When will you be mine?: Chapter19

Enjoy!❥

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Previously: 

I exhaled and inhaled as fast as I could. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's the day we've been waiting for, the day where to the world I'd be officially his and he'd be mine. 

~ 

I was sitting on the top of the stairs waiting for my mother's queue that the men left. It's official, he did it. My emotions are all over the place, I have no idea how I should feel, but I know one thing for sure, I am incredibly  happy. Elyom 56bt elrjal, shoftna 9art w 5l9t w elyoum klshy y9eer rasmi. 

My mom shooed me off the stairs with her palm, and I knew that they were leaving. So I ran back to my room before my dad could see me, and murder me for being too eager. 

I pretended to be reading a book on my couch when my bedroom's door was opened by my dad. I smiled at him, and blushed immediatly at his look. 

Basma: wsho?

Dad: ert7ti al7in?

Basma: wsh ga9dk?

Dad: mabrook ya 7bebat abok!

Basma: allah ybark fek!

I went up to kiss the crown of his head when my sisters barged in the room. 

Farah: he's so hot, basoma! 

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, well this is awkward. 

Farah: hehe, sorry baba. 

Dad: ok, bro7 atrkom entom yalbnat tsolfon.

He looked as if it was the hardest thing for him, ever, to not laugh about what just happened.

Farah: BASMA! Mrra 7lo esh ha4a! 

Basma: Fara7! 

She smiled at me knowingly, and I shrieked out in embarrassment while I covered my face with my hands. 

Farah: Basmaaa! 

She said with an annoying overly girly tone, as if to make fun of me. 

Farah: my baby is all grown up! 

Basma:  ma tdren ya Fara7 how relieved I am, a5ern after 3 long years it's all official. 

Farah: psst, 6yb e3trfi!

Basma: wsho?

Farah: enti t6l3en m3ah, that's no secret, bes have you ever kissed him?

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

Basma: never! 

Farah: 3 years together, w not even once?

Basma: I would never let him, hw Fara7! 

Farah: just checking! Momkin tgomen tro7en ttzwjena? Al7en?

I let out a sigh.

Basma: I wish it was that easy!

I was brought back to reality at the sound of my sister's laughter.

Farah: ethgliii! 3eeeeb! 

Basma: Oops! Bes 9dg wallaaa! 

Farah: I know what you mean. Ma 7ddo elmlka?

Basma: yooh, ma mdani as2al baba! 

Farah: go ask him! 

Basma: 3shan ydri eni 5fayfa! 

Farah: golela 3shan adri meta abda ajhz.

Basma: you're a genius! 

Farah: adri!

I ran out of my room as fast as I could, and on my way I met Zaid, we haven't really spoke much since the accident.

Zaid: so enti eli kan y7bha?

Basma: hah?

Zaid: enti elbnt eli kan 3bdul3ziz y7bha w ra7 w trk'ha?

Basma: Zaid..

Zaid: Basma, jawbi w bes! 

Basma: Zaid, let it go. 5la9! 

Zaid: 6yb, bes I'm sorry.

Basma: for what?

Zaid: for making him go away.

Basma: ok.

~

I was singing every minute of that week, the happiness that was engulfing me was too good to be real. 

I brushed off the non-existent dust on the shoulder of my dress. I can't believe that this is really happening, I can't believe that today everything will become official. I will officially be his wife.

My phone rang taking me off my wonderland thoughts, and I answered absent-mindedly. 

Basma: alo?

Aziz: hala 7bebti! 

Basma: ahlen, wenk? 

Aziz: ray7 el7lag w enti? 

Basma: jalsa blbet ant9'er eli tswi elsh3r.

Aziz: m9dga eli ga3d y9eer?

Basma: lsa a7s ena kla 7lm, w 5ayfa a97a.

Aziz: 9dgeni ya glbi maho 7lm, ha4a 7gega, ana lki w enti ly. B3d b9'ab6 4 sa3at w no9, yji 7dod el5ams sa3at. 

Basma: this is real.

I inhaled and exhaled, loudly. 

Aziz: a7bk.

Basma: 3yar!

Aziz: a7bk, more than you can ever know tra.

Basma: 7ta ana a7bk.

After a while of talking we hung up. 

~

Basma: how do I look?

Mom: tjaneneeen! 

Basma: phew, km bagi?

Mom: mfro9' bdo 5la9. 

We sat in a room; me, my mother, my sisters, my best friends, and his mother, we waited for them to bring me the marriage certificate that I had to sign. We chatted and laughed, we talked about every embarrassing thing in my childhood that my mother and sisters could remember. The mothers discussed how many grandchildren they want from me and Aziz.

We waited an hour.

The hour turned into two, and no one said anything yet.

My mother started to worry that something wrong had happened, so she called Zaid to see what was going on from their end. She hung up the phone with her face looking pale.

Basma: mama, wsh fek?

She shook her head and gave me a reassuring smile that I wasn't so sure I believed.

Mom: mafeni shy ya mama. 

Basma: akeed?

Mom: ee, don't worry. 

Basma: 6b leh t25ro?

Mom: elshee5 t2a5ar.

I instantly felt relieved, even though my gut was telling me that that wasn't all that was to the story. 

Basma: ymkn t2a5ar bMilka thanya wla shy.

Mom: ee..

The 2 hours turned to 3. Slowly it became 4 hours of waiting, and I was losing my patience. What is happening? I decided to call Zaid myself, since me and Aziz made a pact not to call each other except when everything is official. 

Basma: Zaid? What the hell is happening? Leh t25rna lha4i eldraja?

Zaid: Basma..

Basma: momkin ttklm?

Zaid: Basma, 3ziz ma ja.

Basma: what? ssh y3ny ma ja?

Zaid: y3ny elmlak mwjod w klshy bes 3ziz mo feh. Jalsen n7awl ndg 3leh bes ma yrd.

Basma: he couldn't have left me!

Zaid: 6b wena! Meta a5er mra klmteh?

Basma: el3a9er! 

Zaid: well jalsen nklma bes mo jals yrd, jrbi enti?

My phone was making noises, it showed that I had a call waiting from Aziz.

Basma: ha4a hwa jals ydg! He's calling me!

Zaid: kwaiys es2aleh wenah w lesh t2a5ar.

Basma: 6yb! 

I hung up from Zaid, and answered Aziz's call immediately.

Basma: 3ziz, wenk?!

-: 3fwn e5ti ana mo 3ziz, enti e5ta?

Basma: la2, ana 56ebta, leeh?

-: ana mt2asef eni m9'6ar agolk ha4a el5br 3la eltelephone bes 56ebk twafa b7adeth syara.

xo

It hurt me, and crushed my heart to pieces to write this chapter, but since I'm retelling the story as it happened I have to say this. The reason why I was so late with chapter wasn't because it wasn't written, I wrote it 3 days ago but I couldn't post it. I couldn't get myself to post it; I'm sorry I guess I get too attached to my characters but that's the way I am. Stay tuned for the finale.

Love,

Halah.

When will you be mine?: Chapter18

2 more chapters left for the finale! 
The chapter is dedicated to M❤︎.

Enjoy! ❥

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Previously:

Basma: ana a7bk ya 3bdul3ziz.

Aziz: j3l ma ygol esmi a7d b3dk!

~

I paced through my bedroom for what seemed like ages. All kinds of thoughts were going through my head on why didn't Abdulaziz call me yet! Is it possible that his mother didn't say yes? We've been stressing about my parents, that we forgot about his! 

I picked up my phone, and called him. We're in 2010 for the love of god, those stupid beliefs don't have a place in the world we live in. I dialled the number that I memorised by heart since 2008. And it rang..

Basma: alo?

Aziz: 9otik yrd elro7, j3l ma anr7m mnah wla dgega.

I blushed. Too much romance doesn't mix well with me. 

Basma: t3rf eni ma7b too much romance.

Aziz: 5laa9 as7b elmd7.

Basma: mo ts7bha 3ad! 

Aziz: y3ny?

Basma: efff, mdri! 

Aziz: entom ylbanat t9d3on elras.

Basma: mo moshkilatna! Leeh lsa ma dagat omik?

I smacked my palm on my mouth the minute the words left my mouth.

Basma: uhh.. 3ziz mo ga9di..

Aziz: Basma, ana glt elomi 3anik..

Basma: 6yb esh elmoshkila?

Aziz: mo ra9'ya tklm omik, tgol btrf9'onna... 

My heart shattered to a million other pieces; I might've forgiven him too quickly but that's because I love him. He, simply, completes me. Now we might not get to have our happy ending. 

Basma: bes lazm! 

Aziz: adri ya glbi walla adri! 

Basma: bklm mama! 

Aziz: haa?

Basma: ana bklmha bgolha enik tbi t56bne bes omik mo mwafgah 3shan 5ayfa tnrf9'! 

Aziz: NO! 

Basma: hw 3ziz leeh? Ma tbena nn56b as soon as possible?

Aziz: mafy a7d fe ha4a elkoon kla ybek t9eren ly akthr mni, bes I want to do it the right way, w e4a omi lsa mo9era ma tro7, bji bnfsi.

I let out a huge sigh, but nodded anyway. 

Basma: eli tshofa. 

Aziz: yalla 7bebti lazm a9k l2n atw83 elshr6i byji y36eni mo5alafa.

Basma: wtf!  La tgoli jals tklmni w ent tsog! 

I was screaming through the phone. 

Basma: yawelk mni! 

I let out a sigh, and disconnected the call. 

~

Meanwhile with Alia: 

I paced back in forth in Abdulaziz's room. Where on earth is he? 

Alia: MAMA! MAAMAAAA! 

Mom: n3m! N3mmmm! 

She walked into Abdulaziz's room with a  confused look on her face, and when she saw that I was fine she sat on his couch, crossed her arms, and gave me a look.

Alia: ween 3ziz? 

Mom: 6l3! 

Alia: mn ams? 

Mom: ma rj3?!

Alia: no! 

Mom: ajl kan 9adg bli galh..

Alia: esh gal?

Mom: 7akalna 3n elbnt eli y7bha.. Eli ybi ytzwjha.. 

Alia: galkom meen heya? 

Mom: ee galna enha Basma.. 

Alia: w leeh ra7? 

Mom: l2ni rf9't a56bha.. 

Alia: YOU DID WHAT? 

Mom: la tklmeni ki4a! Ana lsa omik! 

Alia: mama! La tfhmeni 3'l6, w enti t3rfen eni a7bk akthr mn ay a7d aw sha59 bl3alm! Bes eli sweteh 3'l6! Mama elwld y7bha! 

Mom: el7ob mo kl shy.

Alia: mama, 3ziz ma y3ebah shy! He's almost done with his masters, he has a secure job when he comes back, he's fit, w y7bha. Blnesba lha, he is the full package. Leeh mnti ra9'ya t56benha? 3shan ttw83en byrf9'onk 3la ashya2 m7d yfkr feha anymore? Mama adri enik 3zezat nfs bes eli sweteh 3'l6! 

Mom: 3lia la tt3aden 7dodik.

Alia: mama, 3ajbk w9'3 3ziz al7een m7d ydri 3na? 3ajbk keef msk a3'ra9'ah w ra7? Tra ha4a 3ziz, y3ny damah yb3'aha bytgdmlha sawa2an bre9'akom wla la2! Fa ana agolk ya mama kalmeh, lw sm7te. E8n3eh yji elbet, w ro7i e56bela Basma, w 9adgeni Basma ma y3z 3leha enk tt3nen len bet'hom w tnrden, fa akeed m7a tgola 3adi tjon ela w heya ma54a mowafa8a mabda2iya mn omha! 

Mom: mdri.. Ma7s mrra e8tn3t.. 

Alia: mama la tt3'len! Klna ndri enik mar7 tt7mlen z3l 3ziz fa ana agol eg63eha mn ela5er! 

Mom: 6yyb 6yyyyb! Waaaayyyy ya kthr grgk! Jbetli 9oda3.

Alia: shokraaan shokraaan shokraaaan! 

I jumped up and down, more hyper than a kid who ate a box of chocolates. Before I called Abdulaziz, I gave my mom a quick kiss on her forehead. 

Alia: allah y5lek lna wla y7rmna mnk ya a7la om bldenya! 

Mom: allah ys3dkom klkom ya ro7 omkom. 

I called Abdulaziz, and the phone rang for ages. After the 18th call I decided to just text him, "mama galt enha btklm om Basma! Come back home."

Back to Basma: 

It's been hours since I called Abdulaziz, he hasn't said a word, and I'm getting nervous. Shall I talk to my mother? Or not yet? Before I could go too far with my thoughts I got a text from him with only 3 words: "She said yes." I didn't want to know how or why, but she said yes, so now step two which is: talk to my mother.

I exhaled the deep breath I inhaled, and took slow steps to the glass room where my mother is probably sitting. 

I knocked the door, and stood waiting for her to answer. 

Mom: meeen?

Basma: ana Basma.. 

Mom: Basma? Jalsa t6gen elbab? Ed5li ed5li.. 

I went in and gave my mother w scared smile. I sat next to her, and she looked at me from the corner of her eyes.

Mom: wsh 3ndk?

Basma: mama, bgolik shy, don't overreact. E9bri len a5l9..

Mom: 5eer allahoma ej3lh 5eer. Wsh b3'eti?

Basma: 3z-3bdul3ziz kklmni.

Mom: n3m? B3d ma ra7 w trkk m3lga?

Basma: mama, relax. As I was saying, 3bdul3ziz klmni w gali ena ybi y56bni.

Mom: 6yb ha4a shy zeen.. 

Basma: bes omah kant m3ya.

Mom: lesh?

Basma: t5af tnrf9'..

Mom: hw leh nrf9'ha?!

Basma: 3shanhom Alflani.

Mom: w e7na ma n36ehom... Nseet 3n ha4a elshay.

Basma: bes r9't tji, w r9't tklmk, bes bagi enti tgolen eloboy.

Mom: 5la9 bgola, bes ma aw3dk bshay..

Basma: thank you thank you thank you! 

I jumped off the couch, and kissed her forehead.

Basma: allah la y7rmni mnk abdn! 

~

A day later, my name was shouted through the house by my father. Mama told him, and that almost had me hyperventilating. I knocked on his office's door, and waited for a response. 

Dad: ed5li.

Basma: elsalamo 3lykom yuba.

Dad: w 3laykom elsalam 7bebti.

Basma: b3'et shy yoba?

Dad: ee, ejlsi.

Basma: enshallah..

Dad: Basma, galtli omik ena fe wa7d mtgdmlk w enah 5oush wld w shbh kamel.

Basma: bes?

Dad: bes ena mo mn mowa5ee4na wla ynasbna.

Basma: bes yoba, ana..

Dad: shofi ya bnti e4a jeti 3nd elo9ool wl 3adat, elzwaj ha4a mosta7eel ytm w wla a7d 9a7i yr9'a feh. 9dg eno ha4a el7ki ma ywafe8 elmn6e8 dam elwld kamel w monaseb sha59an w sha59iyatan, bes ana ya bnti magdr azwjk eyah. 

Basma: baba, lw sm7t.

Dad: 5leni akmel klami ya bnt el7lal.. 6b3n blnesba ly lw ttzwjen wa7d mn 3yal 3mank zy Fara7 e5tik wla wa7d mn mowa5ee4na zy Sara.. 

Basma: baba!

Dad: mafek 9br abd.

Basma: tra 6al3a 3lek.

Dad: bes ana ma3d eni zy awl, ana t3ban w ma atw83 bega mn 3omri kthr ma mr.

Basma: ewa? 

Dad: w ma ab3'a amot w ana ymkn a7rmk mn sa3adtk, fa e4a ha4a elwld bys3dk ana mar7 a7rmk mna! 

Basma: mnjd??

Dad: kobrik ana astahbl? Walla. 

Basma: thank you thank you! A7bk, allah la y7rmni mnk w y6wl b3omrik! 

My happiness could not be measured, nor described with words.

~

I exhaled and inhaled as fast as I could. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's the day we've been waiting for, the day where to the world I'd be officially his and he'd be mine. 

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter17

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

M&A, thank you for being my inspiration.

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

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

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

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

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

Basma: 3z-3bdul3ziz..

Aziz: n7taj ntklm, l7alna.

I sighed, but nodded anyway.

~

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

Aziz: sooo...

Basma: soo?

Aziz: Basma, mdri ween abda..

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

Aziz: I would break myself to fix you.

Basma: bes ab3'a a3rf leeh!

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

#Flashback (from Abdulaziz's POV):

I dropped the last card, and won the game. 

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

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

Aziz: m7d galik t7dani!

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

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

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

Aziz: hah? 

Zaid: hw shfek 7na Alflani ma n36ekom..

Aziz: yashe5 wsh hl7ki eli mn zmn jdi?

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

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

#End of Flashback.

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

I was shell-shocked to say the least. 

Basma: bes 3ziz ana- 

Aziz: Basma, esm3eni-

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

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

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

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

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

Aziz: ana a7bk w mabe 3'erk.

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

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

Basma: hw 6yb w e4a mabi? 

Aziz: keef ma tben? Y3ny ma tbeni mthln? 

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

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

Basma: ent ma shawrtni, I hate you.

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

Basma: 3ziz ent td5n? 

#Flashback:

Basma: 9ra7a ana mra mnghra mn baba. 

Aziz: lesh 7bebti?

Basma: t5yl m3 kl hal chemo wlmedicines lsa yd5n!

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

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

Aziz: aw3dk, klshy wla tz3leen!

#End of Flashback.

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

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

Basma: you promised!

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

I nodded my head tiredly. 

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

I smiled excitedly. 

Basma: shnu?

Aziz: ma t9er mofaj2a lw gltlk, gomi yalla! 

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

Aziz: km mra agolk el9br zen ya bnt el7lal?

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

Aziz: adri! 

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

Basma: it's perfect. Men sawah?

Aziz: ana! 

Basma: ma9dg m3lesh! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aziz: magdr a9er romancy m3k enti?

Basma: magdr a8dr elromanciya m3 elasf! 

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

Basma: sh*t! km elsa3a?

Aziz: elsa3a 12:30! 

Basma: ra7 3ly elclass! Yarabeh! 

Aziz: tben awdek eljam3a? 

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

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

Basma: 9dg? Esh galt?

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

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

~

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

Meanwhile with Abdulaziz:

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

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

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

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

Dad: wsh ygol el3asheg?

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

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

Aziz: Basma bnt Alflani. 

My parents' happy expressions dropped, what?

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

Aziz: n3m? Keef y3ny?

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

Aziz: bes ana ya yoma-

Mom: glt la2 ya 3ziz la tna8ish.

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

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

Back to Basma.

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

Aziz: glbi..

Basma: hala!

Aziz: 7yati..

Basma: sm!

Aziz: dnyti..

Basma: n3m?

Aziz: kan mnjdk lma glti enk tkrheni?

Basma: 3bdul3ziz..

Aziz: 3yona!

Basma: 3ziz..

Aziz: glba!

Basma: 3zoz!

Aziz: 7yata!

Basma: ana a7bk ya 3bdul3ziz.

Aziz: j3l ma ygol esmi a7d b3dk!

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter16

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

Enjoy!❥

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Previously:

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

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

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

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

Basma: I'm s0-

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

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

Basma: why?

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

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

Nurse: no.

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

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

Basma: e7m..

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

Basma: lazm tro7 3ziz..

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

Aziz: Basma, Basmat 7yaty..

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

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

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

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


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

Alia: heyyy babe! 

Lama: you're skinny! 5eer! 

Alia elbowed her, and gave her a shocked look.

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

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

Basma: ma 3lena! Jbto shy zeen?

Lama: duh! Tbena nji mndon mofri7at mthln? 

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

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

Basma: 3lia, ween 3ziz?

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

Basma: bismellah 3lek, 9i7a..

Lama patted her on the back for emphasis. 

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

Alia: huh? Laa wla shy!

Basma: so weena?

Alia: blbeet?

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

Basma: 6b leeeeeh ma klmni yet!

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

Lama: enti daymn tgolenli ethgli! Dori ana agolk!

She looked smug.

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

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

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


Meanwhile with Abdulaziz:

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

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

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

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

Alia laughed at my response.

Alia: la la la t5af ma swet mo9eba. 

Aziz: ajl elmw9'o3 feh Basma.

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

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

Aziz: walla awl ma atjra2 aklmha I will.

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

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

Back to Basma:

So, I answered. 

Basma: alo..

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

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

Basma: 5eer 3ziz! 

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

Aziz: e7lfi enik ma ebtsmti w ma3d a3edha!

Basma: ent dag 3shan nl3b?

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

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

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

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

Aziz: laa laa thmnya kwys!

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

Basma: ok ween?

Aziz: Dr.Cafe eli awl. 

I am so not ready for sitting with him alone.

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


xo