Part 49 ;**

Dayoom:

The entire day Dalool kept sneaking peaks at her watch…an idiot would know!!
I immediately asked her as soon as we were back at the chalet.

THE GUY WHO SAVED HER!!!

MCDONALD’S GUY??!!!

HIM??? SHE TALKS TO HIM EVERYNIGHT???

WOOW!! AND HE HAS HER NUMBER?!!

Should I tell her I might be over 7amad??

I mean as much as I love her…and as much as 7amad might be perfect for her….I can’t.
Seeing her with him….IT’S TOO MUCH!!

As soon as she started talking about Yousef I started to worry.

Something about this Yousef creep is bugging me.

He has his eyes on Dalool from the first time he sees her then we see him for the first time in McDonalds and his eyes were glued to her.
He sees her walking alone along the beach and annoys her in his buggy.
After that he saves her….MR.HEROIC.
Now he talks to her every night….LATE AT NIGHT!!

I can’t help but be protective over my sister.
“Dayoom shfee-eech?”
“Dalool…umm…I’m just going to say it”
“please do”
“I don’t trust this Yousef and you shouldn’t either”
“what?...why?”
“maybe I’m being over-protective it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt”
“I won’t”
“are you going to see him tonight?”
“I think so *I opened my huge bag and got out my phone neck strap*..why? what are you looking for?”
“this *pulling out me neck strap*” she had both her eyebrows up and she smiled slightly
“ a phone strap?”
“Yes when you go with him your phone will be with you at all times”
“Yes mom”
“shut up!*smiling at me and I pretended to be the grown up*”

I left her because I promised 5aled I’d meet him near his garage…he wanted to talk to me.

I don’t know why I didn’t tell her about 5aled it’s just that I don’t know anything myself.
I know my feeling towards 5aled is a lot stronger than my feelings towards 7amad there’s no comparison but…I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW!!

I made my way out of our chalet towards 5aled’s garage.
It was very dark and I started to get scared.
I walked passed his garage and there was no one.I DON’T CARE I’M GOING HOME IT’S TOO SCARY…


“AHHHHHHHH!”

Someone grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.

“5ALED!!!! I HATE YOU!!! AND I HATE THIS PLACE!” he was smiling the entire time!!!

My heart was pounding, my breathing was all over the place and I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes…as soon as the first tear escaped others followed. Tears kept trickling down my cheeks.

5aled crushed me against his warm wide chest. And it made it worse. I cried even more.
I couldn’t stop.

“Dayoom makan 8a9dy a5er3ich…asef..”
More tears escaped my eyes….WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME??!!

“bas ga6a3tay galbi*tightening his grip on me*…asef walla asef….*slightly pushing me away* yalla ibtasmily”
“sniff sniff *looking up at him and I slightly smiled*”
“eee chithy yibtasmoon” he teased
“5aled!” I whispered blushing and I playfully hit his shoulders.
“you wanted to talk”
“laaa…3ogeb ilfilm ilhindi I’ll tell you another day” SHINO FILM HINDI!!!
HE CAUSED IT!!!

I walked passed him heading back to my chalet…

IL7EEN HE TELLS ME HE WANTS TO TALK THEN MAKES ME CRY AFTER THAT SAYS ANA IMSAWYA FILM HINDI!!!

He grabbed my wrist and spun my body around to face him.
“wain ry7a?”
“akamel il film il hindi bil chalet”
“*laughing at me* mintay ry7a”
“haa? Hidney *pulling my arm away*” it was useless he kept me near him.

I stopped pulling away and I looked down pretending to be mad but deep down I wanted to stay with him.

He lowered his head down to mine.
“you still want to go home?” I shook my head…
“then you’re coming with me” he let go of me and he walked into his garage.

I can tell why Dalool hates this garage and the reason behind it’s nick name…spooky scary garage hahaha…ee walla scary!
I waited for him.

He came out pushing his buggy.
“what are you doing?” he got on top of his buggy and he started the engine!!
“rikbay*motioning with his head towards the back of the buggy*”
“are you serious?”

Dalal:

I was wearing my shorts and a fitted green shirt.

I made my way out to the beach feeling the hot breeze brush against my legs.
I sat down mesmerized by the dark yet peaceful night.

My phone was hanging around my neck thanks to Dayoom’s neck strap.
I laid on my back with my arms under my head.

I closed my eyes and pictured my future.

It seems to be a blur…. I can’t tell where I’ll be in 10 years.

I heard someone trotting down the sand from behind me (from my chalet)

I opened my eyes and saw the face that managed to melt my heart every time.
“7amad?” I asked as I got up and repositioned myself.
“hey *sitting next to me his eyes staring at the dark sea*”

Okay this is awkward….
7amad and I could go on for hours sitting next to each other without a word and I felt like I understood him as he understood me bas I don’t know why this time it’s awkward.

Maybe because I was waiting for Yousef?

OH SHIT!!! YOUSEF!!

He’ll probably see me with 7amad and walk away right? I mean he isn’t as stupid as to come sit with me in front of 7amad.

“*clearing his throat while turning to face me* Dalal…” DALAAL?!!!! DALAAL??!!!

“it wasn’t Selma” he got up and walked back to his chalet.

NOT SELMA?!!?! NOT SELMA??!!! THAN WHO THE HELL IS IT?!!!

I was about to yell after him when I saw the familiar shadow in the distance and 7amad was long gone by now.

Yousef sat in the exact same position and place as 7amad and the entire time all I could think about was 7amad.

He said it was girl but it wasn’t Selma!!

I swear 7amad’s going to be the death of me.

At this rate there won’t be any girls left in Kuwait for him!!

“DALAAAAL”
“HAA?!!!” shit Yousef!!! How the hell did I forget he was sitting next to me?
He had concerned eyes
“are you okay?”
“na3am?”
“shfeech? 3asa mashar?”
“ishar mayeek…ma feeny shay*faking a smile*"