I pretended everything was fine.
I kissed my mother goodnight before going to my room and screaming into my pillow.
Please leave me alone.
I texted Lulu. There was so much more I wanted to say but refrained from saying. I hated her so much. When I left Zaid's car to go home I wasn't sure if I was going to see him again, but I vowed to him that I would and that we'd continue our plan for tomorrow as we were running out of time. It was very stupid and reckless of us but that was what we were; reckless and stupid.
you don't understand that it's for your own good
Really? She was teaching me about my own good when she exploited me to her creepy cousin?
You don't get to decide
I texted back. She was making me angrier by the minute.
kaifich bas gltlich its for your own good
I knew what her deal was.
Shoufay, you're a really pretty girl, but maybe if you had an equally pretty personality instead of being a jealous liar then maybe people would like you too. Anyway, please don't butt into my life again.
I texted back. I hoped that would do the trick.
I slept, feeling worried about what had happened today. What if it was a sign for us to stop being this close? I didn't know but I just did not feel good.
/
I'm out
I texted Zaid.
You should've surprised me.
He replied. I smiled softly as I got out from my car. My mother was at my grandparent's house for dinner so I was able to go to Zaid's house without her asking where I was going or my need for me to lie.
Come to the swimming pool.
I carried the carton of our Starbucks drinks as I got down the elevator to the swimming pool, where he was waiting with a smile. He wore a pair of dark gray training pants and a long sleeved navy tshirt and sneakers. I was glad he was wearing casual clothes because I wore a pair of jeans and a simple white sweater with colorful gems and had my hair down just to not be too casual.
"Hi," I said.
"Ahlan," he replied, not taking his eyes off me.
"Yallah?" he asked me, as he took our drinks from me. I cocked my brow at him.
"Bas goulay yallah," he said and I laughed.
"Yallah," I said.
I followed him past the swimming pool to another elevator that led to the other floors. We walked out of the elevator to a small kitchen and dining room area with its own living and TV area.
"Your wing?" I asked him as I looked around.
"Guest's," he replied as he casually walked to the kitchen. I joined him by the living area and sat in front of the TV. If that was the guest wing I couldn't imagine how his wing would look like.
"So, mita bitikharihjain?" he asked me as he sat back on the couch.
I took a sip of my drink. "3ugub sintain inshallah," I told him.
"Inta?" I asked him.
"Sina itha khathait summer course," he said.
I took a deep breath as I asked him a serious question.
"Ya3ni mita bashoufik next time?" I asked him.
Zaid looked away with his tongue in his cheek.
"Zaid?" I said, trying to pry an answer from him.
"Atwaqa3 ilsina ilyaya," he finally said, and looked up to me.
I shook my head in disapproval. Yes we'd gone three years without speaking to each other but now I knew him. I grew so comfortable around him that I couldn't imagine not seeing him for another year.
"Ma jawabt 3ala su2ali ili sa2altik bl shalaih," I said softly.
He stood up from the couch and walked around the room with his cane.
"I think it's obvious shinu bainna," he said, as he out the window.
"I think so too," I concurred and he smiled away from me.
It grew silent that I could hear my own breathing.
"Umm tara kalamt Lulu," I told him. I didn't know if he wanted to be reminded about yesterday.
"Sh9ar?" he asked.
"Bas gltlaha malha sh'3l feenna and stuff," I said, while he nodded.
"Ista'3rabt innich refjeeat'ha a9lan, ma3a kl e7tirami laha," he said.
I raised my brow. "Laish?"
"Ma7b atkalam 3anha bas itsawe nafs'ha shay oo ihya shay thani," he said. I gulped, did she ever do something to him?
"Zaid 9ar shay ma3ak oo ma3a Lulu?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "Ashya2," he said. I suddenly got angry and jealous.
"Zaid mn 9ijik?" I asked, not amused.
He suddenly turned serious. "Niyah, mn 9obha mu 9obi. Kila itilazag b ikhti ili akbar mnha b sneen 3ashan tye shalaihna oo tkalimni oo t6'7ak b 9ot 3ali o madri shtsawe. Tr'6ain akalm hal ashkal?" he asked.
I bit my lip. "Bas ya3ni wala mara, you know, 9irt ma3aha aw shay 9a7?"
He shook his head vehemently. "Wala mara 9irt ma3aha wala ma3a a7ad '3airha," he said, and I was relieved, if not a bit guilty.
"Yallah tabeen nit3asha?" he suddenly said as he walked to the kitchen. That was a smooth change to the subject.
"Yallah," I said as I followed him to the mini-kitchen. He placed his cane aside as he limped to the counter. Was he going to cook?
"Fa," he said as he leaned on the counter and faced me as I sat on the stool. I could smell his cologne, and smiled as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Shinu tabeen nit3asha? Riyoug wala 3asha?" he asked. I cocked my brow at him.
"Uhh riyoug?" I asked, it was more like asking him what he meant.
"Knt atmana itnageen hal ijaba," he said with a chuckle as he took out some frying pans and adjusted the temperature of the oven.
"Let me guess ta3alamt mn Amreeka?" I asked him as I propped myself up.
"Ee, french toast, pancakes, waffles," he said as he began to crack some eggs.
"Oo t3arif shay thani?" I teased him as I watched him whisk the eggs together.
He looked up from the mixing bowl. "Niyah mala da3i ili7raj," he joked. I smiled, it was the first time I heard him call me by my nickname.
I placed my chin on my hand as I rested my elbow on the marble counter, watching him go to and fro balancing between what seemed the pancakes and the french toast. He looked so cute when he was focused that I couldn't help but smile.
"Ti7taj musa3ada?" I asked him.
"La2 I'm fine," he said as he managed the pans and bowls. He diped a slice of bread in the egg mixture and puts in the pan to fry. It smelled good.
"Say cheese!" I said, taking a picture of him cooking; he smiled a toothy grin before continuing to cook and I sent him the picture while smiling.
"Pancakes are done," he said as he placed a stack of pancakes in a plate. He began to flip the french toast in the air and fortunately in fell right back in the pan and I clapped at his skills, to which he bowed in pride.
"Yallah, bon appétit," he said as he sat on the stool next to me.
"Abi a9awer my creation, madri wain mobiley," he asked me as he patted his pant pockets for his phone.
"Oh 3adi adig 3alaik," I told him as I dialed his number while he looked around the now messy cooking area. His phone buzzed next to me and my heart skipped a beat and my lips curved into a smile after reading my name on his phone.
Omneeti
"Zaid," I said as I gave him his phone, pretending that I hadn't seen my name on his phone.
He sat back on the stall and I took two pancakes and a french toast and drizzled them with maple syrup.
Zaid was watching me like a hawk as I took a bite of the pancake.
"Shlona?" he asked just when I took a bite.
I nearly choked as I laugh. "Bismillah, Zaid!" I said.
I gave him a thumbs up as soon as I got a taste of it. It was so fluffy and rich, just perfect.
He beamed at me proudly and placed an additional pancake on my plate, to which I laughed at.
We ate and chatted, not caring if our mouths were full or if we were too preoccupied with talking to eat. We just felt a need to talk, and it was mostly about food, ironically.
"Niyah ma3alich amir, fee a box yam il8anafa ili hnak, y9eer ityebeeena?" he asked me as he pointed to the box.
"Ee sure," I told him as I got up from the stool to get the long box on one of the couches.
"Wain a76a?" I asked him and he took it from me, thanking me, while he placed it right in front of me, moving my empty plate out of the way.
"Fa fee change of plans," he said and I was worried.
"Okaaay?" I said, cocking my brow.
"Bacher manigdar enrou7 ma63am l2ana 7aflat ukhouy 3ndina bl bait," he explained as he looked at the floor, as if he was ashamed to look at me.
"Hey it's fine, wallah," I told him, trying not to sound upset.
"Bas ham abeech ityeen, so," he said as he opened the box, and a mischievous smile played his lips.
I gasped as I looked at the beautiful maroon dress in it. I couldn't believe he actually bought it for me; it looked gorgeous.
Zaid smiled brightly as he looked at my surprised reaction.
"Abeech tkouneen ehnak," he whispered to my ear, and the hairs of my neck stood up. I could smell his musk and cologne. He smelled so good, and looked even better as he smiled so bright.
"Zaid you're killing me," I told him as I shook my head and smiled.
"La actually you're killing me," he said, almost seriously. I stopped smiling as I looked away from him. My skin was burning up and my heart was racing.
This felt unreal.
I kissed my mother goodnight before going to my room and screaming into my pillow.
Please leave me alone.
I texted Lulu. There was so much more I wanted to say but refrained from saying. I hated her so much. When I left Zaid's car to go home I wasn't sure if I was going to see him again, but I vowed to him that I would and that we'd continue our plan for tomorrow as we were running out of time. It was very stupid and reckless of us but that was what we were; reckless and stupid.
you don't understand that it's for your own good
Really? She was teaching me about my own good when she exploited me to her creepy cousin?
You don't get to decide
I texted back. She was making me angrier by the minute.
kaifich bas gltlich its for your own good
I knew what her deal was.
Shoufay, you're a really pretty girl, but maybe if you had an equally pretty personality instead of being a jealous liar then maybe people would like you too. Anyway, please don't butt into my life again.
I texted back. I hoped that would do the trick.
I slept, feeling worried about what had happened today. What if it was a sign for us to stop being this close? I didn't know but I just did not feel good.
/
I'm out
I texted Zaid.
You should've surprised me.
He replied. I smiled softly as I got out from my car. My mother was at my grandparent's house for dinner so I was able to go to Zaid's house without her asking where I was going or my need for me to lie.
Come to the swimming pool.
I carried the carton of our Starbucks drinks as I got down the elevator to the swimming pool, where he was waiting with a smile. He wore a pair of dark gray training pants and a long sleeved navy tshirt and sneakers. I was glad he was wearing casual clothes because I wore a pair of jeans and a simple white sweater with colorful gems and had my hair down just to not be too casual.
"Hi," I said.
"Ahlan," he replied, not taking his eyes off me.
"Yallah?" he asked me, as he took our drinks from me. I cocked my brow at him.
"Bas goulay yallah," he said and I laughed.
"Yallah," I said.
I followed him past the swimming pool to another elevator that led to the other floors. We walked out of the elevator to a small kitchen and dining room area with its own living and TV area.
"Your wing?" I asked him as I looked around.
"Guest's," he replied as he casually walked to the kitchen. I joined him by the living area and sat in front of the TV. If that was the guest wing I couldn't imagine how his wing would look like.
"So, mita bitikharihjain?" he asked me as he sat back on the couch.
I took a sip of my drink. "3ugub sintain inshallah," I told him.
"Inta?" I asked him.
"Sina itha khathait summer course," he said.
I took a deep breath as I asked him a serious question.
"Ya3ni mita bashoufik next time?" I asked him.
Zaid looked away with his tongue in his cheek.
"Zaid?" I said, trying to pry an answer from him.
"Atwaqa3 ilsina ilyaya," he finally said, and looked up to me.
I shook my head in disapproval. Yes we'd gone three years without speaking to each other but now I knew him. I grew so comfortable around him that I couldn't imagine not seeing him for another year.
"Ma jawabt 3ala su2ali ili sa2altik bl shalaih," I said softly.
He stood up from the couch and walked around the room with his cane.
"I think it's obvious shinu bainna," he said, as he out the window.
"I think so too," I concurred and he smiled away from me.
It grew silent that I could hear my own breathing.
"Umm tara kalamt Lulu," I told him. I didn't know if he wanted to be reminded about yesterday.
"Sh9ar?" he asked.
"Bas gltlaha malha sh'3l feenna and stuff," I said, while he nodded.
"Ista'3rabt innich refjeeat'ha a9lan, ma3a kl e7tirami laha," he said.
I raised my brow. "Laish?"
"Ma7b atkalam 3anha bas itsawe nafs'ha shay oo ihya shay thani," he said. I gulped, did she ever do something to him?
"Zaid 9ar shay ma3ak oo ma3a Lulu?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "Ashya2," he said. I suddenly got angry and jealous.
"Zaid mn 9ijik?" I asked, not amused.
He suddenly turned serious. "Niyah, mn 9obha mu 9obi. Kila itilazag b ikhti ili akbar mnha b sneen 3ashan tye shalaihna oo tkalimni oo t6'7ak b 9ot 3ali o madri shtsawe. Tr'6ain akalm hal ashkal?" he asked.
I bit my lip. "Bas ya3ni wala mara, you know, 9irt ma3aha aw shay 9a7?"
He shook his head vehemently. "Wala mara 9irt ma3aha wala ma3a a7ad '3airha," he said, and I was relieved, if not a bit guilty.
"Yallah tabeen nit3asha?" he suddenly said as he walked to the kitchen. That was a smooth change to the subject.
"Yallah," I said as I followed him to the mini-kitchen. He placed his cane aside as he limped to the counter. Was he going to cook?
"Fa," he said as he leaned on the counter and faced me as I sat on the stool. I could smell his cologne, and smiled as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Shinu tabeen nit3asha? Riyoug wala 3asha?" he asked. I cocked my brow at him.
"Knt atmana itnageen hal ijaba," he said with a chuckle as he took out some frying pans and adjusted the temperature of the oven.
"Let me guess ta3alamt mn Amreeka?" I asked him as I propped myself up.
"Ee, french toast, pancakes, waffles," he said as he began to crack some eggs.
"Oo t3arif shay thani?" I teased him as I watched him whisk the eggs together.
He looked up from the mixing bowl. "Niyah mala da3i ili7raj," he joked. I smiled, it was the first time I heard him call me by my nickname.
I placed my chin on my hand as I rested my elbow on the marble counter, watching him go to and fro balancing between what seemed the pancakes and the french toast. He looked so cute when he was focused that I couldn't help but smile.
"Ti7taj musa3ada?" I asked him.
"La2 I'm fine," he said as he managed the pans and bowls. He diped a slice of bread in the egg mixture and puts in the pan to fry. It smelled good.
"Say cheese!" I said, taking a picture of him cooking; he smiled a toothy grin before continuing to cook and I sent him the picture while smiling.
"Pancakes are done," he said as he placed a stack of pancakes in a plate. He began to flip the french toast in the air and fortunately in fell right back in the pan and I clapped at his skills, to which he bowed in pride.
"Yallah, bon appétit," he said as he sat on the stool next to me.
"Abi a9awer my creation, madri wain mobiley," he asked me as he patted his pant pockets for his phone.
"Oh 3adi adig 3alaik," I told him as I dialed his number while he looked around the now messy cooking area. His phone buzzed next to me and my heart skipped a beat and my lips curved into a smile after reading my name on his phone.
Omneeti
"Zaid," I said as I gave him his phone, pretending that I hadn't seen my name on his phone.
He sat back on the stall and I took two pancakes and a french toast and drizzled them with maple syrup.
Zaid was watching me like a hawk as I took a bite of the pancake.
"Shlona?" he asked just when I took a bite.
I nearly choked as I laugh. "Bismillah, Zaid!" I said.
I gave him a thumbs up as soon as I got a taste of it. It was so fluffy and rich, just perfect.
He beamed at me proudly and placed an additional pancake on my plate, to which I laughed at.
We ate and chatted, not caring if our mouths were full or if we were too preoccupied with talking to eat. We just felt a need to talk, and it was mostly about food, ironically.
"Niyah ma3alich amir, fee a box yam il8anafa ili hnak, y9eer ityebeeena?" he asked me as he pointed to the box.
"Ee sure," I told him as I got up from the stool to get the long box on one of the couches.
"Wain a76a?" I asked him and he took it from me, thanking me, while he placed it right in front of me, moving my empty plate out of the way.
"Fa fee change of plans," he said and I was worried.
"Okaaay?" I said, cocking my brow.
"Bacher manigdar enrou7 ma63am l2ana 7aflat ukhouy 3ndina bl bait," he explained as he looked at the floor, as if he was ashamed to look at me.
"Hey it's fine, wallah," I told him, trying not to sound upset.
"Bas ham abeech ityeen, so," he said as he opened the box, and a mischievous smile played his lips.
I gasped as I looked at the beautiful maroon dress in it. I couldn't believe he actually bought it for me; it looked gorgeous.
Zaid smiled brightly as he looked at my surprised reaction.
"Abeech tkouneen ehnak," he whispered to my ear, and the hairs of my neck stood up. I could smell his musk and cologne. He smelled so good, and looked even better as he smiled so bright.
"Zaid you're killing me," I told him as I shook my head and smiled.
"La actually you're killing me," he said, almost seriously. I stopped smiling as I looked away from him. My skin was burning up and my heart was racing.
This felt unreal.
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