--- Hamad ---
I woke up and found Dalal asleep. She looks very innocent. Like a child... Then again, she is a child... No. Thats not fair.. She’s a young lady, or else her father wouldn’t have agreed.
Her black hair covered her shoulders as she sleeps. Her hair was one of the things that made her very beautiful.
Her waves reached her lower back.
As I got up to get ready and order room service, I kept thinking of my life. Where it all went wrong. How it started to come together. And how did I get here...
I always wanted to get married at some point in my life, not in my twenties, maybe early thirties, and I always wanted to marry my one true love. The person I thought was my true love.
My life hit rockbottom when my mother passed away 9 years ago. Taking care of my sister took my mind off things, and I had some help from special people at the time. I was very grateful for everything they have done.
I grew stronger and established myself. But something was always missing, something I lost 2 years ago. Someone.
I got used to the emptiness.
When my dad told me he wants me to get married, I didn’t refuse. I lost hope in marrying someone of my choosing, and I knew my sister was in an age where she needed someone, an older sister, who will guide her and be there with her.
I agreed. And here I am in my hotel suite with my bride.
I didn’t know her.
I didn’t notice her before.
But she was very pretty.
She seemed sweet too and polite, and i’ve heard a lot of good things about her.
And to top it off, she’s smart. AUS graduate, Cum Laude, architecture student.
Dalal was just a girl who is now my wife. God I feel so confused! What the hell is happening to me?! I’m MARRIED! Fu**!!!
I ordered room service and sat on the sofe as I watched her sleep. I saw her chest moving as she breathed. Her face so serene and at peace... I have to wake her up so we can go to the airport. She didn’t know where we were going.
All I told her father that she should get something light.
I got closer and sat on my knees next to her side of the bed. I touched her cheek; it was soft...
Hamad: Dalal... gomi nshi..
Dalal was still asleep
Hamad: Dalal... mama gomi nshi (I poked her cheek this time)
Dalal: mmmmm....
Hamad: nshi..
Dalal: mmmmm ok 5 more minutes..
Hamad: 3a6eitch 30 bdon ma t6lbeen.. yalla basch rgad warana 6ayara.
Dalal opened her eyes slowly... “I hate you...” she rubbed her eyes.. “I was having an awesome dream”
Hamad: *chuckles* (I had to laugh... who says I-hate-you to her husband on their first night together) ma3alaih, gomi nshi w tell me about the dream as we eat breakfast.
--- Dalal ---
I woke up with someone tenderly touching my cheek. I want to stay asleep; I don’t wanna get up. It’s so warm in here and the dream was amazing... I was in NewYork city and acting in a broadway show!! It was Wicked! Now how wicked is that!
I dragged myself out of bed and freshened up in the toilet. I wore a light-peach maxi skirt with an off-white shirt tucked inside. My hair clips where on the bedside table so I braided on the side but couldn’t use anything to tie it. So I just left it as it is.
When I got out I found Hamad sitting in front of the dining table of our suite with the breakfast on it. He turned to me and smiled, “good morning”
That was one hell of a gorgeous smile *drools in her head*.
Dalal: good morning (stay composed Dalal I told myself.. stay composed)
Hamad: shu hal 7lm eli min 7alateh khalach tkrheeny min awal youm?
Dalal: huh?
Hamad: you said you hate me?
I sat down in front of him and automatically started pouring him some coffee like I always do with dad, “I said what?.. milk? sugar?”
Hamad: No sugar, yes to the milk. You said you hate me cuz I woke you up.
He added a piece of bread on my plate and took the lids off of the plates to reveal scrambled eggs and beef-bacon on the side, another plate with an omelet, and a bowl of cereal.
Dalal: *blushes to eternity* I said that? omg!!! I don’t hate you!! I mean I obviously don’t love you but no I don’t hate you!! iI’m so sorry (oh god someone needs to tell him that I reply to people when I’m asleep!!!)
Hamad: *laughed at me* its ok, adri anch ma tkrheeni. btkrheeni lo khaleit e6ayara et6eer 3anna.
He grinned at me and if I wasnt sitting on the chair I would’ve fell. He looked like a child who just said something very smart and that is extremely adorable.
--- Hamad ---
Her reaction was expected.
What wasn’t was our movement and its rhythm...
She just poured me coffee and I never let anyone touch my coffee. But she asked me about what I want as we were talking...
And my movement towards the lids was also very sudden, I think I just felt like I wanted to help in some way.
It was as if we were synchronized in that very moment...
It felt nice...
I looked at her, saw her busy buttering her bread. Most girls wouldn’t touch their food in front of their husbands in the first week or so... Thats what i’m told at least...
She wasn’t like that; she wasn’t nervous.
--- Dalal ---
Hamad went silent... He must be lost in thought (again)...
I was buttering my bread when I felt him looking at me,
I wonder what he’s thinking about...
As he’s staring at me...
What a f‘6ee7h i am maybe?
Nah I don’t think so.
“Meta 6ayaratna?” I broke the silence and looked up to see his eyes... Those breathtaking eyes...
He gave me a soft smile, “esa3a 11. A7een 7, bn5al9 & we’ll check out inshalla and go straight to the airport”
He suddenly handed me his phone, “tbein teta9lein eb ur dad?”
e7lf enteh bs?!!!!!! w laish ill use your phone inshalla?!!! ma3ndii ra9eed mathalan?! well excuuuuussssee moi mister! but raqmi fatoora! i made sure a7awlah when I got engaged ok!
“laish?! 3ndi my phone..” was all I managed to say...
sometimes I say a lot of things in my head but can NEVER say them out loud.
Hamad: madri... egolon elbnayh tet9l eb ahalha min telefon raylha w etsakr telefonha...
Dalal: tbani asakr telefoni? *blushes* (if I close my phone we’ll be completely alone... I wont know whats happening in the outside world..)
Hamad must have noticed me turn red, “la la... madri 3ala ra7atch”
Dalal:....... ok....... lets make a deal... I’ll keep my phone in my bag or pocket, but I won’t close it. I might need it in case of an emergency. I’ll only check my phone when you’re busy doing something so it wont ruin our time together.
What the hell was I saying... His face was blank and he was just staring at me.... Shit did I say something wrong?!!! I was just trying to be practical >.<
Hamad: ok.. but thats not what I meant.. To be honest I don’t even know what I meant *his cheeks were reddening...* I was just doing what I thought honeymooners did... but yeah I like your proposal. Its a deal... And ill do the same...
ok seriously ‘3ma‘6niiii... he’s being sweet and i feel so mean. As if im setting the rules min awal youm... omg byt7arani gwyh...
Dalal: Hamad...
--- Hamad ---
Sma3t-ha etgool esmi... awal marra etgool esmi...
“halla” I replied.
Dalal: mmkn asta5dm telefonk?
Hamad: yeah.. akeed.. (I’m confused, she just said she doesn’t want to)
I gave it to her and watched her dial a number, then wait...
Dalal: ahlain baba, b5eir el7mdella... enteh sh7alk? .... haih ba3adna fl fndq..... la telefoni fshan6a (she looked at me and smiled).... lat7ati 7abeeby... (she was blushing, was it because I was looking at her as she said klmat 7abeeby to her dad?)... inshalla... hatho hni. ma3asalamh... inshalla baba... here (she gave me the phone back)
--- Dalal ---
I handed Hamad the phone to talk to my dad... This was the least I can do after I turned him down
Hamad: mar7ba 3ami.. b5eiiir allah e3afeeek.. rabii esalmk.. 3asak eb5eir?... esrrk el7al... la la maga9erat aham shay ‘9b6atli el gahwa.. shu aba akthar min che? hahahaha (he had an adorable laugh) inshalla... inshallla... latwa99iii 7aree9 ya 3ami.... (what was dad telling him..) inshalla.... lat7ati... ba76ha fe 3yooni... fe aman ellah.. allah e7af’6k ma3a esalamh.
And with that he put down his phone... We just stared at each other...
This... is... sooo... embarrassing.... I bet I turned all shades of red in that moment alone...
Hamad broke the silence, “enseer?”
“yeah!” I replied in more enthusiasm than necessary, “i’ll just go get my stuff..”
We checked out of Armani Hotel, and headed to the airport.
Hamad was staring outside the window, lost in thought again...
Our honeymoon starts today...
We were off to an unknown destination. ok I was off to an unknown destination.. He knew where we were going :D
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