Chapter Four

Faisal: Yaljeekara:p

Eash ared? Why am I thinking too much? Bas walad 5alte Manal y3ne 5eer 3ade o 3ade law fashalt nafse. It's not like 5a6eebe wla shay. 7amdella o el shokr allah yshfene.

Me: na3am ya malek jamal el 3alam? Ya Ryan Gosling? Ya Jon Kortajarena? Ya Adrianna Lima? 

Faisal: LOOOOOL shako a5r wa7da? 

Me: 7lwa, mo?

Faisal: mo.

Me: mo?

Faisal: y3ne mo 7elwa.

Me: la 3ad, 3'areeba.

Faisal: leesh inshalla? :-O 

Me: madre kel a7ad 6aye7 3leeha.

Faisal: entay a7la. 

Wtf? It seems so serious, mafe emoticons wla shay. I don't think he's joking. 

Me: a5af enek gay... o shokran.

Faisal: la t9eeren awkward m3ay, tara amza7, 5ala9 entay 5aysa.

Faisal: 9addoo 9addoo 9aaaddo mn 3'eer ma yadre chakkoo 9ado 9ado 9aaddoo. Lessa jeekara.

Me: 5ara 3leek.

Faisal: leesh ma nmtay? 

Me: jatne kwabees mn wajhek.

Faisal: ee 3ad lawa9eech, fakre feene 6ool el leel haa

Me: ee inshalla, yalla b7awl anam, tbe shay?

Faisal: la bs bokra omich btzoorna, t3ale whaya? Mashb3t kwabees ana.

Why am I smiling? 3'abya 3'abya 3'abya 7mara ana.

Me: enshalla ashoof, te9b7 3ala 5eer.

Faisal: o entay mn ahl el5eer <3 

I locked my phone and spent the night thinking about everything... well, about Faisal shway. I shouldn't be thinking about him, w3. 

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The next day, mama jat gawamtne at 3 PM tgoole albas law baroo7 m3ha 3nd 5alte Manal. I got dressed in some black leggings, blooza was3a and black toms o sunglasses 6ab3an. 3yoone kenha 3yoon "metka7la eb dam 5aynha" o mn hal 7arakat, mo lazm yshoofonha.

Lebast 3bayte o 6ela3na. We9alna o ella omme tamsek 5alte Manal 3ala jamb o yetsaseroon. Shl6aare? bel3aada kel shay 3al 3alane. O ana a5athatne Sara 3'orfat'ha. 

After 10 minutes ketha ella omme tnadeene, 

"Abeer roo7e ente o Sara o Faisal ma63am, was3o 9doorkom." 

Mama mo mn elnoo3 elle marra open minded, y3ne mo kl shay 3ade. 3'areeba tgoole aroo7 ma63am ma3 Faisal? Haw mo men 3wayedha.

"Eee enshalla el 7een agoolhom." I yelled back.

7atta Sara o hee tawha t3rf omme sta3'rebt, 

"3'areeba walla."

"Eee walla, ween Faisal?"

"eb daara tlageena nayem." Sara answered back.

"Ngawma?" 

"La la dgeega, wait here." o she ran back to her room, got something, then came back. A huge red horn.

"YALLA." She said, smiling an evil smile. 

...

"YAAALCHAAAALBAAA YAAAL7MAAARRA! T7AWLEEEN ETMAWTEENE? 5ARA 3ALEECH YA MAL EL5ARA YA 7ASHARA YALGOO6II!!! YALJARADA! YAL-" he turned around. "Umm hala Abeer?" He blushed. 

I couldn't stop laughing, cute when he gets maaaddd. 

"Hala eb a5o eljarada." O I burst out laughing. 

"Chub 3ad ente wyaha, 3a6eetkom wayh. Shtaboon?"

"Bne6l3 ma63am."

"O ana shako y3ni?" 

"Enta btdwadeena."

"La mane mwadekom o a9lan mafe 6al3a." 

Bado ytnagroon o I'm just standing there holding back a laugh. 

"Ella btwadena, yalla elbs."

"Labsene yal7mara yalla."

"Waiii3." 

"Wai3 wahych." 

5alte Manal nadata and told him ena bywadeena.

"Yalla get dressed. 1-0." He said with a defeated smile. We win. 

He got dressed in some jeans o a white shirt o a leather jacket. He looked dreamy and super hot. W3.

We got in the car and drove off. 

We started talking in the car o Sara saaaakta t6al3 her phone. 

"Sara meen tkalmen?" I whispered. 

"Rfeejte." She answered back.

"Leesh sakta 6ayeb?"

"B3deen agoolech." 

I laughed at how sometimes she talks in a kuwaiti accent o sometimes in a saudi accent. Hal bent '6ay3a. 7a6at her earphones o she started listening to some music.

Faisal: agool Abeer?

Me: hala?

Faisal: shfeehom omme o ommech yetsaseroon?

Me: 3elme 3elmek. 

Faisal: 3'areeba walla. 7sbale et3arfeen.

Me: leesh enshalla?

Faisal: madre malgoofa.

Me: yalla bs mnnaak.

Faisal: ee wshloon elderasa? Ella entay cham 3omrich? 

Me: 15, o enta?

Faisal: 18. El 3omr kella yarab.

Me: t7ake nafsek 9a7?

Faisal: ee.

He laughed and I laughed along. I turned around o ashoof sara o tna6'erna o she's smiling kena wraha salfa. Shfeehom el nas el yoom?

Sara eb el seat elle wara o ana o Faisal gdam.

I scooted closer to Faisal and whispered, he shuddered. 

"Bala dala3, ma baklk. Tara Sara shaklha she's in on swaleef omme o ommk." 

"Ay dala3 ya bent el nas? Ye79allech walla takleene. Eee ashoofha shaklha m5abya shay, yban 3aleeha el 7mara." 

"Sara." We both said o turned around 3leeha.

"Goolelna." We spat at her.

She raised her hands kana el shor6a bta8be6' 3aleeha.