Monday, July 30, 2012

CHAPTER 21

the months passed by quick my mom kept on telling me to go out and have fun but i didnt feel like it . people kept on saying that i became extra thin because i didnt eat that much . i havent heard about jasim or seen him in the passed months . today is the day to  graduate from high school . everyone came to my graduation my family+ my friends + my cousins . this was the first time i had fun since a long time . it was the first time i smiled and this time i didnt fake it .  i stayed all night with my friends and cousins dancing and having the time of our lifes . we finished partying at 4 in the morning . i was extremely tired . as soon as i closed my eyes i slept .

 the next day  i woke up filled with excitement to go to college . i went to the bathroom i washed my face brushed my teeth and i straightened my hair . i decided to wear this 














i went downstairs . i saw my mother and faisel i greeted them . i used the telephone line to call asouma since faisel has my phone . 


me : aloo asouma

asouma : alooo 

me : when are u coming to pick me up ?

asouma : 10 min and ill be there.

me : ok bye

i hung up .

faisel : muneera ta3alay shwaya .

me : inzain .

i was a bit scared . i didnt know what faisel wanted to tell me . i entered the room and faisel closed the door . i sat down in the coach and he sat beside .

 jasim : i know that i took ur phone away and i treated u harsh months ago . im sorry for doing that . what i did was for your own good . so i decided to give you a 2nd chance and i hope that u wont do that again . so here is you phone .


me : thank u ( i hugged him)

i felt relieved and happy that faisel trusts me again . i wont mess it up this time .

*HORN* *HORN* 

me : i have to go now . thanks again bye 

faisel : ok take care c u later bye .

 i left the house and i entered asouma's car . i hugged asouma .

me : im inlove with ur G class <3 <3

asouma : i know :P are u planning to get a car?

me: i have my audi at home. but im too lazy to drive it .

i turned the radio on . as long as u love me by jb was on . 

 asouma: waiiii3 shal'3neya .

me : etwe3ech . u dont have nice taste in music

asouma : la wallah 3ayal sem3ay hal '3neya 

she put 7ussian el jasmi '6air' . i adore his voice .

me : i love this song . 

asouma : mo tawa giltay i have no taste in music .

me : i was wrong . are u happy now ?

asouma : eee  

we continued listening to music and talking about random stuff . after few minutes we reached the college . finally . i cant believe it . im over excited to enter. asouma parked the car and we went out . 

guy 1: hal banat naaaaar kil wa7da a7la min el thanya . 

guy 2 : eee . 


me : wai3 shal ashkal . 

asouma: ee esta'3ferallah ma3alaich minhum . 

i didnt want 2 strangers to ruin my first day in college . i just ignored . we made our  way to the fountain in the middle of the college we sat there waiting for our first mo7a'9ara . it starts in 10 min . i opened my phone and i didnt find jasim in my contact's list . im sure faisel deleted him . i decided to check my twitter . i found many dms from jasim . and the last dm was yesterday . i was surprised how he didnt let go of me after what happened .a tear made its way out of my eyes . i wouldnt be right if i kept on following him on twitter  because i dont want  to let faisel loose his trust in me again . so i unfollowed him . i whipped the tear away before asouma looked at me . asouma and i continued talking . i looked at the time and it 5:05 . omg we are late . 


me : asouma ta25arna 3an el mo7a'9ara .


asouma : ambaaih yallah ebser3a 5anroo7 


we started walking fast toward the place of the mo7a'9ara . we opened the door and the mo7a'9ara already started . i could c the proffesor staring at us with anger , before we can sit down the proffessor said :



proffossor : dont sit down and please leave u are 5 mins late 



asouma : wallah we are sorry it wont happen next time .

proffossor :  no please go out 


we could hear 2 girls giggling  at us in a low voice


  
 

No comments:

Post a Comment