"she must never know & you must never tell her. because, my son, sometimes ignorance is bliss."
poisonous words - 3ami
layan:
i was groggy by the time i woke up. heavy on pain meds. yet i still felt the pain, a bone chilling pain in my shoulder.
i opened my eyes to see a tableaux.
the person sitting on my bed to the right surprisingly was fahad, and to the left was my dad, and me in between them.
reem was fast asleep with baby bro on the black sofa.
though the two men in my presence assumed comfortable positions, they were too frozen, too stiff.
and then i saw him
faisal was like a statue, the only indication that he was human was the steady rise and fall of his chest. his eyes were void of emotion, no good emotions, no love, no happiness.
my dad looked tired, circles under his eyes, he looked miserable.
fahad and my dad both were the last people i expected to be holding my hands but they both were.
and as i looked up questioningly at fahad i saw his expression and his face.
he had chapped lips and a crazy look in his eyes. was that wonder? what was he wondering? how i stayed alive? i bet he blames himself. poor farad, he was always so hard on himself.
fahad was the one to break the silence.
fahad:" hey layan, you with us?" he offered me a small smile and squeezed my hand
me:" you bet"
i turned to my dad with dread....... but ill play it light. chinny ma sawait shay ghala6.
me:" hey baba i thought you had a business thing going on or something elsewhere?"
dad:" about that, i have made a decision based on everything thats been happening lately...its my fault that this happened and i can't protect you while I'm out of the country so i thought about the one person i could trust with your life, and the one person i would want you to live with and be watched over for now until next year .. and whats best for you is to move in with faisal. since i found out all about his secret marriage deal. "
i almost choked on my saliva
faisal:" 3ami-" faisal said quietly. he looked shocked. at least some emotion in his eyes
baba: " well i must admit, it was quite a good plan, ill give you credit fir that" he laughed
i fainted
i can't face faisal
i can't live with him
it hurts too much,
i don't want to touch him
i want to hit him instead, and then patch him back up.
the warring emotions. i love and hate him so very very much
baba:" faisal, dont argue with me, when my first born is old enough to take responsibility the company will be passed back, its just for the time being"
fahad gave my dad an odd look.
faisal was outraged.
i drifted
i awoke in a strange room
with a letter on my bedside
from faisal
downstairs, five thirty
- faisal
i cried a bit, just to get it out of my system.
--------------
i got up and realised i was in a huge bed in a large white and pastel yellow room. my clothes were here but i was still in my scrubs.
meaning my butt showed..... this is so not how i expected confronting faisal.
i got up and felt my body was sore
my right shoulder was killing me
and i felt an acute pain on my back.
when i took off my scrubs i discovered that there was white bandaging on my back and my shoulder was being restricted.
i changed into a really long nightshirt with baggy sweats,
my hair grew out and was less wild then usual.
my eyes looked tired
i wore my black slippers and slowly walked down the wraparound staircase that mirrored another staircase. black wood with red carpeting. so beastly, so faisal
i remember this room i thought as i got to the bottom of the stairs, this is the room i fainted in during his mothers funeral..... oh faisal....
: " 7IMDILLA 3ALA ILSAMA! YAH YAH YAH!"
I heard someone yell behind me i swivelled around to see three gorgeous guys.
they go by the names a7med , fahad, and faisal.
they couldn't be more different if they tried.
the one who spoke was obviously ahmed and he was already walking towards me with blatant enthusiasm. fahad had a mild smile and he was sitting on an armchair. he broke out a grin as soon as my eyes met his and faisal...
faisal was leaning on the door, there was a table between us, and he just met my gaze steadily.
me:" allah yisalmik a7medo thanks for asking, shyaybik hnee?" i asked trying to fake happiness
a7med:" nas igoloon shukran a7med, ya ba5atna feek a7med, will you marry me a7med, mo shyaybik" but he smiled anyways.
no one laughed at that...... seeing as my husband my secret husband, son of the devil was in present company
a7med looked concerned, skeptical, & nervous
fahad broke the silence.
fahad:" 7imdilla 3ala salamtich" he said a little too formally
i smiled
me:" allah yisalmik bro"
his face paled and he winced.
what the fuck was that?
why is everyone acting so weird
me:" fahad? fee shay ghala6?"
he just smiled to himself and stood up quietly,
fahad:" la mako illa il3afya, ana 3indy maw3id bas yayt at6aman 3alaich, bye layan"
and he left
a7med:" welllll, now that mr. awkwards out of the way how bout we order some maki!!!!"
he shouted enthusiastically and jumped up
me:" i can't believe you two are related" i said out loud before i could stop myself
a7med smiled
faisal was still a statue
a7med:" wellll ill go make the order yalla ana bilghorfa ilthanya"
he skipped off and i looked at faisal
me:" so, are you gonna tell me what happened?"
he turned to me
eyes like fire
faisal:" you." he clipped angrily , " will. not. speak."
i froze in fear and shock and surprise.
he took a deeeeeep breath.
faisal held out a finger and his face was calm and his voice was too when he spoke: " 6, sit ashhur o tiftakain miny, bas ni6ray"
my face paled and i stalked towards him
me:" just a reminder faisal, mo ana illy tzawajtik, int ill tzawajtny, ana ma gilt shay, o ba3dain ana ma 3indy moshkila with waiting for six months, your the one who looks like he has a problem with it"
i took the last two steps that separated us and came face to face or in this case face to chest with faisal.
me:" o a5er shay bagoola, what part of all of this was a white lie? good luck with the six months faisal" i said and smiled.
he looked down at me with granite eyes with a hint of amusement
faisal:" so you finally hate me"
me:" you've got what you wanted" i said
faisal walked past me to the door his back to me as he said
faisal:" no layan, i never wanted you to hate anyone, least of all me. "
' ~ '
we both walked out to find a smug a7med with his arms crossed and his foot tapping.
a7med:" la tgooloon inny malgoof bas sima3t kilshay and you guys sounded like you were in a teen drama"
faisal ignored him but i smiled
thats when my phone rang with justin bieber's take you as my ringtone
a7med:" AWKWAAAAARD" ahmed joked.
a7med insisted on watching a movie , he put one in and we sat. we were watching frozen......a7meds choice. he thought he found himself in the snow man.
i couldn't disagree.
faisal just sat there jaw locked.
chan a7med yis2al ;" so faisal you only have one room and you guys are technically married now so were are you guys gonna sleep?"
faisal didn't even look at him when he said " mo shighlik"
poisonous words - 3ami
layan:
i was groggy by the time i woke up. heavy on pain meds. yet i still felt the pain, a bone chilling pain in my shoulder.
i opened my eyes to see a tableaux.
the person sitting on my bed to the right surprisingly was fahad, and to the left was my dad, and me in between them.
reem was fast asleep with baby bro on the black sofa.
though the two men in my presence assumed comfortable positions, they were too frozen, too stiff.
and then i saw him
faisal was like a statue, the only indication that he was human was the steady rise and fall of his chest. his eyes were void of emotion, no good emotions, no love, no happiness.
my dad looked tired, circles under his eyes, he looked miserable.
fahad and my dad both were the last people i expected to be holding my hands but they both were.
and as i looked up questioningly at fahad i saw his expression and his face.
he had chapped lips and a crazy look in his eyes. was that wonder? what was he wondering? how i stayed alive? i bet he blames himself. poor farad, he was always so hard on himself.
fahad was the one to break the silence.
fahad:" hey layan, you with us?" he offered me a small smile and squeezed my hand
me:" you bet"
i turned to my dad with dread....... but ill play it light. chinny ma sawait shay ghala6.
me:" hey baba i thought you had a business thing going on or something elsewhere?"
dad:" about that, i have made a decision based on everything thats been happening lately...its my fault that this happened and i can't protect you while I'm out of the country so i thought about the one person i could trust with your life, and the one person i would want you to live with and be watched over for now until next year .. and whats best for you is to move in with faisal. since i found out all about his secret marriage deal. "
i almost choked on my saliva
faisal:" 3ami-" faisal said quietly. he looked shocked. at least some emotion in his eyes
baba: " well i must admit, it was quite a good plan, ill give you credit fir that" he laughed
i fainted
i can't face faisal
i can't live with him
it hurts too much,
i don't want to touch him
i want to hit him instead, and then patch him back up.
the warring emotions. i love and hate him so very very much
baba:" faisal, dont argue with me, when my first born is old enough to take responsibility the company will be passed back, its just for the time being"
fahad gave my dad an odd look.
faisal was outraged.
i drifted
i awoke in a strange room
with a letter on my bedside
from faisal
downstairs, five thirty
- faisal
i cried a bit, just to get it out of my system.
--------------
i got up and realised i was in a huge bed in a large white and pastel yellow room. my clothes were here but i was still in my scrubs.
meaning my butt showed..... this is so not how i expected confronting faisal.
i got up and felt my body was sore
my right shoulder was killing me
and i felt an acute pain on my back.
when i took off my scrubs i discovered that there was white bandaging on my back and my shoulder was being restricted.
i changed into a really long nightshirt with baggy sweats,
my hair grew out and was less wild then usual.
my eyes looked tired
i wore my black slippers and slowly walked down the wraparound staircase that mirrored another staircase. black wood with red carpeting. so beastly, so faisal
i remember this room i thought as i got to the bottom of the stairs, this is the room i fainted in during his mothers funeral..... oh faisal....
: " 7IMDILLA 3ALA ILSAMA! YAH YAH YAH!"
I heard someone yell behind me i swivelled around to see three gorgeous guys.
they go by the names a7med , fahad, and faisal.
they couldn't be more different if they tried.
the one who spoke was obviously ahmed and he was already walking towards me with blatant enthusiasm. fahad had a mild smile and he was sitting on an armchair. he broke out a grin as soon as my eyes met his and faisal...
faisal was leaning on the door, there was a table between us, and he just met my gaze steadily.
me:" allah yisalmik a7medo thanks for asking, shyaybik hnee?" i asked trying to fake happiness
a7med:" nas igoloon shukran a7med, ya ba5atna feek a7med, will you marry me a7med, mo shyaybik" but he smiled anyways.
no one laughed at that...... seeing as my husband my secret husband, son of the devil was in present company
a7med looked concerned, skeptical, & nervous
fahad broke the silence.
fahad:" 7imdilla 3ala salamtich" he said a little too formally
i smiled
me:" allah yisalmik bro"
his face paled and he winced.
what the fuck was that?
why is everyone acting so weird
me:" fahad? fee shay ghala6?"
he just smiled to himself and stood up quietly,
fahad:" la mako illa il3afya, ana 3indy maw3id bas yayt at6aman 3alaich, bye layan"
and he left
a7med:" welllll, now that mr. awkwards out of the way how bout we order some maki!!!!"
he shouted enthusiastically and jumped up
me:" i can't believe you two are related" i said out loud before i could stop myself
a7med smiled
faisal was still a statue
a7med:" wellll ill go make the order yalla ana bilghorfa ilthanya"
he skipped off and i looked at faisal
me:" so, are you gonna tell me what happened?"
he turned to me
eyes like fire
faisal:" you." he clipped angrily , " will. not. speak."
i froze in fear and shock and surprise.
he took a deeeeeep breath.
faisal held out a finger and his face was calm and his voice was too when he spoke: " 6, sit ashhur o tiftakain miny, bas ni6ray"
my face paled and i stalked towards him
me:" just a reminder faisal, mo ana illy tzawajtik, int ill tzawajtny, ana ma gilt shay, o ba3dain ana ma 3indy moshkila with waiting for six months, your the one who looks like he has a problem with it"
i took the last two steps that separated us and came face to face or in this case face to chest with faisal.
me:" o a5er shay bagoola, what part of all of this was a white lie? good luck with the six months faisal" i said and smiled.
he looked down at me with granite eyes with a hint of amusement
faisal:" so you finally hate me"
me:" you've got what you wanted" i said
faisal walked past me to the door his back to me as he said
faisal:" no layan, i never wanted you to hate anyone, least of all me. "
' ~ '
we both walked out to find a smug a7med with his arms crossed and his foot tapping.
a7med:" la tgooloon inny malgoof bas sima3t kilshay and you guys sounded like you were in a teen drama"
faisal ignored him but i smiled
thats when my phone rang with justin bieber's take you as my ringtone
a7med:" AWKWAAAAARD" ahmed joked.
a7med insisted on watching a movie , he put one in and we sat. we were watching frozen......a7meds choice. he thought he found himself in the snow man.
i couldn't disagree.
faisal just sat there jaw locked.
chan a7med yis2al ;" so faisal you only have one room and you guys are technically married now so were are you guys gonna sleep?"
faisal didn't even look at him when he said " mo shighlik"
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