Don't Forget Me (58 Finale)

Three months later,

I was nervous.

I didn't want to do it yet I really wanted to because it was as if I'd waited forever for this moment to happen.

I was lucky I wasn't doing it alone.

I took a deep breath as I stood outside the door of the ballroom, and I looked at Zaid next to me, who was already looking at me, admiring me, and I couldn't help but blush and smile at him. He smiled back and I was head over heels over his contagious smile, his radiant face that showed a true fighter, his overall spirit that made me confide in him from our first chance together.

"Khayfa?" he asked me, as I looked at him.

"La 7adi relaxed," I said sarcastically and he laughed.

"Bnrou7 ma3a ba3a'6." he reminded me.

"Ubai la7'6a 9ij ili ga3d y9eer 9a7?" I said.

"Wallah 7ta ana mu m9adig," he said while laughing.

"Mn 6ayara ib Paris lay our own milcha," I said, looking over the years.

"7asafa ma3azamna ilmhawishchiya hatheech," he said and I laughed.

"Khal in'3ayer il8i9a itha a7ad sa2alna," I suggested while I laughed. Partially out of humor and partially out of nerves.

"Ha irti7tay shway?" he asked me.

I shook my head and laughed again, but this time out of nerves.

"Latkhafeen, 3rfay intay a7la wa7da feehum," he whispered to me and I blushed again. I ran my hands over my silver-colored dress that was custom made for me by some top-notch designer in Lebanon. I was still amazed at how pretty it was and how pretty it made me look.

The photographer told us it was time to enter the ballroom, and I was stunned. I grabbed Zaid's hand and squeezed it, which relieved my tension a bit.

"La7a'6tay my cane?" he asked me as he inched his face closer to my ear.

"Zaid wagtik!" I said while laughing nervously.

"Okay mashta'3lat," he said while laughing. I took a deep breath as I looked at him again before they opened the ballroom doors.

"Yallah?" he muttered.

"Yallah," I replied as we entered.

I couldn't see the people mn kithirhum and the amount of lights surrounding us, but the ballroom was so grand, so majestic it felt like a dream. It was so high, and adorned with pink and blue flowers that gave it the kind of beauty only royalty could offer. The pink diamonds on my neck sparkled underneath the lights and I could finally see my mother and Zaina at the couch as they smiled at us; everyone was smiling and I knew we had made it.

We had finally made it in spite of everything crazy that had happened.

We finally sat down and Zaid looked at me and smiled before he looked at his sister and my mother. My hand was shaking because I was so nervous and Zaid put his hand on mine to reassure me I wasn't in this alone. Ta3theeb mu milcha.

I was actually glad I wasn't having a wedding.

"Widich we ditch?" he whispered to me.

"Fee malyon shakh9 ga3deen yshoufouna al7een. Fa ma3tiqid," I said and he chuckled.

"Ga3da ityanineeni," he whispered to me and I bit my lip to scold him from saying anything inappropriate while we were in front of hundreds of people.

"Baskum suwalif la7geen 3ala ba3a'6, yallah 9awraw," Zaina said as she fixed my dress. I smiled at the camera while Zaid put his hand on my waist in one picture, until Zaina scolded him.

"Murti ba3ad shinu," he said, and I could hear some laughter from the crowd nearby, to which I laughed. Zaid ignored Zaina and even pulled me closer for the picture, and the crowd wooed at Zaid when he kissed my forehead. It was his crazy teenage cousins 6ab3an and I felt a heatwave of embarrassment rush through my body but then I remembered that Zaid really appreciated me, and that was all that mattered.

I was calmer and calmer with every passing second as I looked around.

Layal wouldn't stop smiling at me, and I smiled at her excitedly.

I also invited Lulu and Sarah, for the sake of our childhood friendship, and I was grateful for Lulu's inadvertent attempt to make him confess, or else this wouldn't have happened.

I did not see them and I doubted that they came. Whatever, I did my part. It just sucked that five years ago we were the best of friends who would support me no matter what, or so I'd thought.

My father just called to congratulate me, while Essa was back to not caring. I honestly thought his rehab was a sign for us to build a relationship, when all he did was try to ruin it.

It was finally time for the rings, and I was nervous as hell.

Maryam, Zaid's niece, walked nervously through the ballroom with the wooden box in her hands. 7aram she looked so nervous walking alone, well, with her  mother by her side to support the box in case it fell.

She smiled at us before she set the box in front of us on the table and Zaid called her over to kiss her before opening the box.

We both took a deep breath as we saw the rings, our rings.
This was real, and I was still shocked it was happening.
I knew it was my turn first so I took a shaky hand and pulled out Zaid's ring.

Zaid looked at me and smiled before I slipped on his ring. He looked at me again, with tears in his eyes, unexpectedly, as he put the ring on my finger. He tried to toughen up but he had to wipe his eyes for the camera to which his cousins wooed again and he laughed. Everyone did. I couldn't help but pat his hand to comfort him and reassure him we did it.

He smiled at me kissed my forehead as I held his hand and we took so many pictures I could barely even see from the flashes in front of me.

What made things even worse in pictures was that he literally couldn't keep his hands off me, which resulted in me beaming awkwardly at every camera while squinting.

"So btg3ideen b my wing akheeran, ha?" he asked me as soon as the photographers backed away a bit. "Maninkhash min a7ad," he teased.

"Zaid tara bagi shahrain 3ala il3irs," I teased.

"Khan6awif il3rs," he said and I laughed.

"Fa, cinema kl yom b baitna, wala shrayich?" he asked.

"Yallah laish la2," I said. He was too excited and I loved it.

Zaina came again to tell us to talk less and smile more, and we obliged for a second before Zaid talked again.

"Tadreen wain the honeymoon?" he asked. Zaina will kill him.

I shook my head before taking a "wild" guess.

"Paris?" I guessed.

"Ee, oo ba3ad?" he said.

"Fee ba3ad?" I said, stunned.

"Ee akeed," he said.

"Ubai madri," I said as I chuckled. Was he serious?

"Private island, oo ilbaji 3ad intay nagay," he said while laughing. Private island? What?

"Zaid latgi9 3alay," I said, still stunned. I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly over the loud music, but he did seem like he said "private island".

"Private island?" I asked him just to make sure.

"Wallah ajart'ha 7ag isbou3," he said while laughing. I couldn't believe him. This was insane.

"Maynoun tadri?" I said as I shook my head in disbelief and he laughed.

"A7ibich ba3ad shasawe," he finally said with a wink before he turned to the camera.

He finally said it.

This was unreal.

He was unreal.

***
So this is it. 

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