W the length of the post? 6awalta ^.^
Dakhal w sat bil9ala
Mama:"yallah 7abeebti gomay shofay raylich 7achi yemkin y6ee7 ilshaar ili bainkum"
One way or another I had to talk to him at some point, dakhalt il9aala he stood up as a greet.
Me:"hala..shbaghait Aziz?"
I sat down jbala
Aziz:"adhin w9alach il 7achi...intay radhya?"
Me:"laish tis2alni, inta radhi?"
Aziz:"La2."
His "la2" explained so much, how he didn't want this also.
Me:"3ayal laish ilsu2al Ana shli bil mawdhou3, tabi Dana rou7 ma7ad gadhbik rayal w kilmitik beedik"
The whole conversation went on barley with any eye contact from either of us, it hurted that much; the fact that a perfect relationship had gone downhill.
Aziz:"3al 3umom ana yay at2asaf itha shiftay mini youm shay mu zain w abashrich inshallah bamlich 3ala Dana Hal Monday"
He started at my face long enough trying to see what my reaction was, I noticed.
He got up and headed to the door, tawa byi6la3..
Me:"allah ywafigkum bas 6aligni."
He smiled and walked off.
Bamout min il7ara. Every. Single.step. I've been trying to act cold, I can't anymore itha ilwa9'3 is getting serious, it's time for me ina ajabil my studies and him to deal with his shit.
I cried for hours 3ugub ma he left. My tiers dried out, I relized how stupid everything happening was. How both of us should grow wiser and get on communicating about both our wants and needs, laish y9eer chithi yarabi.
6ala3t telephoni w gilt I'll text him; tell him how stupid everything is and we should travel to dubai or Bahrain for a weekend chill w figure out kilshay calmly.
I smiled at his "online" statues lama fita7t il whats app, I love him to bits I can't deny that - phases come and go, "texting..." I waited,
"Bacher wrigtich 3indich...intay 6alig"
7a6ait il phone on the bed and I started screaming into my pillow like never before.
Mama dkhalat,
Mama:"mama Haya shfeech..."
Me:"mama 6alagniiii mayabeeni mama may7ibni yabi Dana mama a7iba"
I was weeping on her shoulder as she hugged me tight, her shirt was probably dripping wet 3ugub ma I calmed down shway.
Rifa3t rou7i w ga3at on my bed, I looked into my mother's eyes 3younha kanat clocking trying to figure out the right thing to say. Nothing. Maku shay yingaal. I felt sorry for her more than it felt sorry for myself.
*AFTER 5 MONTHS*
7awalt I focus on my new start and university, I went to morning classes, weekend's with the girls, shalaih and what not...
I had breakdowns every once in a while.
Adri my family felt sorry for me w kint kasra kha6irhum. I wasn't allowed to tell anybody about my divorce unless they asked, it was a rule that no one spoke bas I knew min 7achi baba.
Mama safiratni Spain wiya my cousins it took my mind off bas not for long he was always at the back of my mind.
My phone rang it was Hessa-
Hessa:"hayon binsawi ana w Yousif yam3a bilshalaih this weekend, baghait as2ilich maykhalif Yousif y3azim Aziz 9a7? Y3ni your over it mu?"
Me:"ee ba3adrou7i Hessa 3adi...asasan Ana mashghoula this weekend"
Hessa:"Haya 3an il 7arakat hathi...btiyeen,itha matabeen Aziz golay."
Me:"khala9 bayiy :)"
The weekend came along -
Kilyoum at'thakar ini bashoof Aziz I would feel my pulse quickening. Bas khal9na min this topic he's married now I should get over it.
9aar youm il yam3a, I went to the saloon with Fajer w baji il banat sawait sha3ri a high ponytail and wore a white dress complimenting my summer tan skin-
Wi9alt with the girls, people rather standing around with fanayil gahwa in their hands than sitting, chairs were filled although tables were all over the place. Luckly a table finally fudhat ilbanat quickly g3adaw w ga3adt wiyahum.
I was physically there bas bali mu ma3ay...
Inkatat coffee on my dress w gimt quickly headed to the toilets to clear it off, il toilets were away min 9ai7at il naas no one was around
I stood for a while looking at the mirror after I cleared the coffee, I heard a knock on the door...
Me:"Kani al7een ba6la3..."
It was Aziz...
Woooooww ya ma7la il9idaf :) :) now? Really? lazim a9adfa ya3ni?!
Me:"oh hala sorry..." I walked off quickly avoiding any eye contact, my stomach was in knots 7asait b doukha
Aziz:"wain wain yuba...shlounich?"
God, his smile.
I turned around and stepped closer...
Me:"Zaina...madri Aziz ma chathib 3alaik madri shlouni"
Aziz:"emshay nig3ad bara iz3aj dakhil"
Me:"w Dana?"
Aziz:"shfeeha Dana? OHhhh..min galich tizawajt? Tiwaqa3tich daraitay min Hessa"
Me:"9arli fatra mashghoula 3an Hessa 3ugub zawajha, Aziz wallah matizawajt?..."
