"A Summer to Remember..." (6)

As soon we got back to the hotel, I took a shower, and wore my comfiest pajamas which consisted of light and dark pink striped shorts and a peach, short sleeved shirt with a v neck cut.

I quickly got into bed expecting to sleep instantly after this exhausting day, but turns out I was wrong.

See whenever I can't sleep my imagination kicks in.

Therefore I started making up my own fairy tales, which included him of course. I have a wild imagination btw oo sub7anallah mayi6la3 hal imagination illa ib taali ill ail.

ok ibti'67ikoon 3ala the story bas hatha ili kint ga3da at5ayilla, shasawy ya3ni?

Anyways here's the story...

So I imagined me and 3azzam sitting in the lobby's cafe, drinking our coffees and enjoying our time.

I was wearing a one-shouldered maroon dress with ruffles on the shoulder, and he was wearing a crispy white t-shirt, and dark brown pants.

Everything seemed fine until the pianist played the melodies to the famous song "pretty women"...

3azzam suddenly says "ihdaa2" and gets up from his seat and spreads his fingers towards me kindly asking me to get up and dance oo ana kint mista7ya oo min9adma oo mitradida bas i got up.

We slowly strided towards the mini dancing area in front of the pianist.

Suddenly everyone in the cafe starts cheering, and I was blushing unwillingly.

He put his arms around my waist and held my right hand, and I slowly put my left hand on his shoulder.

We slowly danced to the beautiful melodies of this classic song.

While dancing I realized how broad and strong his shoulders were.

How strong his fierce's odor was.

And how mesmerizing his light brown eyes were.

So i looked into his eyes and thats when he suddenly whispers: "you're my angel..."....

Faj2a i started giggling (bil 9ij) oo bil'3ala6 il9ot kan 3aali!

Abaay 7imdillah wilshikir shfeeni?! I thought to myself.

Then faj2a I saw my door opening, willa my father yaai ichayik 3alai.

Baba: "Deema 7abeebti ti7tajain shai? ana banam."

Deema: "laa baba mashkoor salaamtik, oo tu9ba7 3ala 5air"

Baba: "wintay min ahala 7abeebti, agool deema sima3tai 9ot tawwa?"

Deema: "9ot shinu baba?"

Baba: "madry chinni sima3t 9ot, kintay ga3da itkalmeen a7ad?"

Shit. Shbagoola? Bintik ga3da itta5ayal 8i9a9 7ub ma3a 3azzam witdish 3alam thaani ba3dain tindimij wayid wit3eesh ildor oo ti'67ak faj2a? No of course.

So i said: " laa baba wala shay, bas tithakart maw8if '6a7akni"

*seeeeeewwwww-seeeeeeeew-6O5!!!!* ya3ni 9uwaree5. LOL

Baba: "ok 7abeebti yalla sweet dreams"

Deema: "you too!"

My mom slept early fa ma gidart aroo7 agoolaha good night. So I slept straight away.
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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed!

Deema: "aaaakh" while stretching. "a9ba7na wa a9ba7a ilmulku lilaah!"

Gimt min fraashi oo '3assalt oo baddalt.

I wore my favorite true religion jean skinny pants, and a white shirt.
Mabi alibis shay over min 9ubaa7 allah 5air.

Ri7t 3ind my parents room and said good morning!
Mama: "halla 7abeebti 9aba7 il5air"

baba: "hala 7abeebti"

As soon as they finished getting ready for the day, we headed downstairs for the breakfast buffet. The aroma of the freshly cooked hash browns welcomed us.

The waiter guided us to our table and asked for our drinks. For me its always hot chocolate. ALWAYS.

After that we got up and filled our plates with delicious specialties and headed to our table.
7imdillah the food was amazing. It was perfect.

Baba: "haa 7abaybi shnaween tsawoon ilyom?"

Deema: "shopping baba, mafeeha roo7 oo ta3aal!'

mama: "ee 3adil kalaam bintik!"

Baba: "walaain min awalha shopping?! ma tmiloon?" while laughing.

Deema: "laaa2 maanmil, manigdar inmil a9lan."

Baba: "ok min il7een lai ilma'3arb killa 3ala tho8kum, bas bilail 3ala tho8i"

Deema: "laish? shinu tabi itsawi?"

Baba: " abi akil ib hal ma63am il i6aali, 7addi mishtihee, oo marra wa7da ba3zim 3azzam"

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I started recalling the events of my wild imagination yesterday night.

Deema: "oh"

Baba: "laish? 3indich shai?"

Deema: "haa?..uhm laa 3adi mako shay"

Baba: "ok, yalla gumna?"

Mama: "ee yalla"

So we got up and headed to the main entrance to where our chauffeur was waiting for us.
Can't wait to see what embarrassing moments I'll get myself into today....