Muneera 6
I did it.
I added Jana's engagement post to my Instagram and Snapchat story.
الف الف مبروووك يا أغلى جنى بحياتي
I captioned, tagging her to the post.
Wish I could be there!
I texted.
I really wished I was.
"جنى خلصتي؟"
My mother asked from behind my hotel room door.
"أي"
I said, adding perfume to my neck.
I wore a puffer coat with stockings and a pair of boots. I was so glad my hair and makeup were on point.
I joined my mother in the elevator, fortunately without a trace of Fahad this time.
"متى ترد دانة؟"
I asked my mother, wondering if my sister had told her anything about us.
"جنه عقب شهر"
My mother said, paying attention to her phone.
I remembered that Rawan was going to be at the lunch we were going to.
She had seen my story, as did my other cousins. I knew they were going to comment and knowing Rawan, I knew she wasn't going to have something thoughtful or nice to say.
"يما جني ماني رايحة..راسي يعورني"
I lied.
My mother put her hand on my forehead.
"شفيج؟"
She said.
"تعبانة الصراحة ما نمت عدل"
I said.
"اكيد؟"
She said and I nodded.
"شتسوين بالغرفة بروحج؟"
She asked.
I shrugged.
"شكلي بطلبلي عشا وأنام"
I said.
The elevator stopped at the lobby and my mother and I stepped out.
"مو تفتحين الباب حق أي احد"
She told me and I chuckled.
"ان شاء الله"
I said, watching her leave me to get into a cab outside the hotel.
As I walked back to the elevator, my phone buzzed in my hand.
It was a message from Danah.
Congrats on Jana's engagement. Are you going to tell her fiance or is it only my friends that mess up?
I was so enraged that I decided to sit down at the lobby and write a reply to her but I seemed to be blank.
Maybe I should just block her?
From the corner of my eye I spotted Fahad walking, with a laptop stashed under his arm, towards the elevators located behind me and his eyes fell on mine. My heart kept fluttering for some reason.
He smiled softly and I smiled back, it was rude not to.
Part of me figured that it would be awkward to not say anything, especially since I was running into him a lot.
He slowed down and stopped just a few steps in front of me and I gulped.
"مبروك على جنى"
He said.
Wow, news traveled fast.
"الله يبارك فيك"
I said, with a furrowed brow.
How did he know?
"خطيبها رفيج اخوي من عمر فصج والنعم فيه الله يوفقهم"
He said, almost reading my mind.
"أمين"
I replied.
It was silent and I decided to say something.
"شكلها عطلتك بلندن عيل؟"
I said with a chuckle.
He sat down on the couch next to me to face me.
God I missed his face.
"تخيلي..كنت برد الكويت بس ما يسوى دام اهلي بيون لندن عقب يومين"
He said.
"مليت؟"
I asked him with a smile. He nodded.
"المشكلة محد من ربعي ولا اهلي هني فكلش مو متشوق اطلع بروحي"
He said with a chuckle.
"اعرف الشعور"
I said, looking at my shoes this time.
It was silent between us but there was so much to be said.
"منيرة..."
He began, not meeting my eyes.
"-ما تأسفتلج..على اللي صار و"
He began to say but I interrupted him.
"-فهد كان قبل سنتي"
I began to say but he interrupted me back.
"مو عذر. مادري شكنت مفكر فيه بس ما تستاهلين اللي صار فيج، كلش ما تستاهلين وأنا مادري شلون ما فكرت حق نفسي وبس طعتها"
He said, about Rawan, who I was more than sure was no longer with him.
"Fahad..wallah it's okay," I began to say, feeling my hand reach out subconsciously to touch his knee but I retracted.
He smiled and finally met my eyes, etched with shame. I wanted to tell him it was okay again and again until he believed me.
Special.
I still remembered.
His phone began to ring, as if knowing we had nothing to say.
"اسف"
He said.
"لا عادي ..أصلا كنت بروح الغرفة"
I said, standing up.
He smiled and I smiled back as I got on the elevator. I saw him talk on the phone and I wondered if there was a girl in his life. I didn't know why, maybe it was because he was my first?
My phone vibrated and I smiled at the reply from Fajer to my instastory.
Alf mabroouuk o allah ywafighom! 3ugbalich inshallah 💕💕💕
My sister's message seemed ridiculous now, especially when Jana was the girl her fiance had cheated on her with.
It felt like things were finally starting to line up again in my life, expect for my sister. Maybe it wasn't meant to work at all...
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