Masqué Chapter 15

This post won't be long since it's my second chapter today, I didn't have time to think or plan much bas enshallah you'll like it, chapter 16 won't be this short. :D

*And watch out for hints in this story. Every character I introduce has a purpose to this story.

Dedicated to: NooraFahad_ , one of my smart readers haha, she practically predicted the whole story, zain she didn't predict the ending too cus I haven't planned that out yet. ;p && to @shayou5als for being simply amazing haha, thanks for all your support!:D ALSO, dedicated to @MariamTAlShaikh because I honestly love this girl, her feedback is much appreciated! She makes my day. :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENA! MY SILENT READER, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EXTRA SMALL CHAPTER. ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY TO THE FULLEST. ♥

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"Yalla?" Nawaf said, approaching Saif. He was holding onto Saif's bag, his parents left the Range Rover now and were helping Saif to walk into the house.

"Nice meeting you, uhm, was it Amal?" Saif tried to act along.

"Eee Amal, salamat Saif." I said casually.

"Allah yisalmich." Saif gave me a little wink before having to walk off. Our conversation was cut off by Nawaf's presence but I had heard enough.

Saif had gestured to his phone before walking away, meaning, "Check Whatsapp".

I was now in the car, the driver taking me to KU (Kuwait University) as I was roaming over my apps on my iPhone, looking for the Whatsapp application.

I clicked on it with the touch of my finger an read Saif's message.
 
Saif Al-X: Ma 9adegt rou7y lema shiftich elyoum, wayid waleht 3leich Amoul..♥

I bit down on my bottom lip, staring at his message. 

Amal Al-X: I missed you so much more! :/ Walla khare3tny, don't ever do that again..

Saif Al-X: Enshallah princess Amal, sorry. :(

Amal Al-X: Haha its okay;p al7een shensawi wya salfat A7mad?

Saif Al-X: I think Nawaf knows.. lazem etkalmeen Nawaf, ana ma ra7 agder akelma, he thinks I have amnesia. ;/

Amal Al-X: Sh3arafa Nawaf?;s

Saif Al-X: Muu giltlch lema kan e9'3eer, he was in the office when the fight happened? I think he knows more than what he's telling us, he never told you about the memories, he still owes you for letting Bibi talk to him last week.

Amal Al-X: Bibi talked to him? Bibi ma galetly shay!:o Sh9ar beinhom?

Saif Al-X: Madryy walla. x_x S2lay Bibi, akeed ma galetlich l2ena kanet ga3da t7ateech.

Amal Al-X: True.. okay khala9 bakelim Bibi w b3dain bakalim Nawaf..

Saif Al-X; Amal, deeray balich 3la nafsich.. la etkhaleen Nawaf yijeesich.. okay?

Amal Al-X: Is this jealous Saif speaking?;p

Saif Al-X: Maybe ;p

"Amal, we are here." My mom's driver said.

"Thanks!" I gave him a smile. I didn't know his name yet. I left the car and made my way into the university. The green trees surrounded me and made the grey walls of the university livelier.

I ignored the looks I got from Asmaa's friends.

"Amal, salamat!" I heard Dalia call out in a pitiful tone.

"Allah yisalmich." I didn't turn around to face her, her tone was fake and her care was full of bullsh*t. I never got to get used to the university or the people in it since I missed weeks of it, so I still had to depend on myself and not on Asmaa or her crude friends.

"Excuse me?" I heard a girl say behind me. I turned around and found a girl with pale skin but wide grey eyes that were surrounded with dark eyelashes. Her lips were thin but wine coloured, her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing a casual summer dress with a pair of sandals.

I couldn't help but notice a scar on the side of her neck, it looked like a new scar that hadn't healed yet.

"Yeah?" I said with a smile.

"I can't find this class, I'm new." She showed me her schedule, she was in the same Law class as mine but I was considering dropping Law and switching to Drama or Music. I'll switch majors later.

"Oh, you're with me. I'll take you."I offered.

"Thanks. I'm Shamma. I'm from Syria." The girl extended her hand, I took it and returned the handshake.

"Wl n3m, I'm Amal." I widened my smile.

The day stretched on, the classes were boring and I couldn't believe that I was ever interested in Law. It wasn't my thing at all. Shamma would send me funny notes during class to amuse me, she had told me she was thinking about switching majors too.

Once I was back home, I hurried over to Bibi's room, ready to throw my questions at her. Bibi had her face dug deep into her crimson pillow, her short curls surrounding her.

"Bibi?" I whispered. "Nayma?"

"La2." She muffled into her pillow.

"Shfeech?" I sat down on the corner of her peach bed, watching her in wonder.

"Ma feene shayy." She lied.

"Embala feech shay, laish ga3da chithe?" I poked her pedicured foot. She ended up giggling against her pillow because she was ticklish.

"Bas!" She mumbled.

"Yalla 3ad, goulayyy." I tried to tickle her foot again, she laughed even harder.

"Okay okay! Khala9 bas don't tickle me!" She turned around so I could catch a glimpse of her face. Her eyes were red, as if she was crying seconds before.

"Bibi?" The playful atmosphere was killed when I noticed her tears. "It's Nawaf, isn't it?"

"Shdarach?" Bibi sniffed, grabbing the tissue box so she could dry her tears with a tissue.

"Et7beena?" I sighed. Bibi was my younger sister, I felt the need to protect her.

"Eee." Bibi said against the tissues.

"W ohwa y7bich?" I watched her.

"Yi7bny w y7b wa7da ghairy.." Bibi said sadly, her expression twisting with pain.

"Shnuu y3ne y7b wa7da ghairch? How can he love two people!?" Fury engulfed my insides.

"Madry.. that's why he wanted to talk to me.. gal ena kan m3a Dalia 3shan yishouf etha kent aghar wla la2.." Bibi huffed.

"I hate men and their games." I huffed too.

"Men? Y3ne ma et7been Saif?" Bibi teased.

"Saif isn't a man." I jutted out my bottom lip.

"Etha Saif mu ryal 3yal shnu ohwa?" Bibi laughed.

"Madry, he's Saif." I mumbled, giving myself an excuse to love him.

"Al7een et3rfeen mnu hal bent ely y7bha?" I asked. I prayed she wouldn't say "it's you". I don't have feelings for Nawaf, he tricked me ages ago but all that did was make me love Saif even more. Secondly, this would ruin the relationship I had with my only sister, Bibi.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Bibi covered her face with her hands.

"Tell me, yallllaaa." I nagged, curiosity getting the best of me.

"He loves Asmaa too." Bibi mumbled into her pillow.

Whaaaaaat?