Ana w hu - 3

Our first summer

Recap: He heard me get called by my real name, ya3ny 'busted'.

‘What did your cousin call you?’ he asked.

‘What did you hear?’ I kept repeating, unusually casually. I wasn’t sure how I felt. He then asked me who I really was, and I gave in, I told him. He claimed that he knew something was up before I told him, ‘You’re Flan’s sister, aren’t you?’ He asked me, and yes, I was. He said ‘he was eyeing me’ since 6^th grade, creepy, much?

And guess what he did? Nothing. To my surprise, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t leave, he didn’t do anything. And it just continued on as normal. Can you imagine that? Ya3ny fbalich enh awal may3arf the truth klshay bayintihy, w 3gb, mayintihy shay, bl 3aks!

We talked the next day as he was boarding, said our lovey dovey goodbyes and take cares, as if nothing ever happened. A few days after that ‘incident’ we went to Malaysia, and still we talked. It seems the definition of a relationship around here is ‘talking’, don’t you think? When you ask a girl if she’s in a ‘relationship’, you’d say, do you ’talk’. It’s interesting. Anyways, things weren’t going according to plan. Our prank, or mine at this stage, since I hadn’t told my friend S that it actually continued, was failing miserably.

This wasn’t meant to happen, I was glad he found out, it was a burden off my shoulders, but still he was supposed to leave so all this ends! However, I wasn’t even considering leaving or ending it, not the slightest bit. I was so into it and I didn’t even think, just think, about letting it all go. I had forgotten about my family and friends, he quite literally became my everything. I really loved him at that point, and he made me feel loved too.

We came back from Malaysia, he was still in Egypt. When he was away, we didn’t speak on the phone that much, it was mainly texting:

- Halla 7yaty
- Hallah 7abebe
- Sh7alech baby?
- El7emdellah .. winteh?
- Not good :p
- Laish? What’s wrong?
- Umm, inty busy?
- La …

*Phone call*

- Bla bla bla bla

- 'Lu shftyy elm9arwaaa shu sawobna! L7gona ana w 3abood w mhayyer kl wa7d eb gaba! Kasroona mn el’6arb!'

- 'Omg 7abebe laaaish?'

- 'Madry wa7d mn jma3atna shay msawyy chan yseer elma9ry wyzgr elfreej w 6a7aw feena 6ai7h!'

- More bla bla bla bla

-' T3arfeen, ana mab’3ait aramisch 3shan matwalah 3laih, lany mn asma3 9ootch ashtag lich, bs you know I’m glad eny ramastich ''

- 'w I'm glad you did 7abebe'

- More bla bla bla.

I thought it was so cute that he chose me to speak to about being beaten up by a bunch of dudes, I mean, I felt glad that I was the one he went to when he needed to ‘fa6’fi’6’. I felt the same way towards him, hu ely ashkeelh wa6ali3 ely f5a6ry lh w yoom aba shay agoolh, he was my go to guy lol. We had a thing, big time.

He was coming back from Egypt late at night, and I was sleeping over at my Grandparent’s house. I was really tired, and didn’t feel like talking on the phone. I decided I’ll just sleep, even though I knew he was coming back. Next morning I find a few miss calls from him, and I was thinking of an excuse for not answering. True, I was head over heels for him, but all this was new to me. At night, we’d talk for hours, and I wasn’t used to staying up like that, I needed my sleep, and often I’d do exactly that, sleep. Many a time he would call, or I promise I would, but then give in to my dear bed.

The summer holiday was nearly over, and it was almost time for school. I told my M that I was stopping by school tomorrow to pick up the uniforms and books, and yeah, you guessed it, somebody thought it was the perfect time too! Anyhow, I go to school, next morning, try out some uniforms for my little brothers, and as I was yelling back at Ashraf (the driver) to get a bigger size for my bro, some dude entered the hall in a clean cut kandoora and a red cap, gorgeous.