Le Chase Chapter 40

NO MORE FINAL EXAMS! Woooooohoooo! I'm putting my time back into my blog and on the side, gym haha. Clearly this story is ending but I'm still quite unsure about my new story, I know the plot for it, I know I said I'd use true characters but at the same time, it will take me a LOT of time to write about real people I actually don't personally know. So I'm still thinking that over, I might keep it for the summer to write about or change it around? I'm still confused. And don't forget, my next story will be in 100% ENGLISH.

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Hope you enjoy this chapter, as much as I enjoyed the fact that I finally am done for finals (until the next four months haha).

By the way, this is SHORT, it's a teaser, not a full chapter.

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Previously in Chapter 39:


"Layal, etha et7beeny, you'll do two things for me." Thari continued speaking, my heart hammering inside my chest to his words. I didn't realise how much I truly missed hearing them till now, I willed the happy tears away to reply to him.

"Shnu?" I hesitantly asked.

"Erta7ay, I need you to be as healthy as you can be again," he whispered.

"And?"

"Wait."

"Wait for what?" I asked, curious.

"You'll see. Just wait Layal, I love you."

And with that, he ended the phone call before I could ask any more questions.

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It's been exactly two months. It was the hardest two months of my life, after those 3 years without Layal. I've forced myself to not talk to or see Layal in these two months on purpose. I had a surprise for her, I message her, making sure she knew that these two months would be off limits and that she had to stay as patient as possible. 

I had a feeling she already found out what I had in plan for her. 

Marriage.

My heart was hammering inside my chest with excitement. Today was the day. The day where I was going to officially go to her house and ask her brother for Layal's hand in marriage. I made sure my mother stayed out of this, she was ecstatic once she heard I finally wanted to settle down with a girl, she wanted to be the one to arrange everything. Even before Layal had officially said yes, my mother wanted to start the wedding arrangements. My mother was that excited.

I tore my eyes off of the grey stone ground I was staring at and pulled my eyes to the white painted front door of Layal's house. I pressed my thumb against the cold plastic doorbell, impatiently waiting for someone to answer the door. For some reason, Layal's house was packed with cars everywhere. I didn't understand why, I was assuming maybe her brother had a "dewaneyah" night at his place. (Dewaneyah night: when the men in the family invite over their friends or relatives just to play cards, eat a feast or just hang out in their "diwan", a separate building or a separate large room just for them. It's simply a guy's night, no girls allowed.)

I knocked again, I heard murmuring voices in the house yet no one answered me. I nervously smelled my 'deshdasha' (a white traditional piece of clothing for Arabian Muslim men), it smelled of expensive strong cologne I sprayed earlier. It still clung to the white smooth fabric of my deshdasha. My buzz cut had gotten longer, I had my wavy hair slightly gelled back formally.

Only a few minutes from now, I will finally be engaged to Layal.

"Salam 3laikom," a voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and found a house keeper. It wasn't Layal's house keeper that I've met ages ago, it was a new one, with a younger face with her hair put back into a bun. Her Arabic was broken, it was iced with a Filipino accent.

"3leikom elsalam, wein Abdulra7man Al-X?" I asked eagerly with a huge smile on my face, I could barely see who was inside the house but my ear heard multiple voices, murmuring in the background.

"Not here sir, are you here for the funeral? The men's funeral is not here sir, I think you got the wrong address," her words stung me, funeral? She stepped to the side, allowing me to catch a glimpse of what was behind her. It was a group of women in 3abayas, their eyes rimmed with redness from the tears that fell. The atmosphere of the house was heavy, it depressed me to watch them but I was curious on why there was a funeral inside the house.

"Oh right, I got the wrong address." I lied, buying me some time. "Funeral Al-X right? Uhm, for the father?"

I knew Layal's father passed away a while ago but I gave her a dumb expression. She looked at me with a confused expression on her face.

"No, Layal Al-X's funeral."