The following day,
"I'll have a cheeseburger please, no tomatoes," I told the waiter as he went around the table to collect our orders.
I kept looking at my phone hoping that Fahad would magically text me now that I had unblocked him.
I really felt the connection again between us yesterday and I hoped he did too...it was hard not to notice.
"مبروك على خطبة جنى يحليلها"
Rawan said, smiling sourly.
I smiled back and replied.
"الله يبارك فيج"
I said.
My phone vibrated suddenly but it wasn't from Fahad. It was an Instagram notification.
3ashat dandoooun mnawraaa!
My cousin Badriya texted from across me.
"أمم..بدرية جنه تمسحينه احسن؟"
Rahaf, Rawan's sister said with a shocked expression on her face.
"ليش؟"
Badriya asked, confused. My other cousins looked confused too so we all went on Instagram to see the post.
Badriya had posted it on her story along with the caption *proud cousin*.
Rawan wasn't the only one kissing up and bragging about my sister.
It was a candid picture of Danah, laughing at something someone in front of her said. I didn't find anything off about the picture until I saw the flute shaped glass in her hand, half filled with bubbly gold liquid.
Oh God...
I felt sick, my face felt on fire.
What if my mother saw this.
"خل-خل امسحه"
Badriya said, looking horrified.
"شلون لقيتيه؟"
Rawan asked her, her eyes still glued to her screen.
"أمم..رفيجتي مطرشته..."
I felt their eyes glance each other awkwardly, then at me, as if I had something to do with it. I was speechless.
Did Danah know?
I couldn't DM her since we weren't following each other.
I took a screenshot instead and sent it to her.
The girls found this post..
I went back to the account, which didn’t have that much a following. How the person found this picture I did not know. I sent them a DM with a screenshot.
Please please delete this post
I couldn't comment obviously. I reported the picture thinking it might help get it deleted.
"Ladies, mozzarella sticks?"
The waiter said, bringing the awkward silence to an end.
Danah: who saw it?
Me: So far bas banat khalaty..madry itha a7ad shafa min Badriya's story. Ask the acc to delete it
Danah: they won't delete it it's getting them a lot of traffic
Me: mafahamt?
Danah: look at the comments
For the first time I felt like she was desperate. I went back on the post and found a comment that said
بنت كويتيه بديرة اجنبيه المفروض تمثل عادات وتقاليد شعبها، هذي ما تمثلنا
Another said:
Shame on you 👎
unfollowed
I felt my heart beating, I couldn't imagine what she was feeling. It was her fault but still, everyone sinned differently.
"Cheeseburger no tomatoes," the waiter said, laying my plate in front of me. I had no appetite at all.
I looked at my mother at the end of the table, looking clueless while she ate her lunch. I just hoped she wouldn't know.
“امبيه يا جماعة البطاط خيال"
Rahaf said, trying to change the subject but we all knew we were all thinking about it.
It felt like my fault. I'd always wished that people to see the other side of Danah, but not like this.
I knew she couldn't fix it; news traveled fast and it was only the mercy of time that it would reach my mother
*
The hotel room phone pierced my ears and I picked it up with a racing heart.
"الو؟"
I said.
"خلصتي جنطتج؟"
My mother yelled.
"أي توني اصكها"
I replied.
"دقي على الرسيبشن ياخذون جناطنا"
She said before hanging up.
She knew. I did not know how she knew but right when she knew she managed to book us a flight back home the same day.
I did not text Danah, God only knows what my mother had said to her over the phone. It seemed like my mother was so tired of being seen as a pushover by her own daughter. She'd had enough.
We were leaving a week and a half early. I didn't even finish getting the things on my list but right now that was the last of my worries.
I walked with the porter to the lobby while my mother checked us out.
I'd never seen her more furious. She hadn't mentioned why we were leaving so early but I knew the answer anyway.
I bit my lip, hesitating to talk to Fahad but I had nothing to lose anyway.
Guess mino berid I kuwait in a few hours? 😂
"امشي يالله"
My mother said, hurriedly walking towards the doors to get into the cab awaiting us. My phone vibrated in my hand, sending a rush of heat over me but I was terrified to check it before getting into the car.
"استغفر الله افففف"
My mother muttered. I gulped.
I couldn't dare do anything, it was only when she started to use her phone that I finally used mine.
Fahad: 9ij?? Inshallah mako shay??
I waited a minute before replying.
Me: La don't worry..matwa9e 3ala shay?
Fahad: anything mn chocolate bar
I blushed.
We were getting somewhere...I knew it.
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