Le Chase Chapter 30

What a busy busy week (yet again). You know what I absolutely hate about uni? The quizzes! It's like, they tell you congrats you just got a great mark on the quiz today but hey by the way, the next quiz is next week. I'm so used to the British system, it would depend on teachers and if they were the test/quiz types but mostly in my high school years, tests would be like, once a month or something. Now it's every subject, a quiz every week. It's not even the small quizzes you can study for in a few minutes, the content is long and requires a whole day of stressing out if not more than a day, then the quiz turns out to be super simple and usually half of it is stuff you don't remember taking or hearing in lectures. Annoying, isn't it?

And don't even get me started on some of the professors, if you have a good one, you better stick to him/her like a leech. Anyways, back to why all of you are here now, to read the next post and not read my rants. :p

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Previously in Chapter 29:


I read the following new message, that also caused my smile from ear to ear.

"@LayalAlX: Yeah, it was you. I mean, yeah you seemed like a jerk at first but then I was wrong. I was talking about you all along when we were messaging. I like you Thari. Please la etfashilny aw shay whenever we see each other next, okay?:p I answered your question, happy?" 

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It's been a day, where strangely, Layal and I have been talking 24/7 on twitter DMs. I also tried the trick where I said my messages were freezing up, so giving her the hint we should switch to Whatsapp since she's an iPhone user, but all she did was tell me to reboot my Samsung a few times and it should be working fine afterwards.

Yeah, well that was a total fail.

3abbas and I got caught up in annoying university quizzes, I would have totally skipped the studying but 3abbas forced me to wait one more day before driving to the house where Mom was at. He knew my grades were getting worse, my GPA decreasing because of the messes I've had to deal with lately. I also needed 3abbas because he had the address, I didn't get to memorise or take it earlier, if only I knew he was going to force me to study yesterday instead of investigate the disappearance of my Mom.

"Pens down! Time's up," the instructor's heavy Arabian accented bombarded my thoughts. I looked down at my quiz, my handwriting was a mess and was squinty looking, but I got to answer every question. I handed the paper over to the guy next to me, letting him pass it to the front. I sat at the back of the class, avoiding the spit of the professor. Every time he gave us a lecture, he had to spit into someone's face as he was too engrossed into the topic he was talking about. I felt sorry for the guys who were forced to sit at the front once the seats at the back were all taken, their faces were usually wet after each class.

"Ha, shloun kan el quiz?" M6ref, a tall lanky looking guy with a clean shaven face asked me once we were out of class.

"Offh sahel," I answered confidently but my mind was completely elsewhere.

"9ej? 3ad kan 9a3b 3nde," he shrugged, his camel toned skin looking brighter in the sunlight once we walked out of the university through a doorway, near the class. We both walked towards a table outside that 3abbas and a couple of other guys sat at, their cigarettes in between their lips, their dark tongues whipping around the tobacco, tasting it on their taste buds before inhaling the poisonous smoke.

"Halla walla Bu Sultan!" 3abbas grinned over to M6ref, engaging him with a hug as a greeting and a slap on the back. I already had greeted 3abbas in the morning, I pulled a free seat and sat onto it, the other guys already giving me grins of welcome.

"Meta betkhale9 classes?" I asked 3abbas, my fingers wedging into the pockets of my shorts, the morning sun bathing my naked legs, hinting winter's farewell.

"Bas bageely one class, at 12pm w ba3dain bakhale9, enta?" 3abbas asked once I had my Samsung out of my pockets and in the palm of my hands. I was eagerly checking Twitter to check if Layal had replied.

"Ana khale9t, an6irik?" I yawned sleepily, I had been up late last night messaging Layal. I clicked over the message icon and saw that there was a new message.

"Eee abeek tetghada 3ndena, ome emsawya mawash roubyan elyoum." 3abbas's eyes were full of hunger, his tongue escaping his mouth to lick his dry lips, letting his cigarette lay over the steel table, resting aside. The smoke whirred around in the wind, I caught a whiff of it, my lungs finding the smoke  delicious to inhale.

"Alllaaah, 7ag el diwaneya elyoum?" Jarra7 was one of the guys, seated with us. His eyes widened in excitement.

"La2 mu 7ag el diwaneya," 3abbas replied.

"3yal shnu 3ashana elyoum?" M6ref tore his eyes away from his blackberry, interested in the conversation.

"KFC, the usual, 3yal shnu?" 3abbas smirked.

"Shm3na Thari biyakil rubyan w e7na KFC? Maleina yuba," Jarra7 laughed.

"Tara entow e'93af 7ail, lazem enwakilkom fast food 3shan timtinoun shway!" 3abbas joked along.

"Agoul, shekly barou7 freej swali7 w bakhith M6ref wyay," Jarra7 shook his head in disapproval, the other guys cracked up. (*freej swali7 is a place full of Arabic dishes like machous delay/dejaj, they deliver it to your house.) 

"7ayakom Allah, goulouly men al7een etha taboun titghadoun 3ndena 3shan adig 3la omy w agouleha etsaweelena akthar," 3abbas gave a welcoming smile.

"Allah y7ayeek ya b3ad chabdy enta bas la2 a9lan ana mashgoul elyoum, khal'ha youm thane." Jarra7 said in between smiles.

"Ee w a9lan elyoun ghadana zubaidi, you know how much I love my fish." M6ref grinned, his teeth baring.

"Khala9 ya jema3a tara ana yi3t al7een," I annoyingly stated, the guys laughing once again.

"Kisar kha6ry Thari," Mishari, a chubby dark skinned 19 year old joined in, his books palced over his lap and a cigarette tucked in between his lips.

"Walla bas enta 7as feene Mishari," I chuckled. I looked back down at my Samsung, drowning out the voices of the guys' conversations so I can concentrate on Layal's message.

"@LayalAlX: Tadree shnu ana mishtehya?:: Pink pasta!"

"@ThariAlX: La la khala9 bamout chithe:'("

"@LayalAlX: Smilla 3leik laish?:o"

"@ThariAlX: Awal shay el shabab all their convos are about food w al7een entay?=))"

"@LayalAlX: Shasawe:: 7aram el bent etyou3?"

"@ThariAlX: A9lan weinch al7een?;p Tara ana bel jam3a."

"@LayalAlX: In class, ugh."

"@ThariAlX: Maths?=))"

"@LayalAlX: Shdarak?::"

(*The smiley "::" or "=))" means the laughing face, both are the same.)

"@ThariAlX: Gilteely ams ench tikriheen shay esma maths w ham gilteely ena it's your first class today.;p"

"@LayalAlX: You remember?"

"@ThariAlX: Tara kan ams, mu gabel chem shahar. =))"

"@LayalAlX: Lool eee bas I didn't think you were really listening. ;p"

"@ThariAlX: Afaa, I don't listen? Al7een ana ga3d asoulif wya mnu?"

"@LayalAlX: Uhmm madre, mnu?"

"@ThariAlX: M3ach entayy, mnu 3yal?=)) Fa akeed I'll listen, it's Layal, it's not anybody.;p"

She took a while to respond, I guessed she got caught up in class, I was about to let go of my phone to engage back into the guys' conversation but my Samsung vibrated, indicating that I got a reply on messages. I looked down, hoping to find a reply from Layal but it was from someone else instead. The name just made me twinge in annoyance.

"@BdourAlX: Tharouyyy abe ashoufeck;( weineck? Bel jam3a?"

I ignored her and scrolled back up to find Layal finally answering my message on Twitter.

"@LayalAlX: I don't believe it, Thari being sweet?:p"

"@ThariAlX: Awal mara etshoufeen this side of me y3ne?;p"

"@LayalAlX: Maybe."

"@ThariAlX: Al7een shm3na you're not being sweet to me too?"

"@LayalAlX: Bassss."

"@ThariAlX: Lazem athakrich?;p"

"@LayalAlX: Thari laaaaa2! You promised!"

"@ThariAlX: Gilteely ena you liked me. :p"

"@LayalAlX: Ba7girik. :)"

"@ThariAlX: Afaaa. :( A9lan tigdireen t7gireeny?;p"

"@LayalAlX: The8a. :: Yalla al7een ba6la3 men el class, akheeeeeran!"

"Thari, tabe shay men Starbucks?" Mishari's voice caused my head to shoot up suddenly.

"Ha? La2 mashkour," my eyes travelled to the right, and the university windows showed me the corridors inside. We were sitting right next to the glass window, we got the view of girls rushing out of a class. One of them was a smiling Layal, her smile aimed at the thin girl walking next to her. Layal wore a Louis Vuitton belt over a simple black turtle neck sweater, dark veil, brown knee high leather boots and jeans.

"@ThariAlX: Eee shftch tawa."

I watched Layal, she stopped in her track, her eyes peering over her iPhone, probably reading my message. She quickly looked around her, trying to find me.

"@LayalAlX: Huh? Wein?"

"@ThariAlX: Jidamich. =))"

Her eyes widened at my message, she looked up, as if she was going to find me standing in front of her but she realisation struck her once she saw me sitting outside, my eyes peering right at her through the window. Her eyes met mine, I didn't know why but I looked away once she caught me.

"Shfeek ga3d ti'97ak?" 3abbas was watching me, his questioned dwelled the fact that my smile was huge.

"La2 wela shay bas gareit broadcast yi'9a7ik," I lied, since the guys were seated around us and I didn't exactly broadcast any of my business to them. I looked back down at my Samsung, expecting another message from Layal.

"@LayalAlX: Lool! Eee twne ashoufk, ma 3ndk class?"

"@ThariAlX: La2 khale9t:p entay?"

"@LayalAlX: Omw (on my way) to my next class now."

"@ThariAlX: Looool=)) 6i7say."

"@LayalAlX: Wow you're so nice Thari Al-X, so nice. :c"

"@ThariAlX: Kesertay kha6ry, khala9 asif asif, tabeene a7'9ir bidalch?;p"

"@LayalAlX: Walla el fekra 3ajeeba bas yabeelik wig w 7umra 7amra. ::"

"@ThariAlX: La khala9 ensay ma ra7 asaweeha =)) shrayich ayeeblch pink pasta ma tz3leen?"

"@LayalAlX: Men weinlk pink pasta?"

"@ThariAlX: I can cook. ;p"

"@LayalAlX: Adre it's off topic bas 3ade as2lk su2al?"

"@ThariAlX: Go ahead."

"@LayalAlX: Do you smoke?"

"@ThariAlX: No, do you?=))"

"@LayalAlX: Enta feek shay elyoum?:: Akeed fa9l, wla sherabt shay?::"

"@ThariAlX: Agoulech el9ij?"

"@LayalAlX: Goul."

"@ThariAlX: EL9ara7a bas mistanes 3shan ga3d akelmch 3adel. Finally."

"Thari?" A sweetly toned voice called me. I suddenly looked up to find Bdour standing in front of me, her gleaming eyes furious to have caught me messaging on my Samsung, clearly ignoring her message.

Problems with chapters.

Chapter 20&21 ARE available, look down and you'll find them, problem is that they're not in order. I can't seem to find a solution yet, unless I delete all my chapters and re-post them, I might do that tomorrow or after tomorrow if I don't find a better solution.

Chapter 20: http://v-ie.blogspot.com/2012/09/le-chase-chapter-20.html

Chapter 21: http://v-ie.blogspot.com/2012/09/le-chase-chapter-21.html

Le Chase Chapter 21

Okay second chapter now, and it's now 4:03 am. Running out of ideas already, yalla I'll make up stuff as I go. \o/

Chapter 20: http://v-ie.blogspot.com/2012/09/le-chase-chapter-20.html

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Was this girl serious? She was going to threaten me?

I knew exactly how to deal with her.

"@******: 7beebty asif walla;* kent mista3eel w nafseety kanet kh*ra, sam7eeny?:$"

"@BdourAlX: Ooooh:$ la la 3ade 7beeby:$ awal mara etnadeeny 7beebty hehe."

Ghabeya. I snickered to myself as I typed up the next message, I was now on 3abbas's comfortable couch in the diwaneya, sleepiness threatening to overtake me.

"@*******: Ya 7alat'ha tisti7y;*"

"@BdourAlX: Hehe:$ yalla enshallah next time enrou7 starbucks mu lazem tiyee elyoum, and next time we'll be alone, oki?:$"

"@*******: As you wish babe;*"

"@BdourAlX: Hehe:$"

Her 'hehe's' were starting to annoy me, I didn't realise how much a girl would use one expression so many times before. I knew she would threaten me again in the future if I stopped sugar coating my messages for her, I needed something on her, so she would keep her mouth shut.

"@*******: 7beebtyy mu 3ndch 9oura w entay eb bikini?;*"

I was definitely not going to see that picture, I just needed to keep one for safety measures.

"@BdourAlX: Naughty:$ I'll send it to you on whatsapp, what's your number?"

Well that was easy, I thought she would at least say that we had to be closer or we had to have known each other better before she'd send such a picture. This just made my judgement about her even more true, I sent her my second number, the one I didn't usually used and it was in my blackberry phone. I didn't want her to have my permanent number.

In a few minutes, she sent me a bikini photo on Whatsapp, I saw it from the outside but I didn't click on it, it took a lot of will not to. I kept it in my blackberry picture folder, I was going to threaten her with it if she ever threatened me again with the blog. I wasn't an idiot to fall for a girl's evil plan, she was the idiot to fall for mine.

"@BdourAlX: What do you think of the picture?:$"

"@*******: Wai3. Next time you threaten me, think about that picture being sent to every guy in Kuwait "baby". ;*"

And with that, I blocked her and unfollowed her. I wish I could have seen her expression when she read my message, I bet it was priceless. This was just too easy, too freaking easy. I decided to follow request Layal on my personal twitter, if she accepted then that would mean she wasn't mad or anything, right?

That afternoon, I fell asleep for 8 lovely hours. 3abbas forced me awake afterwards for our football match. We both changed into our sports clothes (which consisted of shorts and a Barca shirt) and headed out, my body felt untrained and weak but after tonight, it'll be tired and sweaty from all the exercise. It was a feeling that I loved.

Once we were at the field, there already were guys surrounded everywhere, stretching or on their phones, or just talking to their friends. I dumped my bag which held a towel, 3 water bottles and extra clothes if I needed to change.

The game lasted 2 hours, we would usually play for ages and take a break in between, the rush and the sudden heat in the winter felt great. My muscles were sore and throbbing after the long match.

"Benrou7 jam3eyat Al Zahra, yalla bitiyee?" Ghanim, a tall rugged and muscled friend of mine patted my back as I was trying to look for my water bottle in my grey sports bag. The water had stayed cold because of the chilly weather, even though my skin felt lava hot.

"Ma feeh shay." I said with a confused expression.

"Offh kela gaz, min 9ijik? El'9aher wela mara ri7t'la at 11pm." Ghanim grinned. I didn't feel like going there to hook up with girls, they gave me a headache, especially that Bdour.

"I'll pass." I slipped off my shirt that was soaked in sweat and threw the rest of the water from the bottle over my hair, letting the water dribble over my heated skin. The wind rushed into me, cooling me off, causing me to shiver. I felt refreshed again.

"Yalla 3ad." Ghanim nagged at me, 3abbas walked over to us to continue the nagging contest.

"Shnu bitsawe? Etrid el diwaneya? Maku a7ad a9lan." 3abbas tried changing my mind.

"Waray jam3a bacher." I gave an excuse.

"W etha?" Ghanim laughed mockingly, he was in his twenties and he was on a break from everything, so he had no job, he only had time to waste.

"Hff okay okay." I surrendered, the guys were stubborn as heck and I knew they didn't mind nagging at me all night. I pulled a Abercrombie hoodie from my bag and pulled it over the naked first half of my body before following the guys.

3abbas and I used my car, the other guys drove in their own. 3abbas kept turning up the volume of various songs on the radio, he was definitely in a party mood whereas I, just wanted to sleep some more. I was pretty sure I was going to be tired as hell tomorrow morning and grouchy too.

"Hey, ley meta bitiktab 7ag el blog?" 3abbas asked me as I drove towards the road that led us to Al Zahra.

"Madre, laish?" I shrugged.

"Tara yifashel." 3abbad bluntly said.

"W laish yifashel?" I snapped.

"Ryal shkubrik takteb 3an qi9at 7ayatik?" 3abbas chuckled, clearly mocking me.

"A9lan gareita?" I challenged him.

"L-la2..." 3abbas answered in a quiet tone. I didn't bother saying anything else, 3abbas was starting to piss me off recently, I wanted to get out of his property already so I didn't have to stay quiet with my comebacks. He had no idea what I put myself through so just he wouldn't get in trouble with his own parents.

I parked the car in front of the super market, about three other cars followed me, holding most of the other guys. The rest of them decided to go home, some of them already were married and had kids so I didn't blame them.

We entered the large building, in front of us it took us towards the actual super market but to our left, it held stores for 3abayas or cakes, to our right were other stores, and most importantly, the cafe Starbucks, where all the "gaz" (gaz = flirting in slang) happened.

The cafe was packed with guys and girls, all of them probably had an early morning to get up to tomorrow but they didn't seem to care as they gazed at any other good looking person with longing.
The guys poured into the cafe to order but 3abbas and Ghanim stole the table that was right next to about 5 teenage girls who had their face caked with make up and their manicured hands holding onto their steaming hot coffees.

"Thari, t3al." Ghanim waved me over. I sat besides him and the girls ignored our presence but 3abbas didn't take this as a warning to back off, he simply stared at the girl with the long hair, her body thin but elegant. She was the only one in the group that didn't have so much make up on and she was definitely 3abbas's type.

"Shal sha3ar el 7lu." 3abbas whispered in a husky voice, the girl that sat nearest to him shot him a dirty look. I gave them a helpless expression.

"Yalla 3ad, tara they're young." I said to 3abbas, who was still trying to get the long haired girl to notice him.

"Ush." 3abbas hissed over to me in annoyance.

 "3abbas shouf hathee ga3da etkhizik." Ghanim smirked, pointing over to a girl that didn't look good looking at all and her clothes were too tight, too revealing and it cried out "desperate" and "easy". 3abbas's two favourite words.

"Offhh, shlabsa hathee?" 3abbas laughed, making sure the girl heard him.

"I bet you can't get her number now." Ghanim smacked 3abbas's arm, laughing at him ocne he noticed that 3abbas pissed the girl off.

"Watch me." 3abbas winked at both of us, he left the table and made his way behind the girl. She was standing in the line for her turn to order and 3abbas made it seem like he was waiting too but I saw his lips mouth. He was whispering to the girl and she was listening alright, she was trying her best not to smile.

The next thing I knew, 3abbas got out his blackberry and then it was the girl's turn to start whispering, the words that I could read from her lips were numbers, she was giving 3abbas her number and 3abbas was recording them into his Porsche blackberry.

In a few minutes, he came back to our table with a satisfied smile on his face. He dialed the number in front of us and kept it on speaker. A ringtone jingled out loud, we turned around and it was the girl's phone ringing. She answered it and at the same time, we heard her deep voice through 3abbas's phone:

"Aloo?" She tried to deepen her voice in a seductive way.

"Walla enik rayal!" Ghanim let out a deep laugh and slapped 3abbas's back. 3abbas didn't bother replying to the girl, he hung up on her and looked proud of himself.

"Tawik etla7i'9?" 3abbas replied in a confident voice which only gained him another proud smack on the back from Ghanim.

"Offh offh 6a3 hathee, bsr3a." Ghanim's eyes nearly widened and his gaze was on someone in front of us. I quickly turned around and found a girl, maybe 163cm tall, her slender body was clothed in a comfortable looking and loose sweater, she wore denim leggings and slender boots, a dark veil framed her familiar face.

Layal.

"Hmm shekilha thgeela." Ghanim inspected her. "Now watch me get her number."

Le Chase Chapter 29

“Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere.” 
― Albert Einstein

*Note: my stories aren't true, they are all purely fiction. I had to say it again because one of my readers thought this story was true. I'm not anonymous. And I am also not 18, I turned 16 recently (24/07/1996) and yes I go to a university, British system allows you to graduate in Year 11, plus I went to high school earlier than everyone, hence why I am so young and already in my first year at uni. This is so I don't need to answer this question again and again.

Thank you @DanahAO & @ReemaAlSheikh for the help!:*

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"She uses an iPhone right?" 3abbas asked me, as his leg lazily drooped over under him, on his canopy bed. I stood right besides him, my eyes looming over his laptop and gadgets. 3abbas was always the tech nerd in the group, even though his appearance always gave him the stereotypical jock title, the one who looks all buff and big yet has no brain, 3abbas was the exact opposite of that stereotype.

"Yeah but it's switched off, how can you track her?" I scratched the back of my head nervously, scared that 3abbas would tell me he couldn't do it. He tracked down his sister Hessa last year when she supposedly "ran away" to create some statement to her parents. That was when she was 16 years old, she was reckless, still is and always made sure she got what she wanted. If her parents said no, she'd do something crazy, which for her, was running away last year. Too bad her brother was a tech freak, he tracked her down in the next hour. She was in the local supermarket, shopping to waste time.

"I have my ways, be patient." 3abbas grinned, his hands effortlessly typing in such a fast pace over his Mac laptop keyboard. He had another HP laptop next to it, already open and running. I couldn't understand what he was doing, he had loads of browsers open at once, as well as the Appstore on his Mac laptop.

"Shnu ra8amha?" He asked whilst biting his bottom lip, too engrossed into his plan.

"99231***," I answered. He typed the number in, the tick tacking of the keyboards filling my ears. I pulled 3abbas's black sponge-y chair, sitting right onto it, watching 3abbas work. His room squarely shaped with a hang on TV screen, a ps3 laying around on the dark maroon carpet, the curtains were drawn apart and we had the view of the deserted street in front of his house.

"Found her." 3abbas's grin grew wider.

"What?! Where?!" I jolted out of my seat, standing over him once again.

"Here's the address, uhm.." 3abbas looked hesitant to give me the address.

"Shnu ohwa?" I impatiently asked. He turned his laptop around so I could see the screen. I squinted at the bright blare for a second before my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I read the following address, of a house in Surra (a 'man6aqa'/'city' in Kuwait). A house I didn't know.

"Yalla khan rou7!" I suddenly exclaimed, ready to find my mom.

"Hey hey, ma ra7 negder enrou7 al7een." 3abbas killed my excitement.

"Laish?" I huffed.

"It's nearly 11pm, it's too late. Ma en3arif mnu sakin bel bait, 3aib. Enrou7 bacher el'9uher." 3abbas was more realistic than I was.

"Lazem?" I sighed. "It's my mom."

"We can track again tomorrow to check if she left, be patient." 3abbas shook his head.

"Okay okay." I agreed. "Mashkour 3abbas, walla ta3abtik."

"Shd3wa Bo Zaid," 3abbas gave me another one of his wide easy grins.

"Yalla ana bamshy, tamr 3la shay?" I felt more at peace now, at least I knew where Mom was. There was still the fact that I'm probably going to have a little sister or a little brother who was half related to me in 8 months but it wasn't all that bad, right? I was trying to be positive, but the fact that my Dad just became a bigger a**hole lately and his wife has been pestering my sister, trying to replace my mother, wasn't going to change. Positivity wasn't exactly going to change that fact.

El7amdellah 3la kl 7al, I thought to myself. At least I still had clothes on me and a home I could sleep in. If Dad didn't kick me out again, that is.

"Salamtk yal 7beeb." 3abbas said before I left his room. 3abbas's house only had one floor but they had a wide spread of land that the house and diwaneya were built on, so they didn't need an extra floor. There were vases that held different kinds of 3abbas's mother's hand picked flowers everywhere, it gave the whole house a very rosy scent. I was walking down the hallway, past the doors of the rooms in the house, at the end of the hallway, was there entrance door, near it was a another hallway leading you to the large living room. I was holding onto my car keys whilst I left the house, walking past the garden and to where the parking area was.

"Mohammed, I'm standing outside right now, you can't see me? I gave you the address, you brought me to this house more than two times already. No no, I'm telling you, you're at the wrong house because I can't see you or the car anywhere. Mohammed I didn't go to a different house, it's the same house, Hessa Al-X's house!" It was a familiar voice. I stared right in front of me. It was Layal's back, standing a few feet away. I could see her more clearly now, she had a dark denim jeans that were being hugged by a pair of long brown boots, a loosely tied red scarf was flowing around in the wind behind her. She was too busy on the phone, probably talking to her driver, to notice me or notice that her scarf was about to fly away.

"Mohammed, the house is wide with a garden and a diwaneya, it's house number 32." Layal sighed impatiently, her boot tapping over the concrete floor. Soon enough, her scarf swirled around once more before leaving her covered neck, flying towards me and the next thing I knew, all I could see or feel was a huge red see through material, trying to stuff itself into my face.

I grabbed the scarf, taking it off of my face. I was expecting Layal to notice me standing behind her by now but she was still on the phone.

"No no, it is not a pink house Mohammed, and it does not have flags of Spain and Lebanon on the roof. Where the hell did you drive to?" Layal kept on talking into the phone, her beige turtle neck that was accompanied by a puffy vest now naked of a scarf.

"E7m." I coughed, my deep voice startling her. She turned around quickly, her face fearful for a second, but then her expression turned to recognition once she saw me and my grin.

"Oh Thari, khara3tny." She sighed and suddenly turned her attention back to her phone. "No no Mohammad, I know you don't understand Arabic, I wasn't talking to you."

"Layal," I tried to hold back a laugh, watching her being so annoyed amused me.

"What do you mean Mahboub? It's Layal on the phone, hello? Mohammed? Hello?" Layal continued on, staring at her phone in shock. I was guessing her driver hung up on her.

"Layal." I said again, but this time I was chuckling, I couldn't keep the laugh in any longer.

"Thari ma yi'9a7ik," Layal sighed but she had a smile playing on her lips.

"Mahboub? Mnu Mahboub?" I laughed even harder.

"Madre 3ana, faj2a ga3d yisolif bil Hindi w ga3d yigouly 'Mahboub'," Layal laughed along, her laugh was enjoyable to listen to.

"Al7een Layal, your scarf?" I was holding her scarf behind my back.

"Umbay my scarf, weina?!" Layal suddenly started looking around her, her hands grasping her neck, finally noticing that her scarf was gone. I got a good look of her face this time, she had more make up on than last time, thicker eyeliner and nude lips that showed off how plump they were.

"This?" I finally pulled her scarf from my back and let it wave around with the movement of the wind, but I was grasping the material to stop it from flying away again.

"Enta makhtha?" Layal crossed her arms over her chest, her alerted face melting away once she saw my mischievous smile and her scarf in my hand.

"It flew away when you were on the phone," I chuckled again.

"How long were you standing there?" Layal cocked an arched eyebrow. She didn't seem so shy anymore and I liked the confident Layal, even though the shy awkward one was cute too, but she didn't manage to talk that much or carry a conversation when she was shy.

"Not that long yal Mahboub," I took a step forward, seeing her smile close-up. I stretched my arms over her shoulders, wrapping the scarf around her neck, careful to make sure I didn't touch her, only the scarf did. She watched me silently, she seemed surprised and I was too fast, I knotted the scarf and quickly took a step back before she could word a protest. I caught a whiff of her vanilla scented perfume, making me want to take a step closer once again but I fought the urge to, I knew if I did it again she'd probably stop me or take a step back.

At the same time, Layal's iPhone started to ring. She answered it without hesitation, taking the sudden interruption with wide open arms.

"Mohammed? You're here? Great! Oh, the backdoor? Okay I'm coming." Layal said, her face full of relief. She hung up and looked up at me once again, I suddenly noticed how short she was compared to my tall height.

"Wi9al?" I asked, trying to break the silence between us. Layal's cheeks, as well as her nose, were turning a bit red. I knew the nose redness was because of the cold weather but the cheeks? Hmm, was it the scarf thing? I knew for a fact she was shy again, she seemed more quiet and closed off from before. I always wonder what goes through her mind.

"Eee." She quietly answered, making this a cue for her to leave.

"Layal, bas2lch so2al bas abeech etjawbeeny." I honestly said.

"It depends on the question," She replied hesitantly.

"So you won't answer?"

"Giltlk, it depends." She shrugged, lowering her light eyes to the ground, unable to meet my gaze.

"Are you hiding something from me?" I teased.

"Is that the question?" Layal bit the inside of her cheek.

"La2, there's another one too, bas ma jawabtay." I grinned.

"Everyone has secrets," Layal stated, avoiding my question.

"I told you mine when I was just an anonymous blogger to you," I reminded her.

"Al7een shnu el su2al?" Layal finally looked up and met my gaze, her cool eyes staring into my dull dark ones.

"When we were messaging on twitter, you told me someone was a jerk to you in work," her face quickly flushed deep red, she probably knew where I was going with this. "And... you told me you liked him too, was it really me? Do you actually like me in that way?"

Layal's iPhone began to ring again. Her phone started to annoy me, it had the worst timings. Honestly.

"Mohammed? Yes yes I'm coming walla, I just er, forgot something and had to go back." She lied, she quickly passed me and didn't look back. I watched her walk off, without answering my question. I was astonished.

My shoulders slumped a bit as I walked to my car, not having an answer to a question that was really important to me. I wasn't stupid, there were hints here and there but I still wanted to hear it from her. No more hints, just the plain truth.

I pushed the my car keys into the ignition once I was in the sleek Range Rover, before I twisted the key to start the engine, I heard the familiar "beep!" that told me I had a new notification on Twitter. I puleld my Galaxy out of my pocket, clicked over Twitter and clicked over the "direct message" button.

I read the following new message, that also caused my smile from ear to ear.

"@LayalAlX: Yeah, it was you. I mean, yeah you seemed like a jerk at first but then I was wrong. I was talking about you all along when we were messaging. I like you Thari. Please la etfashilny aw shay whenever we see each other next, okay?:p I answered your question, happy?" 

Le Chase Chapter 28

Second chapter today, it's short though. :p Yes I'm on a roll, I'm home all alone and I'm in quite the writing mood today. (I haven't written in ages ugh:c always have no time, finally I have time!) Oh and for the people who ask me where I get my ideas from, I actually have no source. Whenever I write a post, the ideas just come as I write, I usually don't plan but sometimes if I do, something always has to change in my plan. If that makes any sense. Anyways, that's also kind of why I take ages when I write.

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"Thari en6ir!" I heard 3abbas call out after me once I left the diwaneya. The girls looked startled by me, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Oh my God, Layal that's him." Hessa hissed to Layal, her fresh light features not as attention grabbing as Layal's in the dark. Layal's coloured eyes stared right at me, her lips pursed, unable to mouth a word.

"Thari?" Layal blurted out before she could stop herself. Hessa gaped at Layal, her eyes turning from Layal and I, trying to understand what's going on.

"Et3arfeena?!" Hessa hissed at Layal venomously in a jealous tone.

"Hey yal 7*meer wein r7taw?" A new squeaky voice joins the conversation. I look to find a girl, tall and quite chubby, her curves shown off by her Moschino belt that hugged her dress against her. She had her curls down to her waist, her oval face looking from me, to Hessa and Layal in confusion.

"Lujaino," Hessa grunted in annoyance, feeling embarrassed that the girl, so called "Lujain", had freely used such language in front of me.

"Shlounkom, shakhbarkom banat?" I tried to hide my clenched angry fists by digging them into my pockets. Amused by the girl's sudden awkwardness and shyness.

"We're go-" Hessa's flirty voice was cut off by another more deeper voice.

"Thari fahemt ghala6, shfeek 3a9e- Oh." 3abbas huffed out in annoyance at first but then noticed the crowd of girls in front of us. Now he grew awkward and rather stiff.

Since when was 3abbas awkward?

"Hessa shfeech ga3da bara bel 7adeeqa? Dishay dakhel yalla," 3abbas turned into the big brother and ignored the sudden awkwardness.

"Uhm, 3abbas." Hessa gave him an annoyed glance, her bangs tickling her long eyelashes. I turned to look at 3abbas, his eyes were on Lujain. She had her largely shaped eyes down at the ground, her cheeks suddenly rosy.

Was I missing out on something? 

"Uhm, e7na zeineen el7amdellah." Layal answered my question, her honey toned voice grabbing my attention once again. I noticed Hessa's arm jabbing Layal's waist in annoyance, Layal yelped a small "ow!"

"Hessa!" 3abbas regained his maturity and turned back into the big brother once again. I was guessing he was done with staring at Lujain, but isn't he supposed to be staring at Layal? My anger melted away and I was now simply curious.

"Okay okay benamshy, ffh 7aram atmasha?" Hessa complained in a snobbish tone, ushering her friends towards the house. Layal kept her eyes away from mine, looking confused herself.

"7asesetny we're on a beach in Maldives al7een," 3abbas shook his head at his sister, but his eyes followed Lujain's tall frame as it disappeared into the shadows.

"Thari, enta fahem el salfa ghala6." 3abbas finally said once we both knew the girls were gone.

"Fee salfa b3ad?" The jealousy in me got the best of me.

"Ana mo3jib eb Lujain, mu Layal." 3abbas said in a quiet tone. His words sounded genuine but why would his sister say that he had a crush on Layal then?

"3yal laish Hessa 3abalha enik t7b Layal?" I questioned him, my eyes probing him for an answer.

"That day, Hessa had Layal and Lujain over at our house for lunch. I got Lujain's and Layal's names mixed up, I thought Lujain was Layal. I wasn't having lunch with them, I was just observing them for a few minutes and I must have misheard their names." 3abbas sighed, "So when I asked Hessa about Lujain, I said Layal belghala6 and I only knew that Layal was the girl you liked after I saw you and her. La tifham ghala6, Layal 7lwa bas el9ara7a Lujain a7la, in my eyes."

"W laish tawik etgouly?!" I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Enta ma giltly salfetik wya Layal 3shan agoulk 3an Lujain!" 3abbas started at me annoyingly. "Kent ga3d a7in foug rasek because I wanted to tell you about her too, but you wouldn't open up to me at all w kela emnafis."

"Asif." I sighed, shivering in the cold. "I thought you were trying to be nosy, or trying to flirt with Layal like Ghanim."

"Tadry shnu mishkiltk? Ma titkalam!" 3abbas shook his head at me.

"Gelna asfeen yuba," I grinned, causing 3abbas to pat me on the back, chuckling along.

"Ee 9a7, laish yeit 3ndena elyoum? You're always welcome bas after the conversation at uni, ma hageitik bitzourna elyoum." 3abbas crossed his muscled arms over his large chest.

I knew for sure that 3abbas was the only one who could help me with this, so I took a large gulp of breath before pushing the following words out of my mouth.

"I need you to find my Mom."

Le Chase Chapter 27

Hellooo. FINALLY, it's weekend! And what's best than knowing you'll also have a new post to read when you come back from 6al3atkom or wake up from a nap or maybe there's someone out there studying for a quiz and needs a break (good boys/girls, studying in the weekend, I hope to be like you one day:p). I'm finally done with my maths quiz, yes I might have a Philosophy of Art one coming up this week but hey, it sounds much easier/interesting than numbers. 

W 3la fekrah, I'm a blogger, not someone you can randomly DM and ask them to do your English homework or some exam essay, whatever, okay?:p Do your own work, or how else are you going to learn? 

Now who's up for some action this time? 

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Previously in Chapter 26:

"Shfeek ma seme3t?" He continued on, I spaced out for a second there and he ignored my sudden silence.

"Shnu?" My voice sounded a bit wobbly, I tried to strengthen it against his. His steel gaze hardened as his next words flew easily out of his lips.

"Murty 7amil."

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"Mabrouk." I spat at him, letting him see the pure disgust on my facial expression. I walked past him, not bothering to look at his face because I was pretty sure my father had a meek smile on his face, finding it amusing that he seemed to infuriate me off once again.

"Wath7a!" I shouted once I was upstairs, I banged over her door countless times. She had her door locked and I could hear her muffled sobs, she was still crying and I was pretty sure my dad made sure Wath7a knew about the news too, yet I always thought Wath7a would be happy to have a younger sibling. There was something else going on, but I didn't know what.

As usual, I was the last to know.

"Sh9ar?" Wath7a asked nervously as soon as she unlocked her door and pulled it open, her face had a few wet tears daring to slip further down her cheeks but I could see the harsh marks over her skin where she was rushingly pushing her tears away with the not too soft looking tissues. There was Rihanna's new single playing in the background in her room, probably to drown out the sound of Wath7a sobbing.

"You tell me," I rushed into her room, she stepped to the side so I could shut the door behind us silently, not wanting to grab our father's attention.

"Bizifny etha giltlk," she hiccuped, drawing her wispy fingers through her dark black hair, pulling it up into a weak bun. She was avoiding my eyes, she was embarrassed about her bloodshot eyes, embarrassed that a 13 year old still cried when I was proud of her not losing her emotions like I once did in the past. 

"Wath7a, tell me." I urged, taking a few steps forward so I stood in front of her. I was much taller but her eyes finally looked up, catching mine.

"Mom left the h-house a-a-nd h-his second wife is making me call her 'm-mama', i-it's like she's replacing Mom," Wath7a hiccuped in between her words, her eyes filling up with a new rush of tears, daring to mount over.

"S-shnu?! Wainha omi?!" I dug my hand into the pockets of my trousers to grab my Samsung Galaxy, my fingers fidgeted for a second before they regained control. 

"M-madry Thari! Baba won't tell me, I don't think... I don't think he knows either," Wath7a's voice slowly grew quiet as her words escaped from her lips, causing reality to strike. It seemed to terrify her even more. I was too busy dialling my mother's number, waiting impatiently for the service to kick in so I can get connected to the call.

"Her mobile's switched off," I stared at my Galaxy strangely once I heard the familiar voice of the machine telling me that the contact's mobile is switched off.

"What?!" Wath7a's eyes nearly flew out of her sockets. I tried calling again, and again, and yet again. I had a small flickr of hope ignited inside of me, hoping that she might have changed her mind and switched her phone off last minute, but that hope was soon blown away after the same machine voice, telling me again and again that the contact had her mobile switched off.

"Great, our mom's missing." I sarcastically stated.

"Can't you do something?" Wath7a's eyes were still hopeful once they were on me.

"Madre shasawe," I huffed in defeat, sitting back onto Wath7a's fluffy bed. I rushed my fingertips through my hair, it was growing longer and my headache was growing stronger. I was hoping I could come back home to some peace, yet I was pushed into more problems.

I only knew one person who could help me.

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"3abbas-" I was in a rush, I drove all the way to 3abbas's place and made sure Wath7a wasn't alone at home with Dad, so I dropped her off at one of her friend's houses. I was now in 3abbas's familiar cigarette scented diwaneya, knowing 3abbas, his diwaneya was only full of our friends or any other guys who had joined us, on Wednesdays.

"Bo Zaid," 3abbas looked surprised that I showed up, most likely because of our strained conversation earlier today. Next to him was Ghanim, 3abbas's obnoxious friend, that didn't mind flirting with Layal in Starbucks. I hated that jacka**. 

"Fee shay esma etdig gabel ma tiyee, hatha mu baitik etdish w ti6la3 3la kaifik," Ghanim spat at me, clearly remembering our near physical fight in Starbucks.

"Shtabe? A7ad kalimik?" I clenched my fingers into fists.

"Hadaw hadaw!" 3abbas stood up and stood in between us before we decided to lunge at each other. There wasn't anyone else in the diwaneya, just the three of us and Ghanim clearly didn't know how long 3abbas and I knew each other. 

"Madre shfeeh hal walad, 3a9abe. 9ej yahel, laish tig3ad wyah?" Ghanim hissed under his breath, his icy glare staring right at me.

And that was the last straw. The next thing I knew, I pushed 3abbas to the side (he might have been more muscled but he wasn't as quick as me), my strength empowering his and I crushed the hood of my fist into Ghanim's boney jaw. The hard bone structure of his face dug into my knuckles, a pain shooting right through me. 

"Ofhh," Ghanim groaned out in pain but he quickly regained his posture. With me too slow to get out of the way, he pushed his shoulder against mine, forcing my knees to buckle, my body falling down to the ground. Ghanim's heavy weight grinds into me once he climbs on top of my body on the ground, is knuckles smashing into my cheek bones. The pain was unbearable, his blows were much more stronger than mine was since his hands were a lot more thicker and meatier. 

"Ghanim!" 3abbas shouted, his hands on Ghanim's shoulders, trying to pull him off of me, but Ghanim was twice the size as 3abbas. It had to take at least two men to carry him off of me. My legs were much skinnier than his, I wedged one of them in between Ghanim's legs and dug my knee up to his crotch, hitting him hard on his weak spot.

Ghanim let out a yelp of pain, his arms weakening and his blows suddenly stopping, my face was throbbing yet it felt numb, the punches were hard but the pain was bearable. I made sure to dig in my knee into his crotch one more time, just so his face twists in pain and another yelp rolls of his tongue. Watching him go through pain amused me, I was smirking to myself for a second but then I felt a splash of fresh blood on my tongue. I hadn't noticed my lip was bleeding.

Ghanim was finally pulled off of me by 3abbas. Even 3abbas looked pained, did Ghanim punch him or hurt him by accident? I hadn't noticed, I had my eyes closed, trying to avoid Ghanim's fingers from clawing my eyeballs out when he was attacking my face.

"Entow yahal!?" 3abbas shouted at us, a wash of disapproval on his face. I pushed myself up from the ground, ignoring the nagging pain from my jaw. Ghanim finally also recovered from his crotch pain and stood up from the ground, but instead of standing as I was, he simply walked out of the diwaneya without another word, clearly pissed off at 3abbas for not putting all the blame on me.

"Entow shfeekom? Kel hatha 3la bent?" 3abbas continued on, he looked tired and sick of this situation. I didn't blame him.

"3abbas la etgouly ely sawaah eb Starbucks mu ghala6!" I snapped at him, rubbing off the blood on my lips with my hoodie.

"W enta la etgouly enta ma saweit nefs el 7araka men gabel Thari," 3abbas's word shut me up. 

The sound of two girls giggling in 3abbas's garden silenced us both. 3abbas had a sister who attended AUK, she was attractive but not my type. She took after 3abbas's mother's British features, the light hair and light skin. But what grabbed my attention was that the second female's giggles sounded familiar, I looked to the right where there was a window that showed us a view of 3abbas's mother's beautiful garden. The window was tinted, we could see what was outside but people from the outside couldn't see what was going on inside, so the girls, of course, didn't even know we were watching them, or hearing them...

"Layal shoufay how Mom's so obsessed with her lilies," 3abbas's short sister's voice was hearable. Especially when she said "Layal".

"Hessa you so didn't bring me here for the flowers," Layal pointed out, it was too dark to catch a good glimpse of her but their voices were too loud and the walls of this cream painted diwaneya were too thin.

"3abbas's friends are hot, okay? There's one, he's always around here, sleeping over at our house, madre shisma." Hessa giggled once again.

"Ushh yal ghabeya, tara yismi3oun!" Layal hissed.

"Shaku, the walls aren't that thin. A9lan ever since you visited us two weeks ago, 3abbas kept asking about you. I think he likes you," Hessa grinned in the dark, her words caused my fists to clench once again. I turned to look at 3abbas in horror.

3abbas looked like a naughty little child, who just got caught stealing a piece of candy from the supermarket. 

Le Chase Chapter 26

How's everyone doing? I know I haven't posted in a while, I didn't think university would be this hectic/tiring. Boy was I wrong! Sure, it's different than high school in so many ways, more freedom and all that but it's way more tiring too, a lot less fun when you have to say goodbye to half of your other friends since they're in either other universities or going to study abroad in Ireland or the UK. Allah yiwafighom kelehom, and to all of you readers who have either started a new year in school or a new year in university. I have a maths quiz tomorrow and a dentist appointment soon for this throbbing pain I'm getting from my growing wisdom teeth (ugh). So yes, I'm trying to write whenever I can.

I WILL continue blogging even though university will delay my posts. Thank you all to who didn't pressure me and have been so understanding, I love you guys, you've helped me from day one and I haven't forgotten, I also promise I won't forget it. x

I also got SO MANY new ideas, usually for new stories. Would you like me to start a new one after this one? I might write in advance and only post them once I have at least 3 chapters written, so I won't drive all of you crazy for waiting for the second or third chapter. It's just a thought, contact me on @vieblogue to tell me what you think.

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Previously in Chapter 25:

Even after the "shhh" trick, Bdour didn't budge. After a few minutes, she leaned closer to me so I could catch a whiff of her perfume. It smelt of something intense and strong, it caused me to wince. It wasn't a pleasant smell at all.

Her next words creeped me out even more.

"3ndech 9oura w entay mu labsa 7jabich?"

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-LAYAL-

Her question startled me. It was beyond creepy in a way, even though it was a girl asking, not a guy. However, she didn't even personally know me. What was it to her? A thought about her trying to compare both of us, appearance wise, crept into my head. Was that was she was interested in? Who was the prettier girl?

Well isn't that shallow.

"La2 ma 3nde." I lied, of course I had over 100 pictures of me without my veil (veil=hijab) in my iPhone's gallery. 

"Mu men 9ijech," Bdour's thin yet overly red tinted lips formed a small "o". 

"Girls, now if you would stop gossiping and pay attention." The professor's voice was aimed right at us, his eyes torching us with disappointment and disapproval. Bdour nodded in agreement, giving me a look that said "yeah Layal, listen to the professor for God's sakes."

That look just annoyed me even further.

Next time, I'm going to the lecture late so I'd make sure I didn't get a seat next to this tight cloths obsessed snake.

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-THARI-

"Hey, khatheit aghra'9ik men el diwaneya?" 3abbas asked me as he walked up to our table in Starbucks, I was lounging in one of the seats alone, with my Macbook in front of me, trying to do my research paper for a class. I had left it till last minute, as usual.

"Eee," I shrugged, my fingers typing over the sleek keyboard.

"Shnu, bitrid baitkom?" He continued, he pushed one of the free chairs besides me back to sit.

"Eee, mashkour bas khala9 elyoum barid." I politely said.

"Don't mention it, you're always welcome." He patted a strong hand over my back, I paused and looked at him to offer a smile.

"Ma ga9ert wyay, mashkour." I said again.

"Agoulk don't mention it, shnu ma tifham engleizi?" 3abbas let out a deep laugh.

"7aram ashkirik?" I couldn't help but smile again. 3abbas might be a bit dangerous with his actions but it was very easy to get along with him, he was always the most social in our group of friends.

"Eee, kho ana okhouk mu wa7d ghareeb," 3abbas's grin widened, his light teeth flashing at me. At the same time, an image straight ahead caught my eye. I found Layal walking in front of us, Bdour trying to walk as fast as she was.

Shfeeha hathe ga3da titlazag eb Layal?

It was obvious that Layal didn't want anything to do with her, even though I thought they were friends. Layal had a pained expression on her face as Bdour's lips kept smacking about, probably talking about a subject Layal wanted nothing to do with.

"Ooohhh Bo Zaid," 3abbas hooted, teasing me once he caught me staring at Layal. I quickly turned away, taking my eyes off of her. It was hard to, take my eyes off of her I mean.

"Giltleha?" He pressured on once I had my eyes on my laptop screen.

"Shagouleha?" I acted dumb, avoiding his question.

"Enik t7bha, shnu b3ad?" 3abbas chuckled, the veins in his neck moving around as his eyes squinted in joy.

"Mmm." I groaned in response.

"Thari yikhish 3ane?" 3abbas's dark eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Ensa el salfa." I sighed.

"Fee salfa b3ad?" 3abbas was listening toe every word that escaped my lips, annoying me a bit.

"Maku salfa, el bent metrabya," I shot him a glare.

"Metrabya wela she just isn't interested in Thari Al-X?" 3abbas shot back at me.

"3abbas shfeek? Mu qa9eb agoulk kelshay." I tried to calm myself internally, he was starting to really get on my nerves. 

"Y3ne t7bik?" He continued on.

"What's it to you? Basik legafa." I snapped at him, the fury evolving inside me showing.

"Teghayart wayed Thari," 3abbas suddenly said in a serious tone. I snapped my Macbook shut, tucked it under my arm, stood up from my seat and simply stalked off before my anger caused me to do anything else.

I kept replaying back 3abbas's words in my head when I was in the car, already driving towards my house. Our conversation started off well, it started off more than well actually. And suddenly once he brought up Layal's name, lava erupted out of me.

Was it jealousy or did I actually change?

And if I did change, what was it that changed me? 

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"Thari!" My name was exclaimed by a young female teen's voice once I pushed the heavy door of our house open. I found a short Wath7a standing in front of me in her crinkly school uniform, her large dark eyes squinted at me as a long smile stretched along her lips.

"Missed me?" I grinned, she forgot herself and her "13 year olds were too mature" saying, she ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me by force.

"Woaah." I laughed, I couldn't remember the last time I got a hug from her. Her arms felt warm and secure, her face was covered, it was dug into my hoodie as she softly sobbed.

"Wath7a?" I whispered softly and realised that she was crying. Her tears stained the cloth material of my hoodie.

"Shfeech?!" I pushed her away so I could get a look at her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face weary and her tears hugging against her wet eyelashes. She had hints of her black mascara running down her cheeks.

I ignored the thought about how she was too young to even wear mascara to school and tried to concentrate on why she was crying in the first place.

"Wath7a jawbay," I could feel the frown lines over my face as I watched hertry to rub off her wet tears with the back of her hand.

"Wath7a." A stern voice scared the both of us, I could feel my little sister's body jolt in fright once she heard the voice. I let go of my sister, pushed my head upwards and found my father a few feet away from us with his wrinkled yet fearful eyes staring right at us in mere disapproval.

"Yahel? Kibartay 9irtay mara, shfeech tabcheen?" He spat at Wath7a in disgust.

"A-asfa," she stuttered, her shoulders shaking as yet again, she tried to force the tears away but it was as if her emotions neglected her. Numerous tears slipped out of her tear ducts, clouding her vision, forcing her to hiccup when she was trying to mask a sob.

What was he doing here? My mother said he was in another country with his second wife, why the heck was he still here?

"9i3day foug yalla," He commanded my shaken sister, she obeyed and hurried upstairs, her bare feet daring to slip over the cold slippery floors of our house.

"Shitsawe ehny? Akeed omik galetlik tiyee, mu 9a7?" My father aimed his disgusted glance on me, he looked lean and tall in his dish dasha. He had his beard shaven, his light skin much similar to mine and his steady thick eyebrows which looked just like mine. I hated how much we resembled each other.

"Shnu? Ma ra7 etsafir?" I avoided his own question.

"Shal legafa?" A slow grin was placed over his lips as if he was amused by why I was interested in him travelling. I rarely ever asked, scratch that, I never asked him about his traveling because I made it obvious that I didn't give a sh*t about it. His words reminded me of mine, when I snapped those familiar words at 3abbas and probably wounded our friendship. 

"Shfeek ma seme3t?" He continued on, I spaced out for a second there and he ignored my sudden silence.

"Shnu?" My voice sounded a bit wobbly, I tried to strengthen it against his. His steel gaze hardened as his next words flew easily out of his lips.

"Murty 7amil."