Dalal e3yoonh (Part 16)

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Passion

--- Dalal ---

I can see his shock.

Hamad: enti shutgoleen?

Meera: 7ad msawellk swa. Ta9arufatk mb 6abee3yh. You changed faj2a, you’re angry the whole time for no apparent reason, you snap at Dalloola out of nowhere, and then you tell her you love her.

Hamad was having difficulty absorbing everything Meera was saying. I know for a fact she knows what she’s doing… Her mom went through the same thing. Mrt eboha ethanyh kanat msawyh swa el her mom so that hee tet’3ayar 3ala her dad and she leaves him. Not the other way round. Now someone did something to my Hamad… but why?

I can only think of one reason… Heba.

Meera: look Hamad, you need to go to a sheikh, 5allh ygra 3alaik w echoof shu feek.

Hamad: maba, ana mafyh shay.

Meera: ha klh w mafeek shay!

Hamad: I’m just stressed ok!!! W ba3dein entii shlch fyh!

Meera: ana shliii?! Enteh rayl my best friend! The moment you started hurting her it became MY business! Now you either go to a damn sheikh or ill drag you there myself!!!!!

Hamad: Dalal.

He looked at me… tbani agoolk its ok meera ‘3al6anh? Or tba the push?

Shu asawi…

Shu agoolk…

Dalal: I don’t know shu feek Hamad… but I know you’re not 6abee3y… you’re not the person I know.

Hamad: shu tbeini asawi… kaif tbeini I fix this when I don’t see anything wrong with me.

Meera: ya7ayawan ana yalseh agoolk shu feek ! arams el ydar mathalan!!!

Meera was screaming at him now. She was seriously pissed off…

But I can see Hamad was angry, he didn’t like someone acting that way around him.

Hamad: 6l3i bara3.

Meera: na3am!?!!?!?!?!?!?!? etrooo’3niiiii!??!!!??!?!!?

Hamad: Meera lo sma7ti 6l3i bara3. Aba akalm mrti alone.

Meera: na3am enteh?!!!! A7een mrtk mswad elwayh?!!!! Youm mayazatlk eramseh tba etrams-ha ro—

Dalal: Meeroty… its ok

Meera: no its not. Im not budging.

Dalal: ok. Mmkn bs togfeen wara the curtain. Bs shway?

Meera: bagdar asma3 klshay fa shu elfarg?!!!

Dalal: please?

I hugged her, and whispered in her ears “he wont see you 3al aqal, barge in whenever you want,” then let go of her.

She turned to him, “you’re lucky you have a wife like her. I would’ve killed you way long time ago,” and then she walked out.

I turned to face him, and made my way to the side of his bed…

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, so I sat on the side of his bed…

Hamad: do you think its true?

He was looking straight into my eyes…

Dalal: maybe…

I turned away, I couldn’t see him; couldn’t look into his eyes… they’re not the eyes I fell in love with…

He touched my face and turned my face to look at him,

Hamad: gaylellch don’t ever look away from me… I’m sorry… telling me shu asawi and I will…

Dalal: don’t do anything for me, do it for you…

Hamad: but you are me. Dalloola… what meera said makes a lot of sense, but it doesn’t. kaif? Laish? Mno? Ana 7as any mt’3ayr,,, bs swa? Ma9adg…

Dalal: aren’t you a9lan not suppose to believe that? Cuz you’re the victim?

Hamad: do you still love me…?

Dalal: I never stopped…

Hamad: I hurt you a lot, didn’t I?

Dalal: can we not talk about this

Hamad: ana asf.

Dalal: batm fe beit eboyh for a while, till you get better…

Hamad: no.

Dalal: huh?

Hamad: latsereen.

Dalal: I need a break Hamad, t3abt.

Hamad: bt-hdeeni w ana che?

Dalal: you’re like this now, mafyh bacher tnjlb again w et3amlni 5ara.

Hamad: I wont. Just stay. Please Dalal lat5aleeni…

Dalal: then ill stay in another room. I need some space.

Hamad: fair enough…. Now what?

Dalal: now you decide whether or not you’ll see a m6awwa3 to figure out if eli feek is swa

We heard Meera say loudly, “MB KAIIIIFEH!!! BISEER ‘3A9BN 3ANH!!!!?"

I looked at Hamad and smiled,

He whispered so that only I could hear him, “I’m so glad I married you, not that witch.”

I touched his cheek, “ill see you at home.”

He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, “a7bch…”

His eyes were deep, and that’s when I knew that he was coming back to me…