Deema: “Reeeeeemmaaa!!”
Reema: “Deeemzz!”
I gave her a rib-cracking, bear
hug!
Reema: “aaii aii MY RIBS!!!”
Deema: “sorry!”
Reema: “Shfeech you’re so excited?!
Min na’6ritich a7is 3indich shay bitgoleena!!...oo it involves a guy, right?
Deema: “YES!..wait abay fashla ma
sallamt 3ala your parents oo ta7ammadt lihum bilsalama! Fa sallamt 3alaihum and thats when I saw a cute chubby
girl standing with them.
Deema: “Reemo mino hathi?”
Reema: “Ee nisait agoolich ina my
cousin’s coming too, ihya bint 5alti isimha Tala! She’s 17 and she’s so sweet!
You’re gonna love her 9adgeeni!”
Deema: “ok” so I smiled towards her
and she shyly smiled back.
I hurriedly pulled Reema and sat on
one of the sofas in the lobby and told her everything that happened.
Reema: “No way!”
Deema: “I know!”
Reema: “waaay abi ashooofa!”
And right at this moment, a cute
tanned, muscular guy passed by. 5azna chan yig3ad ib the sofa jidaamna.
Reema: “oooh-kaayy, that was weird”
“ wait Deemo is that him?!”
Deema: “Laa shaku! Awal marra
ashoofa!”
Reema: “okay”
So we just ignored him, and started
talking about our plans for tomorrow.
Reema: “Bacher 7adda binroo7 ba7ar!
I need to tan!”
Deema: “I desperately need a tan
too!”
Reema: “inzain goomay 5antimasha
aby aktishif ilhotel.”
Deema: “ok, 5anshoof ilpool!”
Reema: “laish tabeen bacher inroo7
ilpool instead of ba7ar?”
Deema: “laaa bas bashoofa!!”
Reema: “5ala9 yalla ok”
Tawna yai bingoom chan i6oof
3azzam!
He changed his outfit to beige
shorts (Kuwaiti trademark) and a navy blue and white Hacket shirt, and his
collar was up.
3azzam: “hala Deema shlounich?”
Ok I have to hold myself together I
said to myself! 5allich cool 3ady 3ady!
Deema: “tamam il7imdillah inta
shlounik?”
3azzam: “b5air daamich b5air!”
Then the guy who gave us “The
Stare” got up and came and stood next to 3azzam. Sallam 3alaih 3azzam chan
igool…
3azzam: “Deema hatha 9a7bi Mit3ib
Al-******, Mit3ib hathi Deema Al-*****, bint 9aa7ib oboy, oo….”
Deema: “sorry ma3araftik 3alaiha,
she’s my best friend isimha Reem Al-*****”
3azzam and Mit3ib: “wilni3im”
Reema: “allah yin3am ib 7aalkom”
3azzam: “ so wain bitro7oon?”
Waai sh.hal ligaafa I thought to
myself.
Deema: “ madry yimkin nitmasha
da5il ilhotel niktishif ilamakin ili daa5il oo chithi.”
3azzam: “nice!”
Deema: “yeah, yalla talk to you
later”
3azzam: “ok, take care moo titda3ison!
Tara 5a6ir, ib hal wagt i9eer fee wayid sikaara”
Awww ya7laila! Ok a3tirif that was
cute of him.
So I just smiled and said okay.
As soon as we left Reema said that
the whole time 3azzam couldn’t take his eyes off of me!
Reema: “tara ashkara mu3jab!”
Deema: “waai bas chub chub chub!”
Reema: “eeeh okaayyy.” You know
ma3a nabrat il “i-know-you-like-him-bas-you-just-pretend-you-don’t” kind of
look.
We took the elevator and went to
the pool on the second floor.
Deema: “ilman’6ar iyannin”
Reema: “off! A7la shay sunsets!”
And for some reason, …I wanted
3azzam to be with us… I shook my head and went back to staring at the beautiful
orange sky.
Reema: “ok adri faj2a, bas tara
Mit3ib is cute.” While still staring at the mesmerizing view.
Deema: “yeah, he’s okay.”
“Reema shrayich nanzil nitmasha
3ala ilpromenade?(mamsha area)”
Reema: “ee ok 3ala ra7tich”
So we went down and started
walking, while talking about some of our friends back in Kuwait, you know like
where they are now, and how much we miss them, this kind of stuff.
Suddenly…
Reema: “Deema! 9’o’clock NOW!”
So I quickly turned my view to the
left willa ashoof 3azzam oo Mit3ib ga3deen ib ma63am (fee ma6aa3im 3ala
ilmamsha btw) wiya a girl oo they were laughing and enjoying their time, mbayin
inna 3azzam oo Mit3ib imkayfeen 3ala hal bint.
Ok I hate to admit this, bas she’s
not bad looking, min b3eed at least.
7asaait wayhi 9aar 7aar faj2a.
Reema: “deemo wayhich 9aar a7mar!!
mi7tara haa?;)”
Deema: “shaku?! A9lan…a9lan ta3abt
wana amshi oo ba3dain 7aar!!!”
Reema: “eee rag3ai rag3ai!”
Deema: “ifff!! Reemo shfeech! Jad
gitlich min il7aarr!”
Reema: “eee goolai hal kalaam 7ag
wa7da ‘3airi! Ana 3arfitich 3adil oo I know it when you like a guy!”
So I just stayed quiet and kept on
walking while looking straight ahead.
Throughout the whole journey he was
all I could think of.
The way he laughed with that girl who’s
identity remained unknown really hurted me. I didn’t like what I saw.
I didn’t like it at all.
I didn’t like the fact that he was
enjoying his time with “her”.
After all, I guess what Reema said
is true…
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