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----- M7ammad
I saw her sitting there in the corner with her bag beside her. She lifted her head and stared with a shocked expression on her face.
"Shno?" I asked her, amazed by her expression.
She quickly turned her head, and started rummaging through her bag. She took something out and headed to the door. I followed her.
"Wain inshallah?" I asked her, with my temper starting to flare from her strange behavior.
"Ummm.. " She stuttered as I waited for her to reply. "Aby anzel shway" she replied in an almost inaudible voice.
"Inzain ni6ray shwaya, I'll just change and come down with you" I told her. I didn't want her to go alone because the reception is probably crowded with men right now.
She stood there, with her hand on the door handle, refusing to get in the room.
" I told my sister that I would go to her now" She said.
" W wain i5tich?" I asked her.
"Bitmurny ba3ad shway" she said while biting her nails.
" W laish tmurich?" I said, now really annoyed.
"3ashan ta5ithny" She replied, on the verge of crying.
"Mala da3y.. digay 3aleeha w tell her that I will drop you off, w ba3dain tara fee 3azeema in our house before we head to the airport at night.." I told her.
"Laish? 3adee ihya tyee.." She said quickly.
"Laish ihya tyee?! Ya3ny ana moo tares 3ainich?! Wala ma ti3tarfeen iny zoojich?" I yelled at her. The thing is I can be very sympathetic, but I have a temper, which I can't control most of the time.
She started crying, and I felt guilty.
"Listen, I'm your husband now. I know we both had no hand in this, but I'm responsible for you now. If you want something, you come to me. If you need someone, I will be there, because it's my duty as your husband to provide for you" I told her trying to explain my point of view.
"It's not your duty to do anything. I am not a kid, and you are not responsible for me. I can manage on my own, thank you very much" She said, with an angry tone, which I found really cute. She was short, and you can say petite, so she didn't look scary at all.
"Jiddamy." I told her firmly, wanting to stop this conversation right now.
She didn't move, so I glared at her, pretending that I was angry, while I was just enjoying her constantly changing expressions. She went from a crying girl, to an angry one, to a stubborn one, and now to a scared one.
I held her hand an led her to the bed. "Gi3day" I ordered.
She sat down obediently. "Il7een aby ashoof shlon you go against my word. Ana gilt I am responsible for you, which means I will be responsible for you. And you will sit here until I change, ba3dain I will drop you off at your parent's house, and I will come after a couple of hours so we can go to the 3azeema."
I took my clothes and went into the extremely small dressing room which was occupied by her humongous dress. I really don't understand why it has to be so long and huge. Since there was no place for me to change, I took my clothes and went to the bathroom to change, after I checked on her. And she was in the exact same position I left her in, just like I expected.
I changed quickly, prayed, and then I was good to go. I took my bag, and went to her.
"Yalla misheena" I told her, as I took her bag.
"Mala da3ee I can carry it" She said.
"roo7ay i5thay your dress" I told her.
She went to the dressing room, and I waited, and waited..
"Umm.. M7amad.." She called me hesitantly. Awal marra tgool ismy I thought to myself. Ya3ny ashwa at least she knows my name.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"The dress.. it's too huge.." She told me.
I left the bag, and went there, only to see holding it above her head, with most of the tail still touching the floor. I couldn't see her face from the dress, but the scene was hilarious.
"Mno galich tishtireen gown hal kubur?" I asked her sarcastically.
She lowered the dress as she glared at me, then held it back up and attempted to walk. She took a step, while kicking the tail so she could move, but then she stumbled back because the fabric was still on the floor. I laughed at her, and waited for a while, just to see what she would come up with. She kept on stumbling and huffing and puffing, so I eventually took the dress from her.
"I can carry it by myself." She said, being stubborn.
"Sure you can. " I replied with a smirk, and carried on walking. The gown was a bit heavy for a piece of clothing, and it was very long.
"You are ruining the fabric!" She freaked out, and lifted the tail which dragged behind me, so it doesn't get ruined.
"Ashoofich shiltee broo7ich" I told her, while hurrying to the elevator, but unfortunately we missed it.
We got in, and an old Kuwaiti lady eyed us. Her eyes were full of question and inquiries, and her gossiping nature was urging her to talk.
"Mashallah.. intaw ma3arees?" The old lady asked.
I looked at Shai5a as she smiled and nodded to the old lady.
"Ee mashallah.. allah yhhaneekum.. ila intaw shlon ti3arraftaw 3ala ba3a'6?" She asked again.
The woman was getting on my nerves, but apparently entertained Shai5a.
"A7na 3yal 3am" She replied with a smile.
"9ij! 3ad killish ma tshabHoom ba3a'6!" The old lady said, she looked at the dress's details, and then asked again. "Min wain sharya nafnoofich?"
"Ma7al b France" Shai5a replied.
"Shisma?" The old woman asked again.
"Walla ma atThakar" Shai5a replied, and I can now sense her discomfort.
The woman looked at her, then back at me, and continued studying our features. The elevator finally arrived, so the three of us entered. However, that didn't stop the lady from asking her meaningless questions.
"Shaklich akbar minha bwayed" She told me, and I ignored her because I didn't want to say anything rude.
"Shkither farg bainkum?" She directed the question to Shaikha.
"Umm.. madry.. moo wayed.." She stuttered as she replied.
The elevator door opened and I got out immediately, with Shaikha following me. The old lady
tried to catch up with us, but I just walked faster when I sensed her behind me. We got to the car, put the dress in the back seat, the bags in the trunk, and we drove silently to her house.
----- Shai5a
I looked up to see M7amad half naked, with only a towel covering his lower body. I think I stared at him for too long, because he said something that I didn't hear. I looked away quickly, and started looking for my phone in my bag. I took it and almost ran to the door so I can ask my sister to pick me up.
"Wain inshallah?" He asked me with a hint of anger in his voice. What's wrong with him I thought to myself. One minute he's the perfect gentleman, and now he's angry at me.
" Aby anzel .." I tried to reply.
He asked me a couple of questions, which I stupidly replied at because I couldn't focus with him looking like that in front of me. I kept moving closer to the door until he shouted at me.
"Laish ihya tyee?! Ya3ny ana moo tares 3ainich?! Wala ma ti3tarfeen iny zoojich?" He literally screamed at me.
I started crying, and then he lowered his voice and started to talk to me in his soothing voice. I didn't hear what he said first, but what I heard made me angry "... it's my duty as your husband to provide for you" He said .
I didn't want to be a burden on anyone. If he didn't want me, then I don't expect me to take care of me. And just because I am younger than him, doesn't mean that I'm a kid.
"It's not your duty to do anything. I am not a kid, and you are not responsible for me. I can manage on my own, thank you very much" I replied defensively.
"Jiddamy" He said in a scary tone, while pointing to the bed. I refused to move even though I was scared to death. He gave me a look, that almost made me shiver, and he took me by the hand and lead me to the bed.
"Gi3day" He demanded, and I sat down without a word.
"Il7een aby ashoof shlon you go against my word. Ana gilt I am responsible for you, which means I will be responsible for you. And you will sit here until I change, ba3dain I will drop you off at your parent's house, and I will come after a couple of hours so we can go to the 3azeema."
I was shocked, and managed to have this awed expression on my face, even after he changed and came so we can leave. He took my bag, and I tried to insist to carry it myself. But he told me to carry my dress instead. I totally forgot about it!
I went to the dressing room, and tried my best to come up with a way to carry the humongous dress. I held it over my head, but it still swept the floor. I felt desperate, so I called him. How do
I address him? I thought to myself, and decided to just go with his name.
He came, and instead of being useful, he just made fun of me. So I glared at him and decided to carry it by myself. All my attempts failed, and finally he decided to take it from me.
"I can carry it by myself." I told him angrily.
"Sure you can.." He replied in his annoying, sarcastic tone.
He carried it, but some of the fabric was still on the ground. Freaking out, I quickly held it so it doesn't get ruined.
"You are ruining the fabric!" I told him.
"Ashoofich shiltee broo7ich" He replied, and I felt like punching him right there.
We walked to the elevator, and as we waited, an old woman, the kind who look like they gossip a lot, started a question-answer session, where she would ask and we have to answer.
I absent mindedly answered, and I felt M7amad getting more annoyed by the second. She asked me about my wedding dress, and I lied, because I didn't feel like telling her. She would probably
ask me about the designers there, the directions to the shop, and how much the dress costs, if I told her the truth.
The elevator finally arrived, and she continued her interrogation in there too.
She said something, and I could feel M7amad stiffen beside me.
This time she looked at me and asked. "Shkither farg bainkum?"
"Umm.. madry.. moo wayed.." I replied, trying to avoid the question, I looked at M7amad who looked like he will hit the woman very soon.
The elevator door opened and M7amad almost flew to the car, with me running after him. He put the things in the car, and drove in complete and uncomfortable silence to my parent's house.
As soon as I got in the house, he sped away.
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