I suddenly got nervous and paranoid; what if Zaid was pulling a prank for the guys or if it was all a setup? Thing was I didn't see him with his friends much, plus the kind of personal conversation we had had didn't suggest it was part of a plan.
"Tabeen itrideen?" he asked me in the elevator as I tried to analyze my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I just said, interrupted.
"Shaklich mtwatra, tabeen itrideen ilhotel?" he said; his voice was concerned.
I didn't know what possessed me to blurt out:
"Zaid itha msawe feeni dagga khali9ne o ridni ilhotel," I said, almost calm.
Zaid's brow furrowed in confusion, then his face lightened up as he began to laugh, almost incredulous,
This was all a prank? For real?
"Tara may'6a7ik," I said defensively as I crossed my arms, almost tearing up in embarrassment. Shit, my reputation was going down the drain; how stupid was I to go out with a guy I had barely known, let alone in Paris? So stupid of me.
"Omniyah," his voice suddenly turned serious as soon as his smile faded when he realized I wasn't joking. We reached the ground floor and I walked out from the elevator away from him.
"Zaid please, adri inni '3abiya, okay?" I said.
"Omniyah, shga3da itgouleen?" he said as he shook his head, still confused
"Tara adri inkum msaween feeni dagga 7asbalkum inni khafee-," I told him, but I couldn't continue as I realized what I was saying. Inni khafeefa after what they'd seen in Starbucks.
He shook his head in disbelief. "Ga3da tismi3een nafsich? " he said.
"Goule inna dagga o inkhal9 ilmaw'6ou3," I said.
He chuckled again, but turned serious before speaking carefully. "Wallah mu dagga; bas gilt bawansich oo atshakar minnich," he said. His voice was calm now. I gulped.
"Akhaf intay msawya feeni dagga?" he teased as he cocked his brow. He was good.
"Zaid 9ij?" I asked him, brushing his teasing aside.
"Ee wallah, sam7eeni itha khalaitich mu mrta7a aw 7asaitay ini ga3d a'67ak 3alaich. Asif oo ma aloumich, bas wallah abeech tstansain oo t3aw'6een 3an ilna6rat ili n6arteeni feeha," he said, almost looking hurt.
He began to look at me to see if I had believed him or not.
Great; just great. I made a total fool of myself.
"Asfa," I could only say; I didn't even look at him from how ashamed I was.
He smiled and shrugged. "La shda3wa. Tabeen itrideen ilhotel?" he asked me again.
I shook my head. I bet I made him feel like crap so I was going to make up for it by "having" a good time like he wanted me to. He smiled and opened the door of the hotel for me. I guessed that was the answer he was looking for.
We went inside the limousine again and Zaid began to tell me about whatever building we passed; as if the argument had never happened. It made me feel less like a horrible person.
We passed by a really beautiful neighborhood with a lot of colorful gardens and public parks. We went on the main road, passed the Arch de Triumph, which we hadn't seen with the school, and onto a road with designer shops, where we stopped.
"Asif bas bastilim shay," he said as he opened the limo door.
I followed him inside Chanel, where we were greeted, and Zaid went to the counter with a receipt so I just looked around the women's section. I ran through the racks of dresses, each more beautiful than the next, and stopped at a gorgeous flow-y black dress with intricate details and designs. I checked the price, almost laughed, and put it back.
"Ma 3jibtich?" I heard Zaid say from behind me as he took the dress off the rack. He held a Chanel paper bag and Kevin took it from him to take it to the car.
"Imbala bas matiswa," I told him with a smile and took it away from him.
"Geeseeha 3al aqal," he said. I looked at my watch, it was 4:45. Did we have time?
He chuckled. "Lat7ateen ra7 nkoon ihnak by 5:30."
I quickly took the dress from Zaid and went to the fitting room. It took me around five minutes just to take off my clothes from the layers I was wearing.
I finally slid into the dress, which fit perfectly, and zipped it at the back before admiring it in the mirror. I gasped at how amazing it made me look.
The top part was tight fitting and filled with lace details while the skirt part was puffed and the waist and fell short in the font and reached the floor in the back. It was stunning.
"Shlonha?" I heard Zaid call out.
The saleswoman from Chanel walked in and nearly scared me, she smiled at me and said some things in French.
My eyes caught Zaid's looking at me, almost disbelieving at what he was seeing, before immediately looking away. I felt heat soar all through my body as I pulled the drapes of the changing room to slip into my clothes. I tried to act normal; tried.
"Umm baridha," I called out to him as I began to unzip the dress.
"Laish eshfeeha?" he asked, his voice was distant as he stood away from the curtain.
"Zaid shasawe ib badla b 3,000 KD?" I asked him. It was ridiculous.
"Excuse me?" I called out to the saleswoman as I gave her the dress to wear my own clothes. My personal belongings combined were probably less than 3,000 KD.
I took another five minutes putting on my clothes and by the time I walked out of the fitting room I was out of breath.
I caught up with Zaid at the cashier and the dress was in a plastic dress protector. I slowed down.
"Zaid?" I asked him, he turned to me and I looked at him and the dress.
He laughed. "Bl 3afya," he said.
I froze. He bought me the dress? But, but we only knew each other for a week!
"Zaid please wallah magdar!" I begged. "Okay wallah 9adagt mu dagga bas la tishtireeha!" I said and he chuckled.
"Please, i3tabreeha hadiya mini lich," he said. I bit my lip. What was my mother going to say when she saw an expensive looking dress in my closet or if I finally wore it to a wedding or something?
"Zaid already tshakart bima feeh ilkifaya, o umi shbtgool?" I said again. He looked at me and smile, a kind of smile which temporarily made me accept the dress but I jumped back to reality.
"Omniyah," he said. And I melted again.
"Na3am?" I said softly.
"Ikhtheeha al7een o ibtalshay feeha ba3dain, bas please latrideeni." he said, his voice was serious and calm.
And with that I gave in. The salespeople looked at me and then Zaid again in confusion.
"I think she's the only girl in the world who wouldn't accept a dress from Chanel unless you force her to," he told the saleswoman and she giggled. I rolled my eyes as I blushed.
He was a strange person; who would purchase a relatively expensive dress as a thank you for a girl he just got to know? I had to yet figure him out.
"Thank you, wallah," I said, genuinely thankful. He smiled as he took the dress to give to Kevin.
"Masawait shay, oo sorry ma midanna inshoof ilamakin ili gltlich 3anha," he said as he got in the car. He told Kevin to go back to our hotel.
"Fa nafs ilwagt bacher?" he asked me. I was so caught off guard but I pretended I wasn't. I nodded almost too coolly.
I looked at my phone. It was a miracle Lulu and Sarah hadn't called. I hoped my luck would be as good tomorrow.
"Um y9eer tkhali ilcheesa 3ndik? Ma3ti8id btkafi bjan6iti al7een," I said. I think it did, it was just that Lulu would see it and wonder how on earth I was able to afford it.
"Ee akeed," he said.
We arrived at the hotel drop off.
"Mashkour wayid Zaid, wallah ma ga9art," I told him before I left the limo to go to my room.
/
"Ma khala9taw?" Sarah 7annat as she waited for Lulu and me to finish getting dressed for dinner. I took longer than usual just to look better than I usually looked.
I was bursting inside to tell my friends about Zaid but I didn't. It was our little secret. Plus we weren't doing anything completely wrong, I knew being alone together was wrong, but we knew our limits and both trusted each other not to cross it.
"Niyoh 9ayra itshawgeen sh3endich?" Lulu said as she looked at me applying some blush. I wore a beige coat with my black boots and black stockings, I didn't look highly fashionable as I was not home but I looked okay.
"'Haw shfeech 7ag a7em a7em," Sarah teased, but I knew she her undertone was serious. I felt my face burn but I laughed it off with them.
"9ij tara Asoom is2alatni itha fee shay bainkum," Sarah said.
I froze. "Shrayich?"
"Shrayi? Madri, bas laish tamsheen yamma ya3ni?" she said. She sounded pissed, and I was pissed at her question.
She wouldn't get it.
"Tara yaksr ilkha6er lai 7awal yla7g 3ala ilgroup bas mayigdar oo rab3a kila msaween nafs'hum mayshufouna aw mu mstaw3ibeen," I justified. It was the truth.
"Inzain oo shm3na intay ili tamsheen ma3a?" Lulu asked me. I felt attacked.
"L2ana ma7ad ra'6i yamshi '3airi," I said. It took every ounce of self control in me not to blow up. I was so glad I didn't tell them about our outing today.
"Inzain bas tara ilkl yadri i7na shnu our limits, fa please don't ruin it," Sarah said.
Was I supposed to choose sides now?
"Ya3ni ya uhwa ya intaw?" I said. They looked at each other nervously.
I spoke coolly. "3ayal shraikum tamshoon ma3ay? Mara7 namshi ma3a Zaid bas ra7 namshi yamma bas ham b3eed naw3an ma. Wallah tara yaksr kha6ri, oo latinson shinu galat 3ana hatheech ili bl6ayara," I told them.
They looked at each other again and nodded. I nodded and exhaled in relief. The girls apologized for jumping to conclusions and we hugged it out. This didn't mean I'd ever tell them about meet ups with Zaid. It's probably just a Paris thing and things would go back to normal once we were back in Kuwait.
I didn't know if I wanted that to happen or not.
***
Dedicated to Dee :*
Happy reading!
twitter: @cashmerepoison
"Tabeen itrideen?" he asked me in the elevator as I tried to analyze my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I just said, interrupted.
"Shaklich mtwatra, tabeen itrideen ilhotel?" he said; his voice was concerned.
I didn't know what possessed me to blurt out:
"Zaid itha msawe feeni dagga khali9ne o ridni ilhotel," I said, almost calm.
Zaid's brow furrowed in confusion, then his face lightened up as he began to laugh, almost incredulous,
This was all a prank? For real?
"Tara may'6a7ik," I said defensively as I crossed my arms, almost tearing up in embarrassment. Shit, my reputation was going down the drain; how stupid was I to go out with a guy I had barely known, let alone in Paris? So stupid of me.
"Omniyah," his voice suddenly turned serious as soon as his smile faded when he realized I wasn't joking. We reached the ground floor and I walked out from the elevator away from him.
"Zaid please, adri inni '3abiya, okay?" I said.
"Omniyah, shga3da itgouleen?" he said as he shook his head, still confused
"Tara adri inkum msaween feeni dagga 7asbalkum inni khafee-," I told him, but I couldn't continue as I realized what I was saying. Inni khafeefa after what they'd seen in Starbucks.
He shook his head in disbelief. "Ga3da tismi3een nafsich? " he said.
"Goule inna dagga o inkhal9 ilmaw'6ou3," I said.
He chuckled again, but turned serious before speaking carefully. "Wallah mu dagga; bas gilt bawansich oo atshakar minnich," he said. His voice was calm now. I gulped.
"Akhaf intay msawya feeni dagga?" he teased as he cocked his brow. He was good.
"Zaid 9ij?" I asked him, brushing his teasing aside.
"Ee wallah, sam7eeni itha khalaitich mu mrta7a aw 7asaitay ini ga3d a'67ak 3alaich. Asif oo ma aloumich, bas wallah abeech tstansain oo t3aw'6een 3an ilna6rat ili n6arteeni feeha," he said, almost looking hurt.
He began to look at me to see if I had believed him or not.
Great; just great. I made a total fool of myself.
"Asfa," I could only say; I didn't even look at him from how ashamed I was.
He smiled and shrugged. "La shda3wa. Tabeen itrideen ilhotel?" he asked me again.
I shook my head. I bet I made him feel like crap so I was going to make up for it by "having" a good time like he wanted me to. He smiled and opened the door of the hotel for me. I guessed that was the answer he was looking for.
We went inside the limousine again and Zaid began to tell me about whatever building we passed; as if the argument had never happened. It made me feel less like a horrible person.
We passed by a really beautiful neighborhood with a lot of colorful gardens and public parks. We went on the main road, passed the Arch de Triumph, which we hadn't seen with the school, and onto a road with designer shops, where we stopped.
"Asif bas bastilim shay," he said as he opened the limo door.
I followed him inside Chanel, where we were greeted, and Zaid went to the counter with a receipt so I just looked around the women's section. I ran through the racks of dresses, each more beautiful than the next, and stopped at a gorgeous flow-y black dress with intricate details and designs. I checked the price, almost laughed, and put it back.
"Ma 3jibtich?" I heard Zaid say from behind me as he took the dress off the rack. He held a Chanel paper bag and Kevin took it from him to take it to the car.
"Imbala bas matiswa," I told him with a smile and took it away from him.
"Geeseeha 3al aqal," he said. I looked at my watch, it was 4:45. Did we have time?
He chuckled. "Lat7ateen ra7 nkoon ihnak by 5:30."
I quickly took the dress from Zaid and went to the fitting room. It took me around five minutes just to take off my clothes from the layers I was wearing.
I finally slid into the dress, which fit perfectly, and zipped it at the back before admiring it in the mirror. I gasped at how amazing it made me look.
The top part was tight fitting and filled with lace details while the skirt part was puffed and the waist and fell short in the font and reached the floor in the back. It was stunning.
"Shlonha?" I heard Zaid call out.
The saleswoman from Chanel walked in and nearly scared me, she smiled at me and said some things in French.
My eyes caught Zaid's looking at me, almost disbelieving at what he was seeing, before immediately looking away. I felt heat soar all through my body as I pulled the drapes of the changing room to slip into my clothes. I tried to act normal; tried.
"Umm baridha," I called out to him as I began to unzip the dress.
"Laish eshfeeha?" he asked, his voice was distant as he stood away from the curtain.
"Zaid shasawe ib badla b 3,000 KD?" I asked him. It was ridiculous.
"Excuse me?" I called out to the saleswoman as I gave her the dress to wear my own clothes. My personal belongings combined were probably less than 3,000 KD.
I took another five minutes putting on my clothes and by the time I walked out of the fitting room I was out of breath.
I caught up with Zaid at the cashier and the dress was in a plastic dress protector. I slowed down.
"Zaid?" I asked him, he turned to me and I looked at him and the dress.
He laughed. "Bl 3afya," he said.
I froze. He bought me the dress? But, but we only knew each other for a week!
"Zaid please wallah magdar!" I begged. "Okay wallah 9adagt mu dagga bas la tishtireeha!" I said and he chuckled.
"Please, i3tabreeha hadiya mini lich," he said. I bit my lip. What was my mother going to say when she saw an expensive looking dress in my closet or if I finally wore it to a wedding or something?
"Zaid already tshakart bima feeh ilkifaya, o umi shbtgool?" I said again. He looked at me and smile, a kind of smile which temporarily made me accept the dress but I jumped back to reality.
"Omniyah," he said. And I melted again.
"Na3am?" I said softly.
"Ikhtheeha al7een o ibtalshay feeha ba3dain, bas please latrideeni." he said, his voice was serious and calm.
And with that I gave in. The salespeople looked at me and then Zaid again in confusion.
"I think she's the only girl in the world who wouldn't accept a dress from Chanel unless you force her to," he told the saleswoman and she giggled. I rolled my eyes as I blushed.
He was a strange person; who would purchase a relatively expensive dress as a thank you for a girl he just got to know? I had to yet figure him out.
"Thank you, wallah," I said, genuinely thankful. He smiled as he took the dress to give to Kevin.
"Masawait shay, oo sorry ma midanna inshoof ilamakin ili gltlich 3anha," he said as he got in the car. He told Kevin to go back to our hotel.
"Fa nafs ilwagt bacher?" he asked me. I was so caught off guard but I pretended I wasn't. I nodded almost too coolly.
I looked at my phone. It was a miracle Lulu and Sarah hadn't called. I hoped my luck would be as good tomorrow.
"Um y9eer tkhali ilcheesa 3ndik? Ma3ti8id btkafi bjan6iti al7een," I said. I think it did, it was just that Lulu would see it and wonder how on earth I was able to afford it.
"Ee akeed," he said.
We arrived at the hotel drop off.
"Mashkour wayid Zaid, wallah ma ga9art," I told him before I left the limo to go to my room.
/
"Ma khala9taw?" Sarah 7annat as she waited for Lulu and me to finish getting dressed for dinner. I took longer than usual just to look better than I usually looked.
I was bursting inside to tell my friends about Zaid but I didn't. It was our little secret. Plus we weren't doing anything completely wrong, I knew being alone together was wrong, but we knew our limits and both trusted each other not to cross it.
"Niyoh 9ayra itshawgeen sh3endich?" Lulu said as she looked at me applying some blush. I wore a beige coat with my black boots and black stockings, I didn't look highly fashionable as I was not home but I looked okay.
"'Haw shfeech 7ag a7em a7em," Sarah teased, but I knew she her undertone was serious. I felt my face burn but I laughed it off with them.
"9ij tara Asoom is2alatni itha fee shay bainkum," Sarah said.
I froze. "Shrayich?"
"Shrayi? Madri, bas laish tamsheen yamma ya3ni?" she said. She sounded pissed, and I was pissed at her question.
She wouldn't get it.
"Tara yaksr ilkha6er lai 7awal yla7g 3ala ilgroup bas mayigdar oo rab3a kila msaween nafs'hum mayshufouna aw mu mstaw3ibeen," I justified. It was the truth.
"Inzain oo shm3na intay ili tamsheen ma3a?" Lulu asked me. I felt attacked.
"L2ana ma7ad ra'6i yamshi '3airi," I said. It took every ounce of self control in me not to blow up. I was so glad I didn't tell them about our outing today.
"Inzain bas tara ilkl yadri i7na shnu our limits, fa please don't ruin it," Sarah said.
Was I supposed to choose sides now?
"Ya3ni ya uhwa ya intaw?" I said. They looked at each other nervously.
I spoke coolly. "3ayal shraikum tamshoon ma3ay? Mara7 namshi ma3a Zaid bas ra7 namshi yamma bas ham b3eed naw3an ma. Wallah tara yaksr kha6ri, oo latinson shinu galat 3ana hatheech ili bl6ayara," I told them.
They looked at each other again and nodded. I nodded and exhaled in relief. The girls apologized for jumping to conclusions and we hugged it out. This didn't mean I'd ever tell them about meet ups with Zaid. It's probably just a Paris thing and things would go back to normal once we were back in Kuwait.
I didn't know if I wanted that to happen or not.
***
Dedicated to Dee :*
Happy reading!
twitter: @cashmerepoison
Like be love the post❤️❤️ cute zaid
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!;*
DeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteYjnnin! At3ab wana agol 7ilu❤️❤️ -D
ReplyDeleteHaha mashkoura wayid! ๐๐
Delete