 

Basma: how?

Mom: it doesn't need a rocket scientist ya mama. I can see it on your face, keef tbtsmen lma tshofen jwalik, keef t6l3een ttmsheen at weird times of the night. Awl km marra kint asm3k t7akena.. w Mra mn elmrat 7awlt amshi wrak kman.

My eyes opened wider. What?!

Mom: awl shy z3lt w 39bt bes now I realized ena you have to make some mistakes. 6b3n this doesn't mean I support you, at all. And yes I would rather you stop this before you get hurt. Bes ma agdr asawi shy, the process started. Bes entbhi, ok?

I nodded w my eyes were still wide open. Wow.

Basma: mama!
Mom: hala?
Basma: thank you.
Mom: ana omik w ma abelk ela kl 5eer, and I just worry about you getting hurt.

I gave my mom a smile as she left the room. And my phone let out a ding. My heart did a stupid lub-dub-lub-dub so fast I lost track of how many I had. 

Abdulaziz♑:

Fa9'ya? 

Bee❊:

Depends :p

Abdulaziz♑:

Eksh5 ya msh3'ola enty!:p

Bee❊:

Laaa bes 9dg 9dg wallaaa, esh 3ndek?

Abdulaziz♑:

I want to talk to you. Ymdek t6l3en?

Bee❊:

3ziz! I have a flight! 

Abdulaziz♑:

It's just for half an hour, promise! W bgelkm 5-6 sa3at 3shan t6l3on llm6ar.

Bee❊:

I'll try sneaking in w bgolek e4a mdani a6l3.

Abdulaziz♑:

See you in 5, at the lobby. 

Bee❊:

Thi8atek t4b7ni Mr.Abdulaziz :p

Abdulaziz♑:

What can I say, I'm hot and I know it. And I see ena you're growing to like the face? :p

Bee❊:

I'm not!! Bes you annoy me.

I smiled at our conversation, and locked my phone. Then started pulling a shirt over my head. I tiptoed to the door, and opened it quietly. I managed to get out without making a lot of noise. I clicked on the elevator button, and waited. God, this guy makes me to the craziest stuff.


I hope to god, I don't regret doing those things. While walking, I could only think about one thing. I think I'm in love with him! But how can I do that when the last thing I ever cared about was love?

The elevator dinged, and its doors opened. I looked up, and I knew exactly how I fell in love with him.

I gave him a shy tiny smile, and automatically blushed when he returned it. I became a prisoner of his eyes, looks, and gazes. Minutes passed by, and I could feel myself falling deeper in love with him with each second I felt lost in his eyes.

Abdulaziz: a3rf leh ahlek smok Basma.

My eyebrows shot up, where was he going with this?

Basma: leeh?
Abdulaziz: because, somehow they knew ena you'd have the most beautiful and infectious smile anyone has probably seen.

If I thought my blushing was bad before, it became much worse after what he said. In that moment, where I knew for sure that I was completely in love with the rugged, adventure loving, carefree guy; I prayed to god that my heart doesn't get broken by him. I knew I would never recover from it.

Basma: all joking aside, leeh nadeetni?

He gave me his half-one-dimpled smile, and looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

Abdulaziz: 5lena nmshi w bgolik, ok?

I nodded my head, a walk would be good. The minute we stepped out of the hotel my bare arms were hit by the harsh wind and goose-bumps appeared all over them.

Abdulaziz: brdana?

I was embarrassed to admit it, how stupid could I be? Going out in the middle of the night in Paris without a jacket?

Basma: 3adi, I'll be fine.

Aziz shook his head, and started unzipping his jacket. Before I could protest, he had it wrapped around my shoulders.

Abdulaziz: la tna8sheni, we don't need you getting sick. B3den omek t4b7ne!

I laughed, how ironic of him to mention my mother. I pulled the jacket tighter around me, and then I realised how useless that is! I should just wear it properly, and I did. I also took a deep breath when I wore it, have I ever mentioned how much I love his smell?

Abdulaziz: Basma... Ana gltlek tjen hina 3shan kan fe ashya2 I wanted to clear with you.

I made a gesture with my hand that showed him that he should go on.

Abdulaziz: I'm not an innocent guy. I don't want to lie to you, and tell you enek elbnt elwa7eda ely gd klmt'ha bcuz you're not.

I felt a sharp pain go through my heart, so much for him loving me, huh?

Abdulaziz: gd 7bet, w they weren't exactly great experiences. Somehow they ended badly, I thought it was me. W e4a tbeni akon 9are7 m3ak at first I gave up on ever falling in love again.

There it is again, the sharp pain right through my heart.

Abdulaziz: bes 9ar shy l3b b7sbty. Klshy kent m56e6la, en7as. Shy fe 7yaty ma kent mtw83 y9eer!

Will you start talking and say what the hell it is before I go crazy! You insensitive boy.

Abdulaziz: t3rft 3la w7da.

The sharp pain turned into a pointed-freshly-sharpened-knife's blow straight through my heart, only this time it was like I was being stabbed again, and again, and again.

Abdulaziz: w she's everything I never imagined eni momkin I like about a girl. Bes someway, some how I fell in love with her.

I couldn't stop the tears that flowed form eyes and down my cheeks freely. I barely could hold in my cries. Here I was, taking a stupid chance and what happens? I get heartbroken before I even have the time to confess! Just. My. Luck.

Before I could wipe away the incriminating tears, my head was lifted up by two steady long fingers which I knew very well.

Abdulaziz: I knew you would react this way. Ya 3'biya, ma sm3te my confession until the end!
Basma: 3ziz, what is there more to hear? Please,  just save me from further embarrassment and let me go!
Abdulaziz: LAA! Walla ma tt7rken mn hina until you hear everything I have to say.

I sighed, and made a noise that sounded like an ok.

Abdulaziz: Basma, you're her.
Basma: esh? I'm who?
Abdulaziz: enti elbnt ely l3bt b7sbti w 7steeni.

My eyes were as wide as saucers, what?!

Abdulaziz: wsho mo m9dga?
Basma: ee mo m9dga..
Abdulaziz: well like it or not, I'm in love with you, Basma.

I went red from the top of my head till the tips of my toes. Who would've thought?

Abdulaziz: mafy shy tben tgolenli iyah?
Basma: nop!
Abdulaziz: wla klma 7ta?
Basma: nop.

I tried hard to tame my smile so I wouldn't look like an idiot, but who cares! Suddenly his fingers left my chin, and instead his hands wrapped around my face. Oh no, this is ba-ad.

Before I could react, his thumbs caressed my cheeks to wipe away my tears.

Abdulaziz: meen yshbhk ya mlak? Glbe shwy w y6er min elwnasa, tdren leeh?
Basma: leeh?

I didn't even recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper. It's because he's not putting any distance between us, and that affects my thinking. I could feel his breath on my face, and that isn't helping.

Abdulaziz: because your heart is mine now. 

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter5

Like I said before I'm trying as much as I can eno I post this vacation more than half of the story, or at least write it so I wouldn't be too busy to post when school starts. I would appreciate it if I got more feedback also.

Enjoy!❥

-

Previously:

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

This wins the awkwardest moment in the history of awkward moments in my life. Even though we weren't doing anything, I'm sure we looked bad.

Alia: ana bes mo fahma leh ma gltoli? 
Basma: waiiit! Dgega ngolik esh?
Alia: ena you love each other!
Aziz: okkay jalsa ttsr3en mrra. E7na ma benna shay! 
Alia: but I saw you two!
Aziz: we're friends? 7tta a8al min friends! We had like few conversations bes!
Basma: once or twice.
Alia: w the dm conversation last night?
Aziz: what the hell! How do you even know about that! 
Alia: you fell asleep while holding your phone. It's my duty as a sister to look through your phone when you do that.

My heart melted a little when she said that, he fell asleep while holding his phone. For me. It's scary how much this guy has an effect on me. 

Alia: ignoring your little supposedly none existent love story, what shall we do?
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana 6fsht mn Paris. 
Basma: meen y6fsh mn Paris?
Aziz: me, obviously. 
Alia: 6yb Mr.3ziz, wen tbena nro7?
Aziz: DISNEYLAND!
Basma: shft! Gltlek enk bzr. 

I stuck my tongue at him, totally forgetting what he did the last time. He held it between his fingers and Alia's shocked look had me laughing. 

Aziz: la t9'7ken w ana mask lsank, that's disgusting.
Alia: we3 3ziz! 
Aziz: I told her, thani mrra tmd lsanha bwreha sh3'lha. 

I tried to talk, and that got him to leave my tongue alone. 

Basma: 5eeer? 3ziz? Bzr ent? 

I was between laughing and being shocked. 

Aziz: I warned you, baby. You never just never listen.
Alia: gltolii ma t7bon b39'?
Basma&Aziz: we don't! 

Alia started nodding her head.

Alia: aha, ok, whatever.
Basma: don't give me that look.
Alia: ay look?
Aziz: elna9'ra 7gt eli ana a3rf shy you don't know.
Basma: exactly! 
Alia: I don't need to explain my look, 3shan what just happened proves it.
Aziz: Girls are so confusing. M3 elsalamh. I'm leaving.

I wanted to tell him that I don't want him to leave, but I can't. 

Basma: 3ziz! 
Aziz: smi?
Basma: hmm wla shy. Bye! 

And now with the awkward part.

Alia: so on the scale of 1-10, how fast?
Basma: freakin' 11.

I wanted to cry. I was falling for him too fast and Alia knows that, and he has the power to hurt me. I don't like that one bit, but I don't get to pick that either. 

Days passed and it was time for us to leave Paris. I was kind of scared of going back to Riyadh. The past month with him was more than amazing, we basically could meet/talk whenever we wanted. Now, it's more restricted. 

As I was putting my clothes into my suitcase, my phone dinged. The sound of the twitter notification now so normal to me, I've been talking to him daily for the past month. More like 24/7. I've been on edge about getting it to the next step, but I don't know how that would work for me. So I did what any girl in my position would do, I bbmed my best friend. 


Bee❊:
Lamooooooooosiii

LF❥:
Wsho bzr ana? -.-

Bee❊:
Mmno3 adl3 my best friend ely mshtagtlha gd ely mla gd?

LF❥:
Hmm :p something doesn't sound right. Wish 3ndek?

Bee❊:
You always knew me so well.

LF❥:
En6giii yallaaaaaa! 

Bee❊:
Okkkeeeeh yrbeh mnik!
Awl shy 3ziz tweeted:
 'سواها قلبي يا حبيبي و حبك.. و أنا عن الحب ناهيه'

LF❥:
WHEN? ;o 

Bee❊:
After I sent him a DM.

LF❥:
Do you think?

Bee❊:
Mdriii mdriii mdriiii!!!

LF❥:
6yb wsho elshy elthany?

Bee❊:
I think I want to take it to the next level.

LF❥:
What is the next level?

Bee❊:
Y3ny I want to add him on BBM.
Is that too crazy?

I waited for her reply. She's taking too long. I have to ping her now. 

Bee❊:
PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

Ween 6rty ya klba?

LF❥:
Sorry, tn7t mn elro3a. Are u sure?

Bee❊:
I guess so. Y3ny leen meta bg3d a7akeh with a letter limit. I think we should've been beyond this step by now a9lan.

LF❥:
Ok 6yb. How much does he know a9ln?

Bee❊:
Mo klshy, y3ny mostly everything. 3n Baba w ki4a. 

LF❥:
5la9 ajl sweha. Bes sweha smoothly, ok?

Bee❊:
6yyyyyb! 

LF❥:
W 3'yri ur dp. 

Bee❊:
Esh a76?

LF❥:
76i eli labsa feha h4ak elwhite dress. 

Bee❊:
MNJDIK ENTY?

LF❥:
Yes. 100%. Yalla go! Go! Go!
W tell me how it goes. 

I switched to the Twitter application, who would've thought ena I wanted to delete the account and now I don't think I could live without it. So I breathed in and opened his DM.

@AAS5:
"Hey baby :p awake?"

Yes, he never stopped calling me that since that day, and I won't even start on what it does to me. Ahhh bes.

@Bee_EH:
"Like always, yes."

@AAS5:
"Wsh tswen?"

@Bee_EH:
"Finishing up packing ;"(</3"

@AAS5: 
"Leaving the city of love so soon? :p"

@Bee_EH:
"Ya5y ast3'rb u knw how much I hate that face w t76a ktheeer -.- Nawi 7rsh?? & Yes we are."

@AAS5: 
"You know you love it :p :p :p. How can u leave the city of love without finding loove??"

@Bee_EH:
"Meen galit ena I haven't found it ;)?"

Oh sh*t. Am I flirting with him? I think so.

@AAS5:
"Meen elmskeen ely 79'ah t3ees?"

@Bee_EH:
"Wa7d ma t3rfa :p."

@AAS5:
"Using the face I see ;)."

@Bee_EH:
"You tend to annoy me. Ilmohim esm3!"

@AAS5:
"N3m ya smo elamirah?"

@Bee_EH:
"Ana b9ik my twitter account so add me on bbm. Pin:2EDXXXX"

AND DONE. BESMALLAH. Why was I screaming in my head? 

Ding!

This is a bbm notification. God, why am I so nervous? 3adi. Mrra 3adi. Sh*t ma glt 7g Alia. 

"Abdulaziz♑ wants to add you to his contact list?
-Accept      -Decline"

I pressed on accept and took a deep breath.  I have officially gone crazy. Oh wait! I didn't change my display picture yet! I clicked on the little square which had my picture, and changed it into the one Lama told me to put. Yup, now I'm 100% crazy. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Ahlaan ahlaaan tw ma nwr<3!

SO CUTE. I should stop fan-girling. 

Abdulaziz♑:
Nwrt b Basmaat 7ayatyy! 

Or I could fan-girl with Lama?

Bee❊:
Hala feek :* 
Mdri shlon yrdon bes I guess mnwr fek?:$

Abdulaziz♑:
Mash ya bnt 9eri mlk3a shwy :p

Bee❊:
I'm perfect the way I am ;).

Abdulaziz♑:
Ha4i 3ad magdar ard 3leha. 

IS HE FLIRTING? MDRI. KEEF ARID. WAAH. 

"Basma mama, 5l9ti shn6tik?"

I was so scared at the sudden-ness of my mother's voice that I dropped my phone. 

Mom: haw, shfeek 7bebti?
Basma: hmm wla shy mama bes 5r3teni.
Mom: smellah 3lek! 
Basma: w ee mama 5l9t packing.

I gave my mother the best smile I could, but guilt was eating me up alive. 

Mom: Sha6ra 7bebty, yalla try to get some sleep 3shan wrana gomah bdri bokra. 

She gave me a  light kiss on the forehead, and just before heading out my phone let out a loud Ding! which signals a new bbm. She bent before I could and got it for me. And before I could stop her she took a glance at my phone.

Mom: Basma! Meen 3bdul3ziz?

Uh-oh.

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter4

I'm trying to post as much as I can because my busy-ness is going to double up. I have a lot of things coming up, so bare with me walla mo g9di akon kitha! W I'm trying my best eny I write the whole story but it looks like a long one.

Thank you for bearing with me. 

Ps,

Please do note ena I haven't exactly used my french in a long time, so I most probably will make mistakes. Sorry. 

-

Previously:

And somewhere during that pointless conversation I fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while. Until, I was woken up by my mother.

"BASMA! E97y!"

I shot up from my bed, I had to wait for a few minutes for my head to clear up. Then I realized that I can still hear my mother call my name. So I stood up quickly. 

Basma: hah? Mama?

Mom: Eash ma54a enty gbl ma tnamen?! 7sha nomat a97ab elkahf??

I laughed a little, I was relieved. El7amdelilah, nothing was wrong. My mother keeps looking at me weirdly, though. 

Basma: asfa mama, bes mrra knt t3bana! 

Mom: okk mama 7bebty, bes knt jaya at6mn 3lek l2nk t25rti blnom. Fe shay 9ayer? Fek shay 3'eer!

Basma: whaat? Eash feni?

Mom: t3ali! Gole elomik klshay!

Basma: mama mafeni shay..

Mom: akeed?

Basma: yes mommy.

Mom: wdik n6la3?

"Hind!" 

That was my dad's voice calling my mom. Her face turned into a sad look, guess we couldn't go out now?

Mom: I'm sorry!

Basma: 3adi mama a9ln knt bro7 agabl 3lia! 

Mom: walla?

Basma: yess!

I kissed her forehead gently, and went into the bathroom to wash up. I did my business, and when I went to wash my face I saw the weirdest thing. Now I know why my mother was staring at me! 

I had a huge smile on my face. The kind that won't go away no matter what do I do. And I hoped it would get a bit smaller, so people wouldn't stare at me. 

I poked my cheeks, it wouldn't go away. I tried twisting my face into funny expressions, yet no such luck. Well, I guess I have to live with it. 

I walked into the suite's living room to tell my parents that I'm going out.

Dad: ya j3l halBasma doum 3ala basmat dnyti.

I blushed, no matter how sick or tired my dad is he still wins 'cutest father of the year' award.

 Basma: allah y5alik lina wla y7rmna mnkk ya taj rasii.

I kissed his forehead and my mother's. 

Basma: okk, soo bye mama! Bye baba! Ashofkm lma arj3 enshallah. Love you!

Dad: love you too 7bebti, entbhi ok?

Basma: enshallah! 

~ 

I took a slow sip from my coffee cup and scooted back to comfort in my seat. I was sitting at the farthest corner in a café; I loved to do that kind of thing. Just sitting quietly while observing people, it is kind of creepy but it's amazing how different people are. 

My thoughts get interrupted by a voice I know so well. 

"Vous êtes toujours aussi perdu dans ses pensées Mademoiselle Basma."

Basma: Paul! You still work here? 

Paul: yes, whe3'e else would I go? 

I loved his thick french accent, it's so slick.

Basma: I thought you would be living in the south by now!

Paul: can't affo3'd it, yet.

Paul, is an old waiter he has been working in the café for years now, first as a waiter then as a head manager. Everyone loves him. 

Basma: you have been working on your english! 

Paul: well an owner of a café like this should have good english. Right?

Basma: well done! I don't come to Paris for 2 years, and you own a café. I'm very impressed.

Paul: I would love to stay with you and chat but I believe a very handsome gentleman has been staring for quite a long time.

I blushed automatically at that sentence. Then, I turned around. And no surprise there was Abdulaziz.

Basma: bdet ashek ena you stalk me..
Aziz: wsh drak? Ymkn I am a stalker. 
Basma: you're too cute to be a stalker.

I slapped my hand on my mouth the minute I realized what I said. My blush deepened to shade I never knew can exist. 

Aziz: kl ha4a el6ol wlktof w a9eer cute? 

He even stood up to make his point clear. I was torn between laughing at his face and crying from embarrassment. 

Basma: I'm sorry. You are NOT cute.

He gave a half sexy smirk. 

Aziz: I'm certainly hot. And sexy.

He brushed off his shoulder for emphasis, this guy is too much. I would never admit that he really is, he already has a huge head as it is. 

Basma: wthoogik y4b7ne!
Aziz: have you seen this face baby? Kl a7d ytmnah.

He winked. My stomach did the flip and drop routine it usually does around him.

Basma: too much, dude, too much. 
Aziz: putting my sexiness aside, what are you doing here?
Basma: I'm staring at people. 
Aziz: as if I didn't find you creepy enough..

I gasped and I hit his shoulder. 

Basma: 5eeeeer???

He laughed, and I was barely holding myself back from smiling. His laugh did wonders to me. 

Aziz: amz7 m3aakkk! Leeh ki4a t9dgen bsr3aaa?? Kbrii 3glikk Basoommm!

He was joking, I knew that, but it wouldn't harm to make him suffer shwy. 

Basma: hmmh.
Aziz: agol Basma 9dg z3ltii?
Basma: uhuh.

I wasn't making sense, but hey he doesn't have to know that.

Aziz: tra mo jals afhm.. Please tklmi bw9'o7?
Basma: you already think I'm creepy, so why would you want me to talk to you?

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was suffering. I could see it. And I'm liking every bit of this.  

Aziz: a3'neelk w tr9'een?

I still wasn't going to give him any reaction, but I was barely holding in my laugh.

Aziz: arg9 b3d! 

I raised my eyebrow, as if he would dance in a café in Paris which is filled with 5aleeji-s.

Aziz: wsho mo m9dgtni? 

I watched shocked, as he stood up and started doing a dramatic dance in front of the table. As if all that wasn't enough, he started singing. 

"You tell me you're sorry 
Didn't think I'd turn around 
And sayyyyy
That it's too late to apologizeee!"

I turned as red as a tomato, everyone was staring. It didn't help that he really sounded horrible. 7safa, I always wanted my husband to have a good voice. What the hell? I'm already thinking about marriage?! I should slow down a bit. 

Basma: 5laaaaaaaa9! I forgive you! 

I started giggling uncontrollably, and covered my face with my palms. 

Basma: besss! 5laaa9! Mo kfaya fshltni you totally ruined the song for me, kaman! 
Aziz: ehmegad! You totes ruined the song for me! 

I started laughing harder on his supposedly girly voice. 

Basma: ma atklm ki4a!
Aziz: sure you don't.
Basma: hey, walla I don't!
Aziz: mar7 a5rb elaw9'a3 w ana twi m9l7ha! 
Basma: good choice. 

 I patted him on the head; I'm seriously thinking about tying up my hands. I do the stupidest things around him.

Aziz: wsho bzr ana?
Basma: weeeell
Aziz: for your own sake, la tjawben.
Basma: I thought so.
Aziz: ma glteli ams, did I make you laugh?
Basma: ymkn. 

I gave him an innocent look that showed that I was lying.

Aziz: m3 elasf, magdr ana8esh eln9'ra ha4i. M3 eny adry enik n9aba.

I was about to defend myself, but my phone started ringing. And it was Alia. Sh*t?

Basma: e5tik jalsa tdg.
Aziz: hmm.. mo bes jalsa tdg 7aleyan she's directly behind you.
Basma: is it too late to run?
Alia: yup.

xo