When will you be mine?: Chapter9

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Previously:

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."

I knew that voice too well, I haven't heard it in ages. I could not believe that he's back! I turned around quickly, and all my suspicions were confirmed when I was met with his signature smirk. 

Basma: Zaid ya klb! You're back! 

I ran over to him, and hugged him tightly. I haven't seen my brother in 2 years, since that incident.


Flashback:

Dad: ana m3d at7ml 3maylk ha4y. Beeti yt34rk. Ro7 3adel nafsik w wgt'ha afkr arj3k elbeeti! 

Mom: ya wld el7lal shwy shwy ngdr n7el elm9'o3 bHdawh. 

Dad: Hind ma3ad agdr at7ml ana zyada. Klshy agdr ast7mla w aslkala, ela ha4a elshy. Rjal wsh kobra mo gadr ymsk nfsa 3n el3'la6? 3eeb walla. E7na ma rbenah hltarbiya. W 7rakatah 7rkat awlad shwar3. 

Mom: m3ak 7ag bes 3a6 elwld for9a.

Dad: 3shan yt6wr elmw9'o3 w y9er mn 7sheesh elshrab? La2 w alf la2! Ana brsla yt3alaj wli 9ar hena ma y6la3 mn elbeet! W e4a s2lona elnas 3nah bngol ra7 hkml jam3a bFinland! 

Those were horrible memories to remember. That day was awful. He was 20 and was just starting to go through life, somehow he got himself into trouble so deep none of us could help him. He started doing drugs. 

I used to be so close to him. We had a relationship every brother and sister were envious of; we told each other everything and did almost everything together. Until he started using, then my whole life turned upside down. I was only 14 when he left so I was hurt deeply, even though he only spent one year in rehab he decided he'd start college there, too. 

My feelings were jumbled up, and my emotions have never been so confused. I was so happy to see him, yet so angry about what he did. I was on the verge of tears from happiness at his arrival, but I wanted to punch and kick him because he never once called or visited after he left. I knew my parents were very angry at him, but I needed him. Especially, after baba was diagnosed.

Basma: you're home.

I finally said something. My arms were sore from hugging him so tightly, and I couldn't let go. I had a fear that he might disappear. At the realization that he's home I started crying, and he started patting my back. 

Zaid: shhh.. 5la9 Basma 7bebti I'm home, leh t9e7en? 

I hugged him for a few more minutes, and then I let go. 

Zaid: walla 6wlti, gdrti to9alen len t7t rgbti! Mashallah. Ashof ashof! 

He asked me to twirl, and I did so, shyly.

Zaid: walla e5ti kbrt w 7lwat, enshallah ma la7agok shbab?

I gave him a pointed look.

Zaid: fhmt. 

Before I could talk to my brother some more, a voice shouted:

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Basma: besmellah elr7man elr7eem! Lama leeh t9r5een! 

She threw her hands in the air. 

Lama: because you're standing 2 meters away from a stranger in your kitchen! Esh m6lob mni agolk 'hi Basma ma 3rfteni 3la eli wagf jmbk?' 

I burst out laughing. That's so like Lama to not recognise Zaid. I looked back to see looking as confused as Lama, but only more shocked.

Basma: Lama, rakzi shwy bWjhah.

She squinted her eyes, and looked at him for more than 2 minutes.

Lama: sorry, still a stranger. 

She looked as confused as ever, and my eyes fell to her shorts. I was more concerned with the fact that she was wearing shorts in front of a stranger. 

Basma: hw Lamo rkzi shwy!

She gave me a frustrated look, and I almost laughed but I realised the importance of the situation. 

Zaid: 7ab7ab? 

Her eyes opened wide, and her jaw fell from shock.

Lama: Zaid! 

So it only took him calling her by her old nickname for her to remember, hmmm.. Interesting. I was waiting for Lama to realise what she's wearing so I'll give her 5 seconds.

1..

2..

3..

Lama: sh*t! 

I should've given her more credit, she only took 3 seconds. Fj2a ma ashof ela 3'bar, and I laughed at her.

Zaid: ha4i Lama?

I laughed even harder.

Basma: la ykon b3d ent nset'ha?

He swallowed loudly, and I gave him a weirded out look.

Zaid: huh? Laa laa bes kbrt w t3'yrt mashallah.

I nodded at him and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. 

Basma: obviously bnkbr 9arlna snten mn shftna.

Zaid: 5la9 Basma ensi eni glt shy.

Basma: ok-ay. So goli keef Finland? 

Zaid: Bagolk bes not when it's almost 5AM and you look like you're about to sleep while walking.

I gave him what I think is a sad look, and he laughed at my puppy face.

Basma: you got an immunity against my puppy face I see, so ok. 

Zaid: oh w Basma?

Basma: sm?

Zaid: what were you smiling so hugely about gbl shwy on your phone?


My heart fluttered at the thought of Aziz and his cuteness. I blushed and shook my head. So awkward to think like that, and around my brother. 

Basma: wla shy, w7da mn elbnat 7akatni 3n shy y9'a7k bes.

He nodded and gave me an easy smile. This is what I love about my brother he trusts me blindly, but that's what breaks my heart too. I'm betraying him, and lying so smoothly. I never wanted to be one of those girls. I am one now, too. I just hope Aziz is different. 

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I woke up to my phone ringing loudly, and annoyingly if I might add. I looked at the caller ID, and my annoyed face relaxed into a smile.

Basma: alo?

He laughed as soon as he heard my voice, and my heart soared. I really hope this guy won't hurt me, or I'll be in deep trouble.

Aziz: twik t97en ya 3jaza?

I smiled, and blushed. As if he could see me right now. 

Basma: ee, w e4a twni a97a?

Aziz: wsh 4alnom ya bnt el7lal? 7sha nomat a97ab elkahf! W akeed lw eni mo dag kan nmti zyada! 

Basma: al7in ent wsh eli 7arg rzik? Elnas ygomon 3la flowers, breakfast in bed, klam 7lo w ana atom 3la 7bebi ygoli 7sha nomat a97ab elkahf.

Aziz: m7d galik lma you go into this relationships you'll be going into a pile of romantic stuff. Ana ki4a blbedaya bes, when it's too late for you to leave I shock you with my true nonromantic personality. 

Basma: yea yea whatever. Ezbda sh3ndik dag mn 9ba7 rbi?

Aziz: w ana eli mo romantic, haa? B3den traha 2 el9'hr mo 9b7! 

Basma: sh*t walla w ma gmt?

Aziz: 9ra7tn dget 3lek elsa3a 6 l2nk ma rdeti 3ly bbm w rdeti. 

Basma: gool wallaa? Ma at4kr! Yarb ma glt shy yfshl!

Aziz: la t5afen ma glti shy, bes glti enk fr7ana l2n a5ok jaa, w llm3lomiya ma knt adri ena 3ndek o5o! Oh w smeeteeni 3zozi..

I burst out laughing in embarrassment.

Basma: whaaaat? 3zoozi? Yarabih afshl!

Aziz: don't worry, I found it cute. Reminded me a bit of my mom, bes cute. 

Basma: I still feel ena 3ndik ulterior motive for this call..

Aziz: actually I do, awl shy abi a3rf men o5ok eli I just found out about, and b3d rob3 sa3a ro7i 5o4i shy mn sh3'ltkm. 

Basma: rob3 sa3a? 

Aziz: ee, w la yshofa a7d entbhi.

Basma: ok-ay?

Aziz: al7in goleli 3n o5ok.

Basma: 3ziz ma wdi walla..

Aziz: leeh? Maby a9'b3'6ik bes I would like to know.

I just realised ena he has a slight british accent, galbe-h.

Basma: it's just so hard, w I don't want you to leave me.

Aziz: hw why would I?

Basma: because my family is messed up?

Aziz: Basma! 

Basma: 3yonha?

I instantly blushed at that.

Aziz: tra ana a7bik. 

So I told him the story behind my brother's disappearance those past 2 years. How he met the wrong people and started doing drugs, and in the middle of it all I started crying. He let me let it all out because he understood how much I needed to. 

Aziz: 7bebty?

Basma: ha-hiccup-a 

Aziz: esh rayik tro7in tft7en elbab?

Basma: ok?

I wore my flip flops and went down to the door outside, and opened it slightly. A familiar hand gave me a red bag I was very familiar with.

Aziz: la tft7en elkeesa ela lma aro7 w lazm tkonen l7alk, ok?

Basma: 6yb.

I closed the door quickly I was afraid someone might see us. As I walked back to the house I was faced by 2 scary looking guys, and I think that's my queue to run! 

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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.


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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