When will you be mine?: Chapter8 -Part2

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Previously: 

I opened the car door, and stood behind him while he opened the door to his semi-house.

Basma: so ha4i estera7a?
Aziz: Until I get married, yeah to3tbr estera7a.

We got in, and I hesitated for a minute before I decided to take off my 3baya.

I went around the place and looked at the photo frames. They were all of him and his friends, and up on the wall there were pictures of Aziz as a baby with other kids. My heart melted a little over his cuteness, and then there was a huge picture in the middle of the wall. It was of baby Aziz and an adorable/edible girl with the prettiest eyes. 


It suddenly dawned on me who she is. She has those eyes that make it hard for you to forget her. Manal Alx.

Basma: 3ziz, men Manal Alx?

I suddenly turned around to face him, he gave me a weirded out look and smiled confusedly. 

Aziz: bnt 5ali, leh t3rfenha?

He isn't saying anything about her. Why isn't he saying anything? Could it be that's it's only rumours? 

Basma: shft'ha elyom 3ndna bleste8bal 7g Fara7. 
Aziz: oh.
Basma: oh? Bes? Ha4a ely 3ndik?

I was challenging him with my eyes. 

Aziz: 7bebti, fek shy?

I let out a huge sigh, telling him that he said the wrong answer indirectly.

Basma: shft'ha elyom w 3jbtni, w knt as2al e5ti 3nha 3shan glt ymkn tnf3 elwld 3mty, b3den I heard enha 'mktoba' elwld 3mt'ha eli hwa wld Alflani. Which is you, incase you haven't understood yet. Fa yes 7beby feni shy. I'm in a relationship which is probably going no where because my boyfriend  is practically engaged to his cousin. 

After my rant I slumped on the nearest couch, and hid my face in between my hands. That was tiring and relieving shway.

You'd think after my long rant he'd have some kind of reaction. Nothing. I stared long and hard at his face. Why is he not reacting? 

I was worried now, did he go in shock and lose the ability to speak or what? And then he laughed. What the hell? Why is he laughing? 

Basma: hw 3ziz mjnon ent? Agolik why are u in a relationship with me while you're promised to another girl w t9'7ak! Efff ana 3'biya eli 9dgtik a9ln. 

I shot up from the couch and walked to where I threw my 3baya. Before I could grab it, he held me by my upper arm. And I turned around to see him giving me his half smirk and smile. 

Basma: shof 3bdul3ziz you have 4 minutes to explain yourself then please drop me off eb Dr.Cafe 3shan lama tji ta54ni. 

His smile widened after I finished my sentence and he started tracing his index finger up and down my arm. Goosebumps rose all over them and I shivered. Hehe. That is not a good sign. 

Aziz: 3bdul3ziz, ajl? Elmohim elsalfa w ma feha, yes Manal is promised elwld Alflani. Bes did you stop for a minute to think eno it's not me? 

Basma: how is it not you? You just said enha mw3oda-

He put his hand on my mouth to shut me up, and my eyes were open wide with shock.

Aziz: you talk too much. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.

He gave me a look as he said that, and I rolled my eyes.

Aziz: I have a brother. 

I tried to talk again, but he pressed his hand harder. I thought of licking it so he'd be grossed out and remove it, but he would easily hold my tongue as a punishment. 

Aziz: e9bry ya bnt el7lal! I have a brother, esma Nawaf, he's 4 years older than me and due to some incidents hwa bAustralia right now finishing his studies. As kids hwa w manal were inseprable and always played house. Oh w tra Manal is a year and a half older than me. 

I turned redder than a tomato, and red riding hood's cape. Oh! 

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I crossed my arms angrily while staring at Lama laugh at my embarrassing ramble.

Lama: 3eedi 3eedi u did esh? 

She had tears in her eyes, tears!

Basma: Lamo bla m9ala.

She wiped her eyes, and sighed. After a couple moments into the quiet atmosphere she let out a huge hiccup. And we both burst out laughing. 

Farah: rbi la t5leni mn hl9'i7ka.

I blushed as my not so much older sister was being cute with me. 

Farah: walla lw adri ena el6l3a m3 Lama btglb mzajik million blmeya ki4a kan gltlha t6l3k mnzman! 

I started playing with my fingers in a way to avoid looking at my sister. I love my sisters, I really do. I'm the luckiest to have them. They're supportive and are always so good to me. Lama noticed the change in my posture and aura, so she decided to give us a bit of time. 

Lama: ana bro7 ashof e4a 5alti dgt 3la mama 3shan I sleepover aw laa! 

I swear I've never seen my bestfriend run away so fast, I almost laughed if it wasn't for my awkward situation. 

Farah: are you willing to tell me esh 9ar now? 

I nodded and patted the space next to me on the bed so she would sit there instead of standing. Let's face it standing is more scary. She sat and gave me a weirded out look. 

Basma: soooo while we were in Paris I met this guy...

And I stopped. What? I have no clue how to go on.

Farah: and then? 

I let out a sigh, and layed my head on her lap.

Basma: and then we started talking, then one thing lead to another and we slowly became much more than we expected. He was there for me exactly when I needed him, enti t3rfen how things have been lately. With baba getting sick and mama trying to act like she's fine, and Zaid's problems. I've been feeling like shit. You guys haven't been around much lately either, with the babies and all. All of this doesn't matter right now, as I was saying he was perfect Fara7! 

I sighed again, but this time it was dreamily.

Basma: he makes me laugh, he's sweet, he's everything you'd want in a guy... 

And I kept talking to her about him until I fell asleep on her lap with her playing with my hair.

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I woke up at 3AM to the sound of my blackberry dinging with a new msg. Wth? Didn't I put it on silent?

Abdulaziz♑:
Hi babe :* adri enik naymh bes b3'et agolik eno I loved seeing you today<3 

Bee❊:
Cute bes la tt3wdha tra ma a6l3 m3 3yal ana.

Abdulaziz♑:
Ana mo 3yal :o

Bee❊:
Really? :'(</3 7safa I really hoped we had a future... Yalla asfa bes ma aglb lesbian ana<3 Pretty sure u'll find someone else ;*

Abdulaziz♑:
Keef glb 9'di elmw9'o3?:)

Bee❊:
Dunno 'bout u=))

Abdulaziz♑:
Well babe, I'm deff a guy w I can prove it ;)

I laughed out loud at him. I can imagine his face right now. 

Bee❊:
W33333 anything under the bellybutton is off limits for my poor innocent eyes.

Abdulaziz♑:
5fi 3lena we both know you're anything but ;)

Bee❊:
WHAT!! Tra delete 3zoooz

Abdulaziz♑:
Nmz7 nmz7 yoma mnkom ylbnat. Do3aba, baby, relax.

Bee❊:
3zayz :) 

Abdulaziz♑:
Wsh swet b3d :'(</3?

Bee❊:
Bnat? 

Abdulaziz♑:
9e3'at jm3 llt3mem bes walla 7rka bre2a :( 
Ma ymla 3eni ela enti ya n9'r 3eni! 

Bee❊:
Klam 7elo w 7rkat ;) 

Ebtesamti mn e4n len e4n bm3na elklma. I kept staring at my phone while walking to the little kitchenette on our floor, and I heard a voice mn wray:

"Do not move."

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When will you be mine?: Chapter8 -Part1

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Previously:

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?

I was too shocked for words. What is happening bl9'ab6? I turned around to look for Lama, but she was no where to be found. How? Before I could think about this too much my phone buzzed with a new bbm. 

LF❥:

Have fun, love! ;* 

Bee❊:

You're in so much trouble with me.

LF❥:

Enjoy, I'll be around ;). Call me when you're done x 

I read her msg, and was confused between loving her for what she did and kicking her. 

I sat down and played with my fingers while looking down. My blush reached the tips of my ears. 

Aziz: 6b 6al3eni?

I looked up without lifting my head, and as soon as I locked eyes with him I looked away. I don't know why, but I feel so shy.

Aziz: Basma? 7abebti? 

My heart did that stutter dance it does when he talks, or says thing like "7abebti".

Basma: hala..

I finally lifted my head and looked at him. He looks so cute. Ahh ya galby.

Aziz: leh mo jals'h t6al3eni? 

Basma: mdri shfeni mst7ya. 

I felt his hand sneaking up on mine. And my fisted hand was spread open by his, and at first I pulled my hand away in fear. Then he started tracing the lines on my palm while talking.

Aziz: abi awrek shy, bes mdri e4a btr9'en. 

Basma: leeh ma ar9'a?

Aziz: l2na it involves going in the car.. 

Basma: mdri 3ziz.. 

Aziz: please? I don't bite.

My racing heart was telling me go, but my over-working brain was sending me a bright red sign that said 'STOP'.

Basma: we can't stay long. 

Aziz: leh? 

Basma: Lama jals'h tnt9'r w 9ra7a mabi a6wl.

Aziz: 7setni 5a6fik.

Basma: bser3a wareni elshy 3shan ymdeni arj3 elbeet gbl ma omi tshk. 

He nodded, but then lifted one finger.

Aziz: lazm aswi shy awl.

Basma: esh ho?

Aziz: I'm going to carve our initials bl6awla.

Basma: ma9dg 3ziz! Esh 7rkat elteenagers ha4i!

I laughed at his ways.

Aziz: 5fy 3lena ya adult! Tra ana ely b9er 20 soon mo enti ya 16 year old.

As a typical basma reaction, I stuck out my tongue. And as usual, he held it between his fingers. I started making sounds which were supposed to sound like 'let go of my tongue.'

Aziz: I'm not letting go, len ma t3t4ren.

I shrugged my shoulders and opened my eyes wide. How exactly am I supposed to apologize when he's holding my tongue?  He held my tongue with one hand, and carved 'A&B❤'

I pointed at my tongue with my finger and did the 'how' hand gesture. He laughed and my heart flew down to my stomach. 

Aziz: amz7 amz7 twi astw3b.

And then he let go.

Basma: finally! The tip of my tongue is now numb. 

He laughed, again. How can guys do that? How can they make you lose all train of thought just by uttering a few sounds. Maybe only he can do it to me. I've spoken to guys before, none of them had the effect he has on me. Maybe it's him? Something inside of me is making me think he's the one.


Aziz: alooo? Fe a7d hena? 

I blushed, and shook my head.

Basma: sorry tn7t, so esh knt btwreny? 

Aziz looked down at his watch, and then looked up at me. 

Aziz: e4a bnro7 lazm n6l3 al7in! 3shan ma tt25ren 3la Lama. 

He got up, and I walked behind him. I was suddenly scared that someone might recognise me, so I covered my face. He clicked on the key to his Hummer2 and I opened the passenger door and went in. After he went in, and put the key into it's slot, his hand crawled and rested on top of mine. 

Basma: hmm ma knt adri you drive such a huge car.
Aziz: bl3ada ma a54ha, bes 3shan awrek elmkan eli bnro7la lazm syara zy kitha. 

He opened the CD player, and a soft tune started playing. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other safely wrapped around mine. I was on a high that I don't think any drugs could ever give. I can see no barriers when it comes to us being together; I'm willing to leap over fences and penetrate walls to make us happen. 

For the life of me, I hope he is, too. I let myself fall in love, and love is good. I hope that I just don't get hurt by him. I don't want to keep avoiding life, and now with him everything feels so right. I'm thinking about this too much. I shouldn't. I'm feeling so much that it's starting to pain me. Sometimes it's not only butterflies and stomach somersaults that make you realise you're in love, but pain too. 


Aziz: babe, w9lna.

I was way into deep thought to react at first, but then it hit me that the car stopped moving, and my hand was lifted. We've been in the car for quiet a long time, maybe I should be worried, but I'm not. I turned to look at him, while he lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it.  I felt the pressure of his lips making my blood boil till the tips of my toes.  I looked up at the place we're in, and it wasn't familiar. 

Basma: ermm 3ziz, where are we? 
Aziz: ha4a mkan omi w oboy swoli iyah 3shan njtm3 ana w a9dega2i feh. 

I looked around the street, the neighbourhood almost looks deserted. 

Basma: mt2kd mn elmkan? Y5wf. 
Aziz: elmkan 7gi ana, la t5afen. Yalla go down. 

I opened the car door, and stood behind him while he opened the door to his semi-house. 

Basma: so ha4i estera7a?
Aziz: Until I get married, yeah to3tbr estera7a. 

We got in, and I hesitated for a minute before I decided to take off my 3baya.


xo

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.

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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...

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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