Dalal e3yoonh (Part 8)

mbaraaakn 3eeeedkom!!!! (a week later :P )

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Should Dalal and Hamad be acting that way? Should they be giving each other a chance?

--- Hamad ---

Why is it suddenly cold? Dalal was in my arms…. Why cant I feel her anymore?

“Dalloola…”

Weinha.?...

7atta hee bt-hdni?...

Bs ana shu saweit?....

“Dalal….”

“Hamad,” her voice came to me…

Hamad: weinch?

Dalal: fch 3eink w btchofni jdamk.

--- Dalal ---

6al3o el3abee6, yzgrni w 7altah 7alah ow ana in front of him. Drama hal ensan lol

Hamad (after finally opening his eyes): 9ba7 el5eir.... (why oh why does he have to have a sexy voice, it erases half of my memory)

Dalal: 9ba7 enoor (I said as I was sitting on the sofa waiting for him to wake up)

Hamad: 9baa7 eddalaaaal

He gave me his million-dollar smile… it was…. Breathtaking….

What ever was left of my memory has now vanished, I don’t know my own name anymore. Ejaaaniiiin el7ayawaaan!!!! Nasssaniii 7ata bllii kan shaa’3l baalii…

Dalal: gom nsh bnseer Rhodes elyoum, bnt2a5ar because of ur lazy bum

Hamad: maaaabaaaa agoooommmm…. Ergaaad 7loooo!! A7la ma fdnyaa 3gb mrtiii!! Bs t3arfeen, mtwaleh 3alaiha nashat 3anni w 5alatnii.

Just a small FYI, ever since Hamad and I got closer and stuff, gam wayd ytdalla3 w ya36eeni mini-drama. W klh ytshaka about his “wife” a.k.a me. Showay it’s a good thing cuz gam egool eli fe 5a6ra about his wife, bs yqhar marraat.

Dalal: Hamad babes gom nsh, im all dressed up and both our bags are ready.

Hamad: gtlch maba (he covered his face with the blanket elyahl! Ana ba2adbah!!)

Dalal: Hamad! Gom nsh!!! (I got up and pulled the blanket away, actually I threw it on the floor and he only had his boxers on: HOTTNESS ALERT!!!!)

Hamad: EYYYYY!!!!!!!!

He was hot, extremely hot,

I had to kiss him….

It was either that…

Or…

I started jumping on the bed XD

Hamad: Dalaaaaaaaaal!!!!! Btkasreeeniii eyyy bt6e7eeen!!!!

Dalal: GOOOOM!!!!! NSSHHHHHH!!!!!!

Hamad: OK!!!! OK!!!! MTWA7SHEH!!!!!!

He got up bsr3a and ran to the bathroom.

Dalal: THYABK ARE INSIDE BTW!!!!!

Hamad: THANK YOU WIFE!!!

Hehehehehe he is adorable…

I took this opportunity to text Meero and check if she read my message.

Meero: 7ubbyy I just read your txt, you need to calm down first and that’s exactly what I did. Lets be rational here, maybe its part of his past, not necessarily his present. Or maybe it’s a cousin or relative of his. Or maybe its his soul mate that he still does not know about.

Dalal: or maybe just maybe its his mistress?

Meero: or yeah maybe that. But do you honestly think he’s that type? He’s been good to you all this time. W roo7ch gteeli anh wayd mdal3nch, so why would he have an affair with some other woman? Unless she was there min gabl and he doesn’t want to let go of?

Dalal: that’s my point exactly. What if someone from his past that just tagged along to our present? Meeroty he didn’t give me any reason to doubt him or ashk feeh, dom wyayh, literally 24/7. Ella yom ana fl 7amam w u know I shower in 5 minutes.

Meero: yeah turbo mashalla 3alaich.

Dalal: chub mb wagt e6nazh. Elmuhm, ma3a6ani sbab, w 7ata ta9arfateh, klh ebaynli anh he likes him. DUDE last night galli a7bch, w hnee shakeit ymkn yq9dha hee.

Meero: momkn et3eedeeli EXACTLY kaif 3rafti 3anha? W mno hee b’6ab6?

Dalal: 2 nights ago he was having a nightmare w he was moving a lot. fa nasheit w 7awalt awa3eeh, faj2a he was sleep talking w kan egool: heba, hebo, latsereen. 7a6eit eidi 3ala eidh w gtlh hamad its me dalal, gom nsh. Yawad eidi w galli lat-hdeeny, w he was sweating t7areiteh ma7moom! W bs.

Meero: 7lfi enti bs?! Tbein etshkeen fe raylch eli ejanin w e5abl bs l2anh gal esm w7dh ONCE!!!!???

Dalal: shu tbeini asawi mathalan? Maglt ani ashk feeh, im just looking at all the options and possibilities. Ive been acting 3ady wyah since it happen

Meero: 1) its not a job 3shan etgooleen options and possibilities. 2) etha ma tbeinh hateeh ana abah! 3) HE’S HAMAD!!!! Ma chd sma3na 3anh shay gabl, the guy doesn’t have a reputation, r u seriously gonna doubt him for saying a girls name ONCE!?

Dalal: hands off! MEERO!!! Ana mathkar wjoodh fdnya fa kaif etgooleen he doesn’t have a reputation! Akeeed he wont have one if he wasn’t on our radar!

Meera: granted. He wasn’t on our radar, but we did our research well. S2alna 3anh 7atta 3nd 3azooz wld 5ali, and u know 3azooz akbar la33ab fdnya w he wont lie to me when I ask him.

Hamad: fyoum min el ayam ba5th telephonch w bagra shutgoleen el meera, dom etramseenha w tndamjeen ldarajat anch ma tsm3eeni.

Dalal: huh?

Hamad: chfty?!

Dalal: sorry (shit bsr3a clear chat!) kanat etgooli about her cousin 3azzooz (‘3abiya dallool laish etbarereen!)

Hamad: ahaaa, shu et7bh!?

Dalal: hahahhahaahahah please meeroo w 3azooz are faaar faaar away from loving each other. Deech w dyayh, klh y’6arbon.

Hamad leaned closer and kissed my cheek, “hi,” he said as his eyes met mine… “hey…” was all I could say…

We were off to Rhodes, hand in hand, like nothing happened….

Rhodes was sunny, beautiful, and beachy.

The sands were so sandy, the sea was so clear.

One thing you need to know about Rhodes is that it’s a family island; it can work for honeymooners but you see a lot of families there and the activities are made for families.

We spent our days sightseeing and exploring the place, at sunset we’d walk by the beach and talk.

Once there was music and Hamad started pulling me into a dance. It was very romantic and sweet. We slow danced to the sunset and it was magical; the view, the smell of the sea, his smell, and his eyes…

He never took his eyes off me… they were tender and comforting…

Ok this is something very random that I have to share, I don’t know if you guys ever experienced this thing, but his eyes are the kind that make you want to close your eyes and let him enjoy looking at you…. Hamad made me feel beautiful. He made me feel like a woman, not just a girl…

We had an amazing time… and I forgot about my doubts.

But it was too good to last…

We were walking in the old town when Hamad excused himself… he said he had something to do and I didn’t ask… I just told him ill sit in the coffee shop at the corner of the street.

I ordered my coffee and sat outside in the lovely weather waiting for him…

“Dalal?” I heard a voice behind me…

I turned around to find my kid cousin khelfan,

Dalal: khalfoooon!!!! Heyyyy (I gave him a hug and he sat down with me)

One thing you need to know is that khalfoon is 18, but he’s tall. Like really tall. And mashalla mlt7i and all so people think he’s 24 or 23. He’s like my little brother, his dad passed away when he was a kid in a car accident so my dad raised him. So he was the brother I never had, and he was studying in Sorbonne University in France (nerd much?)

Dalal: shutsawi hnii?!

Khalfoon: ejazh way rab3ii, entii shutsaween hnii?!

Dalal: honeymoon. Duuh.

Khalfoon: oh 9a7! Ma gteeli bteen Greece, shutsaween hnii fe Rhodes, seery mkan romantic! La7’6a wein raylch?!!!! Aba awa9eeh 3alaich l2ani mayeit el mlcheh!

Dalal: hehe sar shway 3ndh sha’3la yba e5al9ha or something. Byrja3 now.

--- Hamad ---

I was so excited!! I wanted to get back to Dalloola bsr3a when I saw her sitting with another guy in the coffee shop…

I felt a fire going through me… mno hatha eli yalseh etsoolf wyah w t’67ak ba3ad!?!!

Etgarabt mnhom w sma3teh erams-ha,

Guy: 7abeebty walla. Twalaht 3alaich w 3ala swalfch.

Dalal: ana ba3ad, yalla rd elblad bsr3a 3shan we hang out like old times.

7abeebty? Ana ba3ad? Rd elblad bsr3a?

maroom at7arrak min mkani min el ‘3ei’6….

Guy: listen maba a5aleech hnee roo7ch bs I have to go rab3i ytrayoni. Hadeitch snh w 3arastii, barid el blad w ba9rgch min raylch. Tell him ur mine

Dalal: hahahaha 3abee6. Always have always will be. Mkank ma7ad 5athah.

The guy got up and kissed her head and walked in the opposite direction…

--- Dalal ---

7abeeby khalfoon,

I turned around and saw Hamad wagf a few feet away, “hey, wein srt?”

Hamad: 6oofy jdami

He said coldly…

“inshalla” shu balah…

He walked silently towards the hotel, man6ag bwala klmh…

“Hamad… shay feek?”

He stopped in an empty clearing; we were close to the hotel.

Hamad: Mno eli kan wyach?

Dalal: mno?

Hamad: Dalal. Mno eli kan yals wyach fl coffee shop?!! (rage appeared on his face, why was he angry)

Dalal: Khelfan? Wld 3ammi… etha chfteh laish ma yeit etsalm kan ys2al 3ank!

Hamad: weld 3ammch?!!! Weld 3ammch byboosch w bgoolch 7abeebty?!!! Weld 3ammch bhal 3mr bgoolch byrgch min raylch?!!! DALAL LA TCHTHBEEN 3ALAYH!!! MNO HATHA!!!???

Dalal: lat3alli 9otk…. Gtlk wld 3ami… weld 3ami Sultan allah yr7amah…

Hamad: DALAL! WELD 3AMCH SULTAN YAHL! HATHA B6OOLH W 3R’6A!!!! SHU ELIII BEINCH W BEINH!?!!?!??!

Dalal: NA3AM??!!! SHU QA9DK SHU ELI BEINI W BEINH?!!!!

Hamad: QA9DII WA’67!

Dalal: EKOON FE 3LMK, KHALFOON WLD 3AMI W MABEINI W BEINH SHAY! MTHL E5OOYH! W ETHA SMA3T ELI DAR BEINI W BEINH, A7SAN 3SHAN T3ARF BMKANTEH 3NDII! W LO SMA7T LA T’3LA6 3ALAYH, ETHA ENTEH LA33AB W 3NDK BANAT FE 7AYATK MB MA3NATEH ANA FE 3ALAQAT WYA SHABAB!

I was furious! How DARE he offend me that way! How DARE he say I’m lying?! Screw him!!!

I walked towards the hotel but he grabbed my hands, “RDDII hniii, ma5ala9na kalamna,”

Dalal: im DONE here Hamad, lateels etshk fe mrtk when she didn’t give you a reason to, unlike you!

Hamad: shu qa9dch?!!! (he grabbed my arm tighter)

I pushed it away, “ ‘qa9dii wa’67!’” imitating him

Hamad: rmsii, etha 3ndch shay etgooleenh gooleeh, lateelseen tn’3zeen

Dalal: shu rayk etseer 3nd Heba et5aleeha tnfa3k. cuz im so over acting like she doesn’t exist. Unlike you, I don’t have relationships with guys. I thought rayli was enough. i guess even he doesn’t know qeemty.

I ran… I just turned my back on him quickly and ran as fast as I can. I didn’t want him to grab me again, and I definitely didn’t want to see his face after what I said. Because I knew I hurt him, even though it was the truth.

I reached our room and locked the door; he can’t enter now…. I sat by the door and cried…

Cried for my stupidity…

Cried for thinking he might be different…

Cried for thinking that if I did it the right way, the traditional way, I wouldn’t get hurt…

But I was wrong…