Meant to Be (Part Twenty One)

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I hope ina ma 6awalt wayed this time.. ;p
anyways.. this post is dedicated to Um 3abdullah il daloo3a ;p
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and especially "Um flfola" :)

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----- M7ammad

I woke up, and stretched. I opened one eye only and glanced at my watch.

"Crap!" I said as I got up quickly, we were already late for the tour and I'm sure that my sisters will ask about every single detail when we get back. This can't be good I mumbled as I got up.

I almost ran to the bathroom, but before I closed the door, I went to wake up Shai5a first so she can get ready too.

I knocked the door, once, twice, three times, mako fayda.

I opened the door slowly, and peaked inside.

No one!

I panicked, I knocked the bathroom door.

No one again!

I paced around, furious! Hathy wain ra7at.

About half an hour has passed, with me waiting, and she still hasn't shown up.
I called the reception asking them if anyone had left a message or something, or if any young ladies were sitting in the reception.

Again, nothing!

I stared at my phone for a while, as I realized that I don't even have her phone number! How am I supposed to contact her now.

Without thinking, I called my sister, Dalal. I didn't even think about the time in kuwait.

"3a6eeny ra8am Shai5a.." I said as soon as she picked, not even bothering to greet her.

"laish wainha!!" She asked, shocked.

"Ana shdarrany!!" I screamed. "Moo intaw ily zawajtoony iyaha w bilashtoony! Il7een wainha.. ana wain algaha balla.. 3a6eeny ra8amha yalla 5al9eeny!" I asked, with rage burning in me.

She gave me the number quickly, w saddeeta and called Shaikha.

I waited for her to pick up, but she didn't.

Seconds after that, she I heard the door click and she came in.

I kept quiet, I didn't say a word, I just clenched my fists and stared at her.

"9aba7 il 5air" She said as she played with her phone.

"Wain kntay" I replied, without any emotions.

"Ri7t il grocery store 3ashan ashtery ashya2 for breakfast la2ana the reception guy told me ina they don't provide breakfast" She replied coolly.

"La walla!" I asked as I raised my eyebrows. "Shno shayfatny jiddamich?! 3abalich ana ahbal ya3ny! Ray7a il grocery store w ma beedich wala cheesa!" I asked. "A5er mara as2al WAIN KINTAY?" I screamed.

She looked at me shocked.

"Ma tjawbeen!" I asked angrily again.

Without a word, she walked away and to say she pissed me off was an understatement.

"Shai5a!!" I screamed 9ij this time. "Ana moo yahel jiddamich! Lamma a7acheech, ma tamsheen 3any fahma!" I told her.

She turned around, with her beautiful, round eyes full of tears. At that same instant, all the anger building up in me disappeared.

The innocence in her eyes made me regret being angry at her, regret not being her "husband" and regret ever thinking that she wasn't the one.

Just as she was about to speak, someone knocked the door, and I went to see who it was.

The concierge (I think hatha isma ;p) brought some bags, left them on the kitchen counter and left.


----- Shai5a

"They were heavy!" I told him as I tried to control my tears.

I walked away, but again, he called my name, but this time in a different tone.

"Shai5a.." He called with emotions that can be mistaken for love.

Something made me stop, and I felt weaker and weaker as he came closer.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered as he hugged me.

Every cell in my brain ordered me to move away, but there was that magical force that just pulled me closer and closer to him.

I hugged him back as I cried my heart out. I cried for my future that was lost. I cried for my dreams that were shattered. I cried for everything and nothing. But
most importantly I cried, because he would always lead me on to nothing.

"Sam7eeny.." He said again as he rubbed my back.

I continued crying as I held on to his shirt even more.

"5ala9.. walla sorry.." He said in a sad voice. "Inzain intay laish 6ila3tay bidoon ma tga3deeny? Walla I was so worried about you.. w ba3dain I didn't have your phone number.. w ba3dain you didn't answer your phone.. ya3ny shtabeeny asawy?" He continued.

"Awal shay.. Dalal told me, on our wedding day, as a piece of advice, never to wake you up early if I didn't want to be killed.. and I'm not a child, I can manage on my own, w ana ma ared 3ala ar8am '3areeba.." I told him coldly.

"Awal shay.." He started, chuckling. "Yes, I do tend to get grumpy when people wake me up early, bas intay '3air.. intay zoojty w 7abeebty.. ma a3a9eb 3aleech.. wala niseena ams shgiltay?!" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows as my face was starting to turn to its, now normal, shade of red.

I tried to pull away, but he held me even tighter.

"La7'6a ma 5alla9t kalamy.. ana ma gilt ina you're a child.. I simply said ina I was worried about you,,w ba3dain ya3ny intay ma tadreen ina il 3a9abiya wiratha bl 3ayla.." He laughed. "And give me your phone" He said as he grabbed it and punched some keys.."Okay 5ala9, my number is saved now.. no excuses!" He smiled widely. "Bas il 9ara7a ya3ny ana ma tiwa8a3tich t7ibeeny chithee.. 7atta in your phone msamyatny 7abeeby.." He said as he winked.

"Ashwa ina tawwa you saved your number!" I replied, rolling my eyes.

"La2 you did.. don't try to deny it .. ilmuhem, ana yoo3aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Aby akel!" He screamed.

"Inshallah.. Inshallah!!" I said as I hurried to the kitchen.

"Bser3a tara walla ma 3ndy mane3 aklich for breakfast!" He chuckled.

"Inzain.. inta roo7 baddel 3ala ma a5ali9.." I said, distracted.

"La2.. bag3ad ajablich w intay tsaweely ryoog.." He smiled as he sat on the stool and watched.


----- M7ammad

There was something in the way she moved, mixed with the smell of food that made me want to go crazy. I knew that it wasn't a good idea watching her, so I went to wash up and change as she finished.

When I got back, she was already done. She had some omelets, perfectly done, cheese, olives, bread, and hot milk ready on the table.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Tislam eedich ya murty il 3azeeza.." I said as I sat down and ate excitedly, savoring every bit of food.

I noticed that she wasn't eating a lot. Just sipping her milk and playing with the omelet.

"Laish ma takleen?!" I asked.

"I'm eating.." She simply replied.

"Hatha moo isma akel.. wala tabeeny awaklich min eedy w mista7ya?!" I asked her, holding back my smile.

"I'm eating walla!!!" She exclaimed, as she ate with fake enthusiasm.

"Ee 3abaly ba3ad.." I said as I laughed.

I finished my food, and stared at her as she ate.

"Shno?! Ako ketchup, mayonnaise?" She said as she looked for a tissue.

"Il7een intay mita kaleetay ketchup w min wain mayonnaise balla?!" I replied as I laughed.

"Shdarrany.. 3ayal why are you staring at me?!" She replied confused.

"La2annich 7ilwa.." I said sincerely as I kissed her hand. "Tislam eedich 7abeebty.." I told her as she blushed Again. "When will you ever stop blushing?!" I chuckled.

She ignored me and got up to clean the table. I helped her clear it off and clean everything and told her to get ready so we can go out.

"W bacher.. la tsaween ryoog.." I added.

"Laish?" She asked surprised.

"La2ana ana ily ra7 asawy ryoog.."


----- Shai5a

"La2 9ij..laish? " I asked again.

"Walla ana basawy ryoog shfeech?" He asked.

"Madry.." I replied shocked, la2ana none of my brothers ever thought about cooking anything.

"Tadreen shloon.. ilyoom ma ra7 nit3asha barra ba3ad.. I will cook dinner for you since you seem to doubt my talent." He told me sarcastically.

"Fine.." I replied, still shocked.

Allah yaster, was my only thought.


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