-REEM-
we sat down face to face on an empty table.
there were no witnesses unless you count lechmy as a witness.
we sat there and faisal looked at me seriously.
i knew what he was gonna talk about.
"reem abeech twareeni il9ora" he says in curt cold clipped voice. bil yalla 6ala3 il kalam.
"not until i get some sort of explanation" i say to him.
he huffs out his breathe.
"wareeni il 9ora wagolich" he said.
i looked at him. he looked at me in the eye.
and i trusted him.
just like how i trusted him to keep the secret about me liking fahad to himself.
i didnt know he would keep it, and i still dont know, bas i trust him
i must be crazy, or loosing my mind
"deal" i said.
he seemed to physically relax.
ï showed him the picture.
his eyes gre grim. he looked a litlle sad. his mouth went into one straight line.
then faisal gave me the phone.
he was looking at me. but i knew he wasnt here, it was like he was a world away.
"you know whats going on, tell me" i said.
he seemed to come back
"how could you belive for one second that i was just gonna tell you?? arent you smart enough to realize that im the last person who will ever tell the truth. what made you think i would tell you" he said.
"ïf your the same guy that didnt tell anyone about my feelings for fahad, and the same guy 3amy m7mad trusted with his daughter, than you would tell me" i said back
he looked at me and smirked
"touche, i didnt know you fought back. o shdarach inna i didnt tell anyone about your 'feelings' as you put them" he said.
a7is he thought love was a virus
"because layan would have told me if you said a word to her about it which you did't, so just tell me ana a7taj atkalam ma3a a7id 3an hal mawthoo3. o allah yabik 7agy la2nik adra ib hal mawthoo3" i said.
"awal shay gooleeli minu illy dazlich il9ora" he said.
i told him everything that happened today.
"ee 3araftha the girl with the elevator eyes, it7ib wa7id biljam3a in3arfa 3adil. " he said.
i almost laughed 3ala the elevator eyes...... i cant believe she checked faisal out.... araf.
not that hes not cute, bas this guy has a radar, hes a girl repelent, min i39aba.
"ilmohim, you want to know, we had a deal, so ill tell you" he said.
WA2A5EERAN!!! victory is mine!!
"fahads dad left him when we were in boarding school ib elementary ib america.... it hurt him, alot. bas he got through it." faisal looked uncomfortable for a moment. but he was far far away.
"in sophomore year his dad re-appeared in his life and told him he was taking him back to kuwait. this got him to lose his control. radat fi3la kanat 8awiya, ma gidar yit7amal illy kan ga3d i9eer. fa fahad gilab o he went wild. he ran away, bas i tracked him down, we fixed it . " when he said we fixed, his face looked pained.
"and we came back." he said. and it felt like he finally came back to the table.
"wi9ilat lidaraja inna hes partying with girls and drinking??? was he an alchoholic" i said.
"it was a harsh time for him, im not saying it was right, im just saying he wasnt in control, bas yes he did drink, but he wasnt an alchoholic" he said.
then he looked me in the eye. for what felt like the first time since the flashback
"i trust inna hal kalam ma yo9al a7ad, 7atan layan" he said.
"laish mu layan, shes my best--" i said, but he cut me off
"5a9atan layan"
he stood up and walked away.
i walked toward the car and called layan.
we sat down face to face on an empty table.
there were no witnesses unless you count lechmy as a witness.
we sat there and faisal looked at me seriously.
i knew what he was gonna talk about.
"reem abeech twareeni il9ora" he says in curt cold clipped voice. bil yalla 6ala3 il kalam.
"not until i get some sort of explanation" i say to him.
he huffs out his breathe.
"wareeni il 9ora wagolich" he said.
i looked at him. he looked at me in the eye.
and i trusted him.
just like how i trusted him to keep the secret about me liking fahad to himself.
i didnt know he would keep it, and i still dont know, bas i trust him
i must be crazy, or loosing my mind
"deal" i said.
he seemed to physically relax.
ï showed him the picture.
his eyes gre grim. he looked a litlle sad. his mouth went into one straight line.
then faisal gave me the phone.
he was looking at me. but i knew he wasnt here, it was like he was a world away.
"you know whats going on, tell me" i said.
he seemed to come back
"how could you belive for one second that i was just gonna tell you?? arent you smart enough to realize that im the last person who will ever tell the truth. what made you think i would tell you" he said.
"ïf your the same guy that didnt tell anyone about my feelings for fahad, and the same guy 3amy m7mad trusted with his daughter, than you would tell me" i said back
he looked at me and smirked
"touche, i didnt know you fought back. o shdarach inna i didnt tell anyone about your 'feelings' as you put them" he said.
a7is he thought love was a virus
"because layan would have told me if you said a word to her about it which you did't, so just tell me ana a7taj atkalam ma3a a7id 3an hal mawthoo3. o allah yabik 7agy la2nik adra ib hal mawthoo3" i said.
"awal shay gooleeli minu illy dazlich il9ora" he said.
i told him everything that happened today.
"ee 3araftha the girl with the elevator eyes, it7ib wa7id biljam3a in3arfa 3adil. " he said.
i almost laughed 3ala the elevator eyes...... i cant believe she checked faisal out.... araf.
not that hes not cute, bas this guy has a radar, hes a girl repelent, min i39aba.
"ilmohim, you want to know, we had a deal, so ill tell you" he said.
WA2A5EERAN!!! victory is mine!!
"fahads dad left him when we were in boarding school ib elementary ib america.... it hurt him, alot. bas he got through it." faisal looked uncomfortable for a moment. but he was far far away.
"in sophomore year his dad re-appeared in his life and told him he was taking him back to kuwait. this got him to lose his control. radat fi3la kanat 8awiya, ma gidar yit7amal illy kan ga3d i9eer. fa fahad gilab o he went wild. he ran away, bas i tracked him down, we fixed it . " when he said we fixed, his face looked pained.
"and we came back." he said. and it felt like he finally came back to the table.
"wi9ilat lidaraja inna hes partying with girls and drinking??? was he an alchoholic" i said.
"it was a harsh time for him, im not saying it was right, im just saying he wasnt in control, bas yes he did drink, but he wasnt an alchoholic" he said.
then he looked me in the eye. for what felt like the first time since the flashback
"i trust inna hal kalam ma yo9al a7ad, 7atan layan" he said.
"laish mu layan, shes my best--" i said, but he cut me off
"5a9atan layan"
he stood up and walked away.
i walked toward the car and called layan.
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