Dalal e3yoonh (Part 18-B) FINALE

ok so I just created a twitter account: @PassionsBlog

feel free to follow me and write to me directly, I'll follow back so you guys can definitely send me direct messages or whatever they call them :P

aaaannnd this is the last part of Dalal e3yoonh! I'll start a new story very soon, and i'm sticking to my weekend deal. inshalla. gooloo inshalla..

so please comment! and help me write my stories! 3aneit w ana adawr a perfect ending for this one!

cheers!

Passion

_____________________

--- Hamad ---

I left Dalal at home and went to my dads office.

So the plan is as follows: sign some papers, go have coffee with some of the guys, kill some time… then go back home to Dalloola.

I entered the building, damn I’ve missed work.

I saw soaad the secretary and asked her to get me my coffee.

Soaad: estaz Hamad, fe 7ada 3am ys2al 3annak min youmeim.

Hamad: mno?

Soaad: ma ba3rif, ma r’9yit ta36eeny esma, bs 2alitli anha badda trja3 ba3dein. Bs ma rij3at min yomeet-ha

Hamad: ma3alaih mb mshklh, etha kan muhm btrja3 bnafs-ha.

Soaad: 7a’9r. hai el awra2 elli b7aja annak etwaq3 3alaihom. El ba2i 3am bin7awlo la waldak. Ou la 2ilak bl email.

Hamad: matga9reen Soaad. Ana maba6awl.

6l3at.. bs el bab masakkar. The door automatically slides shut, but I didn’t hear it. I lifted my head up to see whats stopping it, and met her in the eyes…

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

What the hell is she doing here.

“halla Hamad, miss me?”

Hamad: Heba. Shu tsaween hni?!

Heba: yeit achoofk, at6amman 3alaik.

Hamad: didn’t I make it clear that I want you out of my life?

Heba: you want that, but its not really what you need.

Enough is enough. 5ara 3alaiha w 3ala shaklha. W 5ara 3alayh etha ba5ali w7dh 7ayawanh mthlha et5arb 7ayati.

I got up. And walked to the door. I closed it and locked it.

I pulled her by the arm and pushed here towards an arm chair.

Heba: tough love? Gtlk mat9b-

Hamad: BAS!

I could see the shock in her eyes. She never heard me raise my voice like this.

Hamad: choofy hebo. Tarach WAYD ma9a5teeha. Agoolch li2a5ar marra, tngal3ein OUT of my life. maba achoof rg3at wayhch, wa la 7ata asma3 esm yn6ara jdammi. W wallllah yal 5ayseh-

Heba: ANA 5AYSEH?!!!

Hamad: CHUB WA LA KLMH!!!! 5ayseh w n9! Walla yal 5ayseh lo tgarabti mni wla min ahli marra thanyh, beini w beinch el m7akim. W 9adgeeny I can sue you for harassment. And after I do that, ill make sure I turn your life into hell. And after that, you’ll find yourself dead alone.

Heba: haha! As if you can do that!

I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed. “dare me Heba. Just dare me.”

Her hands were over mine pulling them away for air.

I let go with utter disgust, “you tried to hurt me, and I let that pass. But the moment you tried to hurt my wife and family, it got VERY personal. Ebta3dai a7sallch. W dawreelch wa7d ‘3abi e7bch w ystr 3alaich.”

I took the papers off the desk and walked out, signed whats left and put them on soaads table. I couldn’t look at her anymore. 3ft 7ata ani afakr feeha. “call security and let them take that creature out of my office. Make sure the cleaners clean after her.”

And I left.

--- Dalal ----

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIITT!!! MEEROOO DRIIIVE FAST!!!!!!!”

Meera: OKAAIII OKAAIIII ASOOOG 160!!!!! W 3AL 5A6 EL A9FAR!!!!!

Dalal: BSR3AA!!!! THE BABY IS COMING!!!!

*phone rings*

Dalal: its hamad!!! *takes deep breathes * alo? Halla Hamad.., my good,, great, ok im eff-ed up!!! My water broke!!!! Yes.. yess… haih haih meera wyayh hee etsoog. Ok ok ok … AYYYY!!!!!! Haiiiihh haihhhh walla etsooog bsr3a!!! haih el mstashfa el amriikiii l2ani kalamt dktorty galat she’s there now, w its agrabli min mstashfa elwa9l. ok see u there

Meera: shu gal?!

Dalal: shu bigool ba3ad!!!!! Just driiive!!!

Meera: UFFF!!!! YOUR HORMONES ARE WORSE THAN HORMONAT A PREGNANT WOMAN!!! Oh wait. YOU ARE PREGNANT!!!

Dalal: instead of being a smart ass, DRIVE!

We got to the hospital and everything was fast after that…

One minute I was on a wheel chair, the next I was on a bed with the epidural on my back.

I was going to have my baby.

Hamad rushed into the delivery room and held my hand the whole time.

I didn’t feel a thing because of the epidural, all I remember is the doctor telling me to push.

Then the baby was out and Hamad was holding her…. I was so jealous, I wanted to hold her.

The doctor was suddenly panicking, “DALAL!!! PUSH!! PUSH!!!”

What’s going on… I just had my baby… why is she telling me to push.

I just pushed. And pushed…

That’s when I heard another cry.

“It’s another girl!!!”

Hamad was crying, “knty t3arfeen?!”

Dalal: a3arf shu?!

Hamad: twins!

Dalal: la2.

Hamad: a7bch…

He whispered as he held both our daughters closer to me.

And so… lulu’a and Joharah banat Hamad Al Flani, have entered my life.

With lots of love,

Dalal e3yoonh.