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!❥

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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. 

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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

When will you be mine?: Chapter3

I've been a terrible blogger, and I hope you can excuse me& forgive me:(. I'll try as hard as I can to make it up to you guys. I miss writing so much, but I also miss your feedback and interactions. Think you can give me that back?

Enjoy!

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Previously:
I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.

Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.

I blushed a deep red, and walked inside to the hotel room. I tiptoed quietly into the room and plugged my blackberry into the charger and went inside the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, frsht sajdti w g3dt a9li w ad3i rbi ena y7awl w9'3na ela ela7sn w yktbli 3ziz lw feh 5eer ly. 

I wiped away my tears, and then I sat on my bed. I started tossing and turning on my bed, so I decided to unplug my phone and check it. I had 10 notifications from bbm, and 0 from twitter. I don't even know why I have an account on that site! It's useless. 

 I opened bbm, and scrolled through my recent updates; I checked people's dp-s, statuses and so on. I started going through the chats, and I found a new msg from Alia.

Alia☆:
Basmaaat 7yatyy!

Bee❊:
LOL! That's so cute. Ahln ya glby<3 Eash 3indik?

Alia☆:
Nothing, missed you today :p. What did you do?

Bee❊:
Wla shy g3dt blhotel and tried to write shwy.

Alia☆:
Any luck?

Bee❊:
I'm still stuck on the first line. A7s feni shay abi aktba bes mo gdra aktb!

Alia☆:
OF! Mrra yg'hr lma y9er ki4a. Show me what you wrote up until now?

Bee❊:
يا نعمة النسيان
يا رحمة من الله
أخبريني، لما ندمن الخيال؟
هل لأن الواقع لا يرضينا؟
And then my brain just stopped.

Alia☆:
You're so talented<3, don't worry you'll figure it out. 

Bee❊:
Enshallah. Ewa, enti goleli esh jalsa tswy?

Alia☆:
Wla shy bes g3da m3 3ziz. Btw Basma, brb bro7 el7mam w aji! 

Bee❊:
Tyt!

I locked my phone after Alia said she was going to the bathroom because I honestly didn't feel like talking to anyone yet. I don't even know why I talked to Alia, maybe a part of me hoped that Aziz would be the one I talked to.

Ding!

I just got a notification from twitter. I went through the timeline; and I found that @AAS5 requested followed me. I was confused at first, who was that?

Then I opened the account and I started going through the tweets. I saw the full name and my heart went into overdrive. 

عبدالعزيز بن عمر

Why did he request to follow me? Does he want to take this further? Am I overthinking this? What is this? I stopped thinking about this and accepted him. Also, I followed him back. Estaw3bt ena it's maybe too fast. 

Oh well, who cares. 

I clicked on his displayed picture, my cheeks automatically blushed. How is that even possible? We're not in the same room 7tta! I locked my phone, and threw it on the bed. Do you guys do that when you're scared of what might happen?

I went back to tossing and turning in bed until I heard another:

Ding!

Could it actually be him? I have to unlock the phone's screen to actually find out. Besmilla.

@AAS5:
"9a7ya ;p?"

Yup, it was definitely a DM! Do I reply? Or do I not reply? Where is Lama when I need her! I might cry from this. I have no idea about what to do! So, I did what my gut told me to do. And bbmed Lama. 

Bee❊:
LAMO!
LAMA!
LAMUSI!
LAMA W ZG!

What are best friends if you can't find them when you want them?

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

LF❥:
W zgteen! N33mmm???? 
Wish 3endikkk???
Leeeeh ma t5leny anam in peace o quiet???
LEEEEEEESHHH

Bee❊:
Aflmty nog6a. 
Mmm!! OK esm3i 3ziz FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER

LF❥:
OMGGGG!!! Wesh swety? :00</3

Bee❊:
Follow back?

LF❥:
M 
A
J
N
O
N
A!!!
Did u follow him back 3la 6ol?

Bee❊:
When was I supposed to do it? NEXT WEEK?

LF❥:
Loooooool. Very funny :)

Bee❊:

Esh aswy lik enty w ur stupid ideas. 

LF❥:

So did he mention/DM you ;)?

Bee❊:

Hmmmm :$

LF❥:

HE DID! SPILL YALLAH!

Bee❊:

He dmed w s2lny i4a ana 9ay7a wila la2:$

LF❥:

Did you reply?

Bee❊:

No:$

LF❥:

REDYYY!!! NOWWW!!!

Bee❊:

OKAY OKAY!! Yomaaa mnikk! :p

@Bee_EH:

"Yuppzy!! :D"

I typed and deleted the DM 5 different times because I had no clue on what to send him. So I decided on something very me and very lame. I slapped my hand on my forehead, I don't know what on earth was |I doing, but I'm taking a huge risk. 

I hope to god I don't fall in love with him. 

Who am I kidding? I'm already falling and looks like I don't know if I'll be caught or not. 

@AAS5:

"Yupzy? :p Lol, cute Basma."

He called me cute. Eash m3nat hatha? Does he mean I'm cute cute? Am I over thinking? What do I reply? Why am I feeling like this? 

Ugh!

@AAS5:

"I wanted to check up on you. You weren't looking or feeling good today.."

Awwwwwww. My heart melted a teeny tiny bit. Wah. 

@Bee_EH:

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me."

Shall I add a heart or no? I should, 9a7? I have to. This looks so cold. What if he gets the wrong msg? Oh god. Why. Am. I. Overthinking. This. I'll just add a heart after the dot so it looks more distant. 

"I'm okk. Don't worry about me. <3"

And send. I wanted to lock my phone and throw it across the room but I can't do that for 2 reasons:

a-My parents might wake up.

b-I really really want to see his reply.

He replied nearly a minute later, wow! Either he wants to talk to me as bad as I want to talk to him or he is bored out of his mind. 

@AAS5:

"So, a little birdie told me you write.."

I'm going to murder Alia! 

@Bee_EH:

"I don't. Not much anyway."

@AAS5:

"Will you show me what you write? Or not.."

@Bee_EH:

"Hehe. No."

@AAS5:

"So, Basma. Since you're a woman of many talents what else do you have as a hobby?"

@Bee_EH:

"I dance ballet. If that counts."

@AAS5:

"E5s ya Jessica entyy! Ballet w 7rkat ajal. Do you write in english ba3ad?"

I laughed quietly so I don't wake up my parents. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

@Bee_EH:

"Hate to disappoint, bes my writings bl3rbi :p"

@AAS5:

"7safa kan wdy a6frik zyada.."

@Bee_EH:

"Stop with those dots they're annoying :'(</3"

@AAS5:

"What dots... o:)"

@Bee_EH:

"Trak mrra ma9il! ;p"

@AAS5:

"I made you laugh awal, mo?;p Then 5la9!!"

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!"

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter2

I wanted to post this chapter ages ago, but I got really sick during the past few weeks. Also, I was going through so much stuff on other levels that no one would imagine. 

Like I said before this is a 100% true story so I hope you guys get excited for this story. I want to set certain days, but I can't because I seriously need to work harder on my grades&school. Thanks<3 

ENJOY

Ps,

Don't forget that the start of this story happened in 2008 (6 years ago) so a lot of things changed. 

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I changed the arm that was holding the shopping bags because it was starting to get painful. I sat on the nearest stool in the shop, and let out a loud "offfh." I've been cranky for the past 3 days, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with a dark eyed model-like 19 year old. I haven't seen him in 3 days, and that managed to make me feel so angry, frustrated, and sad all at once.

Mom: Basma! Esh feki ya mama! Malik 5lg you shop, w bes sakta! Mo 3waydk. Fe a7d m9'aygk?

I felt sorry for my mom, she was the one who had to deal with my moodiness. I wish my sisters were here, then she could've went out with them. 

Basma: it's ok mama, 5ala9. I'm sorry mama adri wallaa eni anrfz w akeed tgolen ya leet Sara aw Fara7 ma3na.

Maybe if my sisters were here, my mom would have more fun. The summer I meet a guy and lose all sense of being logical, one sister decides to be 8 months along pregnant and the other has a 1 month old baby girl, just my luck.

Mom: laa ya mama, la tgolen kitha. Leeh ma tro7in elbeet enti? Shklik t3bana w malik 5lg. 

I sighed, again. And nodded. I really did want to go back to the hotel, I was tired and stressed. I knew my mom was too, but she was good at hiding it. We haven't had an easy couple of months, but they promise it gets better. 

I was lost in my thoughts while walking back to the hotel, the sun glaring on me through the clouds. I tripped on the unbalanced pavement and almost hit the floor face down when a strong pair of arms held me by my elbows. 

Basma: sorry, I wasn't looking where-

And then my mind decided to stop working, and my mouth was wide open. Why does that always happen to me?

Aziz: hi?

He gave me a half smile, and for the life of me I couldn't form an understandable response. I don't know why, but I always seem to forget that I have a tongue that can be used around him. I blushed when I realised that he was waiting for a response. I  looked down at the pavement from embarrassment and I felt his fingers under my chin.

Aziz: look at me, you don't have to be embarrassed or shy.

He gave me a smile that melted my heart, how does he always do this? He doesn't need to do much to unleesh a zoo in my stomach. 

Basma: urmm sorry bes I have 2 left feet! W I keep falling when I'm around you. Tra I'm not a klutz 6ool elwgt bes around you mdri shlon akon-

My jaw fell when I realized he put his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I blushed deep red till the tips of my toes.  

Aziz: ok ok stop babbling and let me walk you to the hotel.

I looked down at my feet in embarrassment and acted as if I was playing with my nails.

Basma: mala da3i.. it's ok.. I-i-i.

Aziz: ok, let's walk and wait on the talking shwy. Eish rayik?

I gave him a small smile that barely matched his. I am getting waaay too comfortable with him around. When we got to the hotel I wished that it would by some miracle be further away. I knew that I was thinking this way because I was wishing I had a little more time with him. We stopped at the hotel's door and he gave me a half smile.

Basma: sooo.. 

Aziz: bro7 ana al7in, if you need anything you'll know where to find me.

~

I threw my pen at the empty paper. I'm getting writer's block and I know it's because of my current state of depression. I should go take a walk; I need to let it out, but I can't. 

I took my jacket from the back of the chair, and opened the connecting door between my room&my parents' room.

Basma: baba! B6l3 atmsha w arj3 bsr3a. 
Dad: elbsy ur jacket ya mama la tmr9'en. 

 I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and as I walked away I heard his usual cough that broke my heart. Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. When I stepped out of the hotel I got hit by cold air that gave me goosebumps. 

I stopped by the nearest starbucks to get myself something to keep me warm. I sat on a bench staring at all kinds of people walking by. Business men talking non stop on their phones, in love couples holding hands, families with little children running around. I feel someone sitting next to me but I don't pay it a lot of attention. The minute I heard his voice, I stopped myself from turning to see him. 

Aziz: ana t3bt shwy, fa mar7 ajekm. Ento i6l3o t3sho, don't wait around for me.. yalla m3 elslama 7bebe.. ok abd wla yhmik.  

I pretended like I didn't hear him, ygalkm al7in ana elthgl. I let my fingers circle the top of my paper cup, and continued staring at the people passing by while waiting calmly for him to start talking. 

Aziz: Do you want to talk? 

I smiled at nothing; I knew he would start. He always does. He should get some credit though, it only took him 25 minutes to start talking; I honestly thought he would take less time.

Basma: why would you think ena I want to talk?
Aziz: hmm, jalsa l7alk, m3ak gahwa. Large if I may add too. Mdri 9ra7a shklk ygol I want to talk. 

I let out a long deep breath, I don't think it would be good to lay all my crap on him. So, I shook my head softly. 

Basma: I don't want to talk, yet. 
Aziz: yet? Zeen y3ny I have hope. 

I stuck my tongue out at him in playful way to let the situation lose a bit of its tense-ness. Suddenly, I felt his fingers grip my tongue, and my eyes widened. 

Aziz: gltlik lw mdteh mrra thanya bswy shy mar7 y3jbk! 

When he took his fingers away, I starred at him shocked more than ever.

Basma: 9A7Y ENT? 

He laughed loudly at my reaction. 

Aziz: elmarra ely b3daha I'll cut it off. 

Then he winked and my heart did that stutter dance. I looked at him still shocked, and then I laughed lightly. When I stopped after a while, I let out a loud deep sigh.

Basma: my dad is sick.

I stopped talking for a while waiting for a response from him, but I didn't get any. I looked back at him. He did a thing with his hand where he was basically telling me to go on. 

Basma: like really sick. Brain tumour sick. W ma ndri how much longer does he have, and it's sucking the energy out of mama. Ely she looks old now, she never looked old. My sisters, are constantly worrying which is not good for their babies. And my brother.. My brother is a whole different story. 

I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw his hand with a couple of tissues hovering above my lap. I took the tissues and wiped my tears, and then blew my nose while making the most unattractive sound I'm sure he's ever heard. 

Basma: w aswa2 shy blmw9'o3 kla? No one is telling me anything! Bl9'ab6 ma k2ni bnt'hm. Adri eni a93'r w7da bes mo lhdraja bzr ana ma afhm! Walla at7ml! Ma7b ena they keep babying me. B3den there's this fact eno my siblings keep fighting w ha4a elmw9'o3 jals yt3b omi zyada. 

I stopped talking after I let it all out. 

Basma: I'm so sorry, 6l3t klshy 3lek. Now, I'm pretty sure I have a red swollen nose and eyes to match with it. Ble5 I must look like sh*t.
Aziz: Shaklhm ma galolk ena I like red noses, they're kind of my thing. 

I laughed at his lame attempt to make me feel better, and he gave me his million mega-watt smile. 

Aziz: likk 7ag tz3l thum lik 7ag nra9'eek! Yallaa 3aaad ebtsmi! Wallaaa 7lwaa bes elebtisama a7la. 

I blushed deep red, and looked down while laughing. 

Aziz: ee kitha! Ma b3'aiina! 

I looked back at him and saw that he was giving me that heart stopping smile. Walla w  swaha glbi w 7bik w ana 3n el7ob naheh. 

Basma: urmm.. I better get going, my parents would be waiting. 

I got up and tightened my bag's strap on my shoulder. 

Basma: thank you for listening, and for the tissues. 

I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.

Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.

xo