chapter 5

LAYAN
When faisal left to change his suit ana o baba 8ararna inroo7 nin6ira bilsayara. i sat in the back
...
im speechless

ma 3indy ta3lee8. min wain 6ila3li hatha.

bas that wasn't my biggest problem at the moment..

my mind was too preoccupied with the stinky icky black oil on my hands.

awal ma dashait ilsayara 6ala3t ildetol o gimt afarik fee eedy 7aill.

get offfff!

the oil won't get off..!

my dad was standing outside.

i think faisal aproached but i would'nt know i was too busy trying to get the stupid oil off.

faj2a my door opens and i look up.

faisal is standing there with that evil half smile smirk on his face.hmm so this is his definition of changing ha? (all he did was take off the riding suit. he was wearing jeans and the same grey top. some of the stains were gone but he still looked filthy....)

6ala3ly something. a container with liquid in it.

"everyone knows you can't get the oil out unless you use this" he said

6ala3ly this substance that smells horrible o 9ab shway 3ala eedy.

"what is this, ree7ta 5aisa" i said while scrubbing it into my skin.

"imbayin 3alaich ma t3arfeen a thing about motors and oil so there's no point in telling you. let's not waste both my time and yours." he said and quickly shut the door.

:0

excuse me?

whats that supposed to mean....is he calling me stupid?

wain oboy
how could he be missing this!?

suddenly both of the car doors in front opened they both sat down. and non of them buckled their seatbelts. 6ab3an, men... and there thick skulls

"ha faisal shlonik ma3a ilsiba8 illy yay?" my dad asked as we got on the road.

9ara7atan? i didnt really care about his races.

i zoned out and fell asleep on the side of the car door behind faisal, cuz i didnt really want to see his face when i woke up.
..
(half an hour later)

 someone oped the door i was leaning on chan a6ee7 3ala bara

"wah!!" i squeeled as i fell out the car door.

someone caught me by the arm. i looked up and saw fasial. my dad was standing behind him. (so much for not waking up to his face)

they took one look at my face and burst out laughing

"shfeekom?! shilly itha7ik? i could have had a concussion, ri7moony. i'm not a guy! a7iskom tinson ana bnaya!!!!" i said, both of them laughed harder

"layano, bas in6africh shway" my dad said and took my hand.faisal walked next to my dad.

we were at starbucks jam3iya. we went in and sat down. my dad got me to order everything and i came back to them with a tray. 3 coffees and a cheesecake.

fasial and my dad sat in two couch chairs next to eachother i sat infront of them

"akeed intow ga3d tis2loon nafskom ana laish yayibkom hnee ma3a ba3ath ilyom." my dad said and looked at both me and faisal.

we just looked at him. oboy laf 3alay

"layan ana fee mara safart o 3amich sa3ad ma yalich?" he asked me

"la2 dayman ichayik 3alay" i replied. chan ilif 3ala faisal.

"fee mara obook safar o ana ma yayt ashoofik?" he asked faisal

"la2 inta dayman tyeeli 3amy" he said. his voice was smooth and low. they smiled at eachother. is there some inside thing with these two?
"inzain hatha so2al muwajah 7ag thnainkom. fee mara ana o sa3ad safarna ma3a ba3ath faj2a o 5alaynakom 7ag moda 6iweela?" he asked. faisal and i just stared

"la2" we both said simultaneously i looked at faisal, he caught my eye and then looked back at my dad.

"3adatan laman insafir wiya ba3ath na5thik ma3ana, aw layan itkoon bait yadatha wiya omha aw ib camp. bas ilthoroof ta'3ayarat shway. omha killa bil dawam o ib ay la7tha mumkin itroo7 business trip. o yadatha imsafra. fa hal mara intaw bitkoonoon ma3a ba3ath. faisal o intay o zaiood, ma tsawoon shay illa laman ilthany yadree." he said.

both faisal and i looked shocked

we both started shouting at the same time

"bas laish bitroo7oon?" i said as faisal said " oboy laish ma galy?"

baba sakatna

" a7na ray7een 3alashan fee sharika in3ijabna feeha fa binroo7 inshof itha nigdar na5ithha, a7na kinna nabeeha min zuman. o 3ala 6ary laish.." he said as he looked at me
"a7na manadry mita binrid, bin6awil.. " he said and looked at his coffee.

i was shocked

faisal looked just as shocked as me

"bas baba ana 3indy my charity runs and i signed up for the have a heart foundation, i signed up 7ag alot of stuff to help promote cancer!-" i said bas he cut me off

"ana ma giltlich latroo7een, ana bas ga3d agool inich it5abreen faisal o inna yishof ilawtha3.yeelich cham mara o ichayik 3alaich " he said

faisal started at this. finally some of his mean side is showing.

"3amy ana 3indy siba8 o motorcross, o ana dayman bil garage-" he said

my dad cut HIM off too. hahahaa priceless. not so tough now faisal ha???

"ana agool bas cham mara itroo7 itchayik 3alayha. o a9lan layan ra7 tiyee itshaj3ik ib your races. inta mo lazim ithid motorcross bil3aks wala bit7is inna ri7na, 7ayatik mara7 tit'3ayar"
!!!!!!!
NA3AM?!!! ana aroo7 his races???? i have to go back to that place?
!!!!!!!
"baba do i have to go to motorcross races?" i asked in a quiet shocked voice.

suddeny both sets of eyes turned to look at me.

 faisal looked pissed and my dad gave me the shut up look.
"bitroo7een every single one of them. 3amich sa3ad ma ga9ar ma3ach he came to every single one of your fundraising events" he said to me

 i did feel a little ashamed of myself but it was still unfair....

 bas its true 3ami sa3ad came to every single one of them even when my dad was around. he never missed a single one

oboy laf 3ala faisal

"o kil ma 9ar 3indik siba8 ana yait. wala mara ma yait. 7ata laman ma titsabag azourik bil garage" he said to faisal. and faisal also looked guiltily at the ground.

wow

my dad sure did have a way of making people feel guilty.

"abeekom to3idooni inkom itsawoon illy wa9aitkom 3alaih" he said and looked at both of us.

"i promise" faisal said first.ï looked at him surprised to see that he was giving me the i hate you and you ruined my life look. my dad looked at me expectantly

"i promise" i said

what have i gotten myself into?