Blind Love 31

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Haya nocked the door

“dishay yuba”

She walked in completely silent not looking anyone in the eye..

“3abalich ana mistanis ashoofich chithy?” she remained quiet

“shoofeenee Hind”

She looked up with tears trapped in her eyes..

“3abalich illy ga3d aswee mu ibma9la7tich?”

“ana mabee atzawaj!”

“latrf3een 9ootich 3alay!”

She silenced herself…

“ilwalad 5osh wa7d…oo a3rf obo win3m feee…rifiji min thalatheen sina”

“oo l2na rifeejik bi3tnee!?”

“HIND!”

“yuba mabee! Laish ana?! Ma7ad ‘39bta ibshay! Laish ana? *crying*”

“mayinfa3 ma3ach il7achee…ana il’3al6an inny yibtich hnee 3ashan a7acheech”

“alla e5aleek mabee atzwaj…mabee*crying*”

“il3rs ba3ad shahar…milchatkom 3goob sbo3ain”

The way she looked at her father was a look he’ll never forget…

Hind was his favorite and he feared for her more than usual…that fear is forcing him to do
what he’s doing…to make sure that if he parts this life his daughter was in good hands…
specially since he’s been having medical issues no one knows about except his wife…

She left the room without looking back at him…he let out a loud sigh rubbing his forehead…
………………………………………….

Back in the (UK):

Jinan:

Days passed and not one single day has gone without me seeing him in the morning…the girls haven’t sent me any msgs in a long time and it’s really weird I just got one msg when I arrived in London asking about my grandma and how I was and the other was when grandma woke up…but it just was silent after that…

I wore my skinny dark jeans and a grey t-shirt grabbed a hoodie just in case and left to get the morning coffee from the nearby star bucks…my hair was down and there was this beautiful breeze all around me…it just made this morning so beautiful…

I had 37 msgs and 16 missed calls from stalker creep…I don’t have the energy to check them… but anyone else I’d check and see… a few days back I checked a couple and they were all angry and possessive…demanding to know where I was…what I’m up to…and why the hell I just disappeared…I mean what the hell am I suppose to do?

I sat in star bucks with my coffee and the newspaper…talked to Steve who works in star bucks…he’s an American studying in London and working part time to pay the bills...

“so coffee as usual I see…”

“*laughing* gotta keep up with the day”

“*laughing* yeah gotta keep up…so..you got plans for tonight?”

Hold on! Breaks…saaay whaaaaaaat?? Okay is it just me or is it like a pick up line? Right? Right??

“hmm??”

“tonight? You busy?”

“yes” I lied…what am I suppose to say?!

“ohh too bad”

“yeah” I nodded…

“I better get going”

“oh okay have a good day”

“u too…”

I walked out with my coffee and i held my phone in my hand and just kept looking at that
number…

37!! 37! I mean this guy is not giving up!

I walked into the hospital and went straight to 3amee Fahad’s room (the old sweet funny man)…

Knock knock…

No answer…

Knock knock…


No answer…

I decided to head to grandma and then come back to his room…

I entered and sat with grandma for a while…she was having an off day…the nurses complained that she wasn’t cooperating with them and I just sat there listening as they kept trying to make grandma listen and my mom has a huge headache…the whole room was sucking out all its energy I couldn’t sit there and I told the nurses for us to take grandma out just for the day…get some fresh air…

My mom was overprotective and worried about the idea…it’s been weeks and grandma is fine!
I see the frustration she’s in! She needs to leave… grandma nodded her head at me…she wants it too so I’m going to take her out…

“we’ll have a nurse escort you ladies it’s better”

Mom agreed and so they were getting ready…I quickly got out of the room and headed down to 3amee Fahad’s room…I knocked and waited

Nothing….

“3amee??” I walked in… this isn’t like him…

As soon as I opened the door a familiar silhouette was on one of the chairs facing the ground…he looked up at me…I think I lost all my senses right then and there…














































NO WAY!











I stood there frozen as his eyes were on mine…dear lord I look horrible…he had a surprised look on that breathtaking face of his….guess he remembers me…


What the hell is he doing here a9lan?!! I quickly looked back and checked that I entered the right room…yup this is the Room

He looked tired this time…dark bags under his eyes...his looks slowly changed from a surprised look to a confused look to an angry frustrated look….

I have no idea what the hell his problem is…

“Halaa yubaa nawartay ilmukaan…” I turned around as 3amee Fahad walked into the room…

“hala 3amee imnawr ibahalhaa…”

“mashiftich il9b7...”

“marait bas mardait 3alay fa gilt ayeelk ba3ad shway”

“zain itsaweeen…mga3deenee min fayer allaa ma3indhom salfa!*laughing* agoolhom roo7aw namaw mithl ilawadm bas ma minhom fayda…” I laughed he’s so hilarious lama he gets excited…

I felt a little tensed since I knew the gorgeous stranger was behind me and I just didn’t feel as comfortable since I was facing 3amee fahad giving him my back…

“yalaa 3ayal a5aleekom”

“laa wain ray7a tawich mamidach tig3deen…mintay ‘3areeba hatha 7afeedee Sager…a’3laa wa7d 3indy”

HIS GRANDSON?!!! WHAT?! The gorgeous nice guy is his grandson?…my heart skipped a few beats….ilkuwait 9'3eera :S

“shd3wa yuba…gilnaa it7bnee bas a’3la wa7d? wain ilbachee 5al yism3oonik” he teased…I still
didn’t dare turn around..

“haa bdaina Sagoor?? Itshaysh bainee oo bain i3yaalee? Hatha wint il’3aleee”

He laughed…it was so…different…beautiful different…sweet different…it just got to me.

“Jinan gi3day shwaya 3an 5a6r yadeee *turning to face Sager*…ana masheee”

That’s weird…I don’t remember telling him my name…

His voice I swear it’s familiar…it’s like I know him!...

“sh6aree 3alaikom kil wa7d ibyamshee wey5aleenee?”

“hahahaha *kissing his forhead* 9ayr maleeq hal ayam shinswee? Magdar ag3ad oo ast7ml
*smirk*”

“ayal ******…anaa ilmaleeeq? Hatha wana illy im3almik ilnkat”

“adreeee wallaa adreee…a5af ilkbr e2thr 3al wa7d”

“ yaaaaalaaaaaaa roooooooo7 *laughing*”

He walked out laughing…I was there stunned really…I mean…they were kidding? That’s their
type of joke?...i had a faint smile…they looked adorable…

3amee Fahad walked away to sit on the chair…

I still didn’t ask what was wrong…or the reason he was here…but I’m pretty sure he’s the
patient and not the vistor…

“shfeeech yuba?”

“hala?”

“shaklich mahmooma?”

“laaa…ahh”

“golay ana 7esbat oboch”

“laa walaa…bas ilyoom inshala ba6la3 weya yadity in’3yr jaw ishwaya”

“zain itswon”

“eee…”

“ha yuba?”

“laaa *laughing*” he sensed my uneasiness and changed the topic

He went on and on about the big red haired nurse that he’s pretty sure has a thing for him…
I couldn’t stop laughing…

He told me he knows a girl who’s into him when he sees one and she’s so in love with his undeniable charms… I swear if I could fall for anyone it would be him…

“ashoofhaa whya i6al3nee min 6araf 3ainhaa…shm3nataa bala?...akeed shinswee kil hal ml7 wiljamal mino yista’3nee 3ana” I kept cracking up I needed air min kithr ma I was laughing…

“laa oo tyeey 3indy oo tamsk eedee *hold my hand as if taking my pulse* oo imsawya roo7ha itchayk 3alay…agoolich ana fahm il7areeeem”

“hathee mu haynaa *laughing*”

“agoolich ba’3yatneee”

I laughed…

“i7mmm….ilkil ba’3yeeek mu chithy?” his grandfather laughed as I turned around to look at
him…there was this weird look in his eye…

“yalaa 3ayal ma3asalma”

“wain ray7a?” he asked…the way he said made me feel like I was entitled to him…as if he had
the right to know…just a feeling…

He saw the way my eye brows slightly creased…

“baroo7 3ind yadity….tamernee 3ala shay ?” I looked at 3amee Fahad

“salamtich yuba bas magi3dtay”

“inshala bitshoofnee bacher” I smiled

He smiled “inshala…3ad latinsain illy imwa9eech 3alaih *wink*”

“laaaaa laaaaa shino imwa9eeha?”

“int malik sh’3ool *winking at me*” I giggled and left the room…
……………………………………………………..

Back in Kuwait:

Hind was in her room, lying in bed, facing her ceiling hoping she would just wake up from this nightmare she’s in…

Hind:

Being forcefully married to a stranger without the slightest interest in what I want…never
thought that’ll happen…

I tried to breathe…to see what it is that they want from this…

I’m not a hopeless case…I don’t want to get married…I don’t feel up to it.

Being someone’s wife! Someone’s caretaker…

I got off my bed and paced in my room…I felt like passing out…

I headed into my bathroom again and took a shower…

Why is he doing this!?!!

Sure my sisters are married and all…but they agreed on it…they had a say in it!

This is MY life!! MY future!!!

Oh god! This guy…he’ll be the father of my children…My Future is forever linked with his!

I’m NOT ready! God I feel like my lungs are caving in on me…

I never did anything to deserve this treatment from dad…

………………………………………….

That Friday night…

Lulu was asleep and Joury was in the guest room…

9ali7 went over to lulu’s and woke her up…

“Lulu??...lwailo?..”

“hmmm?”

“yalaa goomaay”

“hmm?”

“goomay bawadeech mukan”

“bser3a mar ilwagt *sleepy*”

“*chuckle* ilsa3a 2”

“2?!! 9ali7 abee anaam”

“yalaa 3ad goomay bawdeech mukan”

“lazem?”

“afaaaa lulu afaaaa”

“5ala9 gimt gimt” she got out of bed as his smile spread across his face

“shalbs?…you pick I’m going to the bathroom…9ali7 please abee shay 7ilo”

“inshalaa min 3yoonee”

“*laughing* yal 3ayar” he laughed as she got ready…

He helped her towards his car…

“9ali7?”

“hala?”

“wain binroo7?”

“ma3laich”

“yala 3ad *sad tone*”

“you’ll se..find out soon inshala” he quickly corrected…he looked over to make sure she was

fine…and she was.

40 mints later….

He got to their target and parked the car…

“7imdela 3ala salama”

“alla isalmik…9ali7? Il7een will I know?”

“no”

“*sigh and shaking her head*”

He chuckled as he opened her door and held her hand and walked her to the stables…

“it smells really bad”

“*chuckles* get used to it”

He walked in with her…and she heard the puffing sounds of horses..

“Horses?!!! 9ali7!?!!!! Oh my god! Please tell me it’s horses”
























“it’s horses*chuckle*









Her heart beat quickened…she knew that voice anywhere…


“halaaaa *greeting 9ali7* nawrtaw ilmukan”

“imnawr bhalhaa”

“*god I hope what 9ali7 picked out for me looks good* hala”

“9ali7 gayleee it7been il79n”

“*blushing*shwaya”

“shwaya? *teasing* 3ayara *nudge*”

“*laughing* ee shwaya!”

“ta3law awreekom 79anee”

“yalaa…5o ilameer 3bdala wi79ana”

“*sigh ameer*ok*giggle”

They walked towards the last stable where a black Arabian horse was waiting…

“ta3alay”

“3adee?”

“akeed”

“hay mabee i5tee tit3wr ibsbat hal 3mlaq”

“3mlaq?!! *shocked and reluctant*”

“binsba lich ee….bas mu wayed ikbeer”

She hit his shoulders as 9ali7 guided her forward…and 3bdala was holding his horse in place…

“lat5afeen shd3wa”

“kila minik”

“Brrrh *sound of the horse ;S*”

She quickly pulls away

“mara7 isawee shay…tara i7s itha intay 5ayfaa…3a6nee eedich”

He held her hand as shivers shot up her arm to her chest…he carefully placed it on the horses neck and swept it across…

A few mints later

“he’s soft”

“I take good care of him…. tabeen itmash6eena?”

“a5af a3wra”

“*chuckle* la lat7ateen”

He let go of her hand and went to get the horse’s brush

“9ali7...feel him”

“*chuckle* I am”

“good ;P”

3bdala stood behind lulu…she could sense him near her…

“hold this *taking her hand* okay..shway shway...”

A smile was plastered on her face the entire time…

3bdala motioned to 9ali7 to get the riding seat...

9ali7 got the riding seat and placed it on the horse...

"yala rikbay"

"na3am? *smile*"

"nitmasha shwayaa yala *lifting her up with help from 9ali7*"

3bdala got the other 2 horses out and had lulu's strap in his hand as he rode on a brown horse with 9ali7 on the other side of lulu on his own horse...

"he's not going to like shove me off him right?"

"*chuckle* laa he likes you"

"itha tabeen arkab weyach"

"laa 3adee as long as i won't fall off"


They rode their horses for a half hour and headed back...lulu was having the time of her life...

they got back and got the horses in the stables...took off the horse seats and were admiring the horses...

The horse made his usual sounds and she would freak every time which managed to make the
boys laugh at her…

“yalaa mishayna?”

“taw ilnas”

“la2 *sad tone*”

“ana ba’3asl eedee”

“oh?”

“waraa il”

“adree yuba adree mu awal mara ayeek ihnee”

“roo7 zain *chuckle*”

2 mints later

“shisma?”

“it9adgeen mala ism”

“wala?”

“ee wala…ma ya ibalee ism ooo marat ilayam oo mala ism”

“okay 3adee you can still name him”

“shno igtra7atch”

“laa ma3rf I’m just saying it’s not too late”

“*chuckle* afa 3alaich”

They were still brushing his horse..

“ta3alay”

“wain?”

“bas ta3alay *holding her hand*”

He positioned her right in front of his horse...took her hands and made her take in what his
horse looks like…

“3bdala a5af”

“min shino?”

“i3thnee”

“*chuckle* la maysaweeha 7abeeeb”

“*giggle*he’s beautiful”

“*mu kithrich*ee 6al3 3alay”

“*giggling*laa?”

“*chuckle* laa laa bas chithy at’3shmar”

10mints passed…

“yala in’3asel?”

“ee okay”

He helped her towards their bathroom as he talked …

“ha yala ma9arat”

“yalaa yalaa”

“*chuckle* yala”

“zain shiftkom”

“kil yomm itshoofnee”

Lulu smiled…

They headed back home with a grin on her face…

“thanks...”

“inshala 3ad istanastay?”

“eee off!”

“*chuckle* ashwaa”

…………………………………….

The next day…(Sat)

Lulu poured her heart out to Joury about her night out with 9ali7 and the horses and making
3bdala seem like he was just there…still hiding her feelings from the world hoping they would go away…these feelings only end up in heart ache

Joury and lulu got ready for their dinner with 9ali7…

They got dressed…lulu in dark skinny jeans and a flow girly white Gerard Darrel shirt her hair up in a ponytail and a clutch and Joury in her black marc Jacobs dress, a scarf and her skin tone heels and Gucci bag…they looked simply beautiful.

Joury called 9ali7…

“aloo?”

“hala? Kanee kanee digeegtayn wakoon 3indkom”

“ok”

“Joury…”

“hala?”

“latinsain ilplan”

“inshalaa”

“yalaa banaam”

“basich he’s almost here”

They got in the car…

“yah yah m7laween…”

“afa 3alaik bas”

“really?”

“intay a7la wa7da a9lan...joury kilish”

“ee pick on me…bas he’s right wala you look amazing”

“akeed a9lan mubkaifkom”

“off off *laughing*”

They walked in and found they’re table…

He stood up…

“halaa 3abdala shlonik?”

“*3abdala?! shocked*….. ”

“hala wala tamam intaw shlonkom?”

“*3BDLAA!!*makint adree bitkon emm”

“ya3nee aroo7? *teasing*”

“la2!la2 emm”

“*chuckle* gi3daw”

They sat enjoyed a few laughs here and there…but this outing had a purpose…Lulu…

An hour later they were done with dinner and asked for the desert menu..

Joury got a call…she checked her phone it was her mom..

She left them and went to answer the call…

“aloo?...hala Yuma?...ha?! ee?...ee emm shisma? *fake* Saif ** *******? *heart beats*”

9ali7 can see her expression change so fast…she was overwhelmed he knew it…

She came back and sat down her hear still pounding from the call…

Joury:

I sat…not really aware of anything anymore…did..did it really happen?...i kept doubting the call

I got from my mom…

“shfeech?”

“nothing *Shaking head*”

“akeeed? * slightly raised brow*”

“eee *nodding*”

The guys left and I was just bursting…he’s different…he’s…he’s my Saif…

“Joury? You ok?”

“Lulu..you won’t believe what just happened!”

“what? *shocked*”

“omy ita9lat…Saif…Saif tigadamlee!...”

“what?!!”

…………………………………

The guys left the bathroom and walked back to the girls and they were engrossed in their topic…

“Saif?!! I can’t believe he proposed! I56bach 5ala9? Omg!! You’re getting married?!”

“lulu *giggle*”

9ali7 stopped as his sisters words punched him in the gut…his heart shifted…..

My Joury??...my Joury and Saif?! He thought…