I was kind of "un-grounded" now that I told my mother everything and was upfront and honest with her. It hurt to hear what she'd said, but for some reason I just couldn't believe it at all.
Layal was on my bed with a bag of chips in her hand as we discussed our project, for like five minutes, until she asked me about Zaid again, to which I'd told her everything.
"Wait galich y7ibich?" she said, almost choking on her chips.
"Ma galha, bas sa2alta oo gal ee," I said. Even though I had never specified what the question, but we had both known what I'd meant.
"Chathaba," she said with a wide mouth.
"Tadreen hatha shinu jackpot? Ubai ya7mara!" she said and I laughed, only everyone thought he had everything when really he had nothing, even though he considered me my everything.
"Bas umi a9lan ma wafaqat, oo ma3tiqid ahala bywaf8oun. Ikhta nisra," I told her, trying not to sound as broken as I truly felt.
"It3eesh ma3a bl bait?" she asked me.
I shook my head.
"3ayal intay shaku? Latkharbeen 7ayatich 3ashan that bitch," she said. I rolled my eyes.
"La jed ya3ni," she said as she took a handful of chips from the bag. Why couldn't she understand that it just wasn't about Zaina?
"Oo Faisal Control Freak sh9ar 3alaih?" she asked me.
I laughed at her nickname for him.
"Madri wallah," I said.
"Tara a7is 3nda side hoe madri laish, a7is y7ib ysawe ashya2 ****" she said something so inappropriate I threw a scrunched up paper at her.
"Shinu ba3ad he is controlling!" she said.
"Bas it9adgeen ma3tiqid kil hatha, ma3a Zaid, kan by9eer lo mu Lulu yatni oo galatli ina uhwa y7ibni," I said.
"Plot twist, ha?" she said.
"7ail!" I replied. "Bas madri itha she was looking out for me wala kanat tabu she breaks us up," I said.
"Either way allah y3afeeha," Layal said.
"True," I said, even though she was the reason we were busted in the first place, and probably the reason Zaid went downhill.
"Oo ya3ni al7een you're fine ma3a khalti?" she asked me.
"I hope so, ya3ni adri bas n7taj wagt, 3araftay?" I told her. I loved talking to her about anything, because unlike my old friends, I could tell her anything and I could still trust her to not leave or say anything.
"Good good. Ubai tara 7adi ishta6ait, matadreen mita birid ikalmich?" she asked me.
I shook my head.
"Okay I have news for you ba3ad," she said with a smile that I knew was her "I have something you don't know about" smile.
"Chathaba!" I exclaimed.
"Wallah," she said with a laugh.
"Minu?!" I said. I automatically knew she meant she was with someone.
"Isma Abdullah Al-K," she said.
My jaw nearly dropped. "Ubai wait hatha kan b madristi!"
"Ee adri," she said with a giggle.
"Wait wait shlon?" I asked her.
"Umm thak ilmara ya 3nd my sister's party planning business 7ag your reunion dinner party oo galatli I take over l2ana widi asht'3l part time 3ndaha, anyway ga3adt I text him oo chithi bas 3an the party bas shway shway it became more personal than professional oo ee ya3ni, I like him al7een," she said, like it was the most casual thing ever.
I nearly threw another paper ball at her.
"Ubai laish ma glteeli mn awal?!" I said.
"Madri khift I jinx it," she reasoned.
"'3abiya?" I said. "Bas tara Abdullah khosh wa7id," I said with a smile.
"Na6irni atkharaj takhayilay," she said, blushing.
"Ubai wanasa!" I said. I really was happy for her, at least she knew when her deadline was, unlike me, and unlike Zaid and me, they were a perfect fit.
Layal was on my bed with a bag of chips in her hand as we discussed our project, for like five minutes, until she asked me about Zaid again, to which I'd told her everything.
"Wait galich y7ibich?" she said, almost choking on her chips.
"Ma galha, bas sa2alta oo gal ee," I said. Even though I had never specified what the question, but we had both known what I'd meant.
"Chathaba," she said with a wide mouth.
"Tadreen hatha shinu jackpot? Ubai ya7mara!" she said and I laughed, only everyone thought he had everything when really he had nothing, even though he considered me my everything.
"Bas umi a9lan ma wafaqat, oo ma3tiqid ahala bywaf8oun. Ikhta nisra," I told her, trying not to sound as broken as I truly felt.
"It3eesh ma3a bl bait?" she asked me.
I shook my head.
"3ayal intay shaku? Latkharbeen 7ayatich 3ashan that bitch," she said. I rolled my eyes.
"La jed ya3ni," she said as she took a handful of chips from the bag. Why couldn't she understand that it just wasn't about Zaina?
"Oo Faisal Control Freak sh9ar 3alaih?" she asked me.
I laughed at her nickname for him.
"Madri wallah," I said.
"Tara a7is 3nda side hoe madri laish, a7is y7ib ysawe ashya2 ****" she said something so inappropriate I threw a scrunched up paper at her.
"Shinu ba3ad he is controlling!" she said.
"Bas it9adgeen ma3tiqid kil hatha, ma3a Zaid, kan by9eer lo mu Lulu yatni oo galatli ina uhwa y7ibni," I said.
"Plot twist, ha?" she said.
"7ail!" I replied. "Bas madri itha she was looking out for me wala kanat tabu she breaks us up," I said.
"Either way allah y3afeeha," Layal said.
"True," I said, even though she was the reason we were busted in the first place, and probably the reason Zaid went downhill.
"Oo ya3ni al7een you're fine ma3a khalti?" she asked me.
"I hope so, ya3ni adri bas n7taj wagt, 3araftay?" I told her. I loved talking to her about anything, because unlike my old friends, I could tell her anything and I could still trust her to not leave or say anything.
"Good good. Ubai tara 7adi ishta6ait, matadreen mita birid ikalmich?" she asked me.
I shook my head.
"Okay I have news for you ba3ad," she said with a smile that I knew was her "I have something you don't know about" smile.
"Chathaba!" I exclaimed.
"Wallah," she said with a laugh.
"Minu?!" I said. I automatically knew she meant she was with someone.
"Isma Abdullah Al-K," she said.
My jaw nearly dropped. "Ubai wait hatha kan b madristi!"
"Ee adri," she said with a giggle.
"Wait wait shlon?" I asked her.
"Umm thak ilmara ya 3nd my sister's party planning business 7ag your reunion dinner party oo galatli I take over l2ana widi asht'3l part time 3ndaha, anyway ga3adt I text him oo chithi bas 3an the party bas shway shway it became more personal than professional oo ee ya3ni, I like him al7een," she said, like it was the most casual thing ever.
I nearly threw another paper ball at her.
"Ubai laish ma glteeli mn awal?!" I said.
"Madri khift I jinx it," she reasoned.
"'3abiya?" I said. "Bas tara Abdullah khosh wa7id," I said with a smile.
"Na6irni atkharaj takhayilay," she said, blushing.
"Ubai wanasa!" I said. I really was happy for her, at least she knew when her deadline was, unlike me, and unlike Zaid and me, they were a perfect fit.
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