As the rays of sunlight temporarily blinded Rayan, she tried to figure out how she got here. The last thing she remembered was resting her head on the kitchen table with Abdullah by her side, and now she finds herself in Abdullah's room. She looked around and noticed a mattress on the floor, she guessed Abdullah had slept on the floor last night. Cute.
Something was vibrating and it was getting on Rayan's nerve. She got up and spread her hands, feeling the bed, trying to sense what is vibrating and where. Her hands landed on a phone, she pulled it out and smiled, Abdullah must have brought it with her.
She quickly unlocked it as she entered the bbm application. The most recent chat was with Abdullah, he sent her numerous pings and a "good morning sunshine" text. She didn't check when that text was received, she was about to reply to it with a silly happy smile on her face but was surprised when Abdullah walked through the door. She looked at what he had in his hands, surprised. "Original latte, decaf, double shot and a 7aloum sandwech..." he said, "Bel3afia ya 7elwa." and he winked at her. Rayan's jaw almost fell. He was being nice again, he was being the old Abdullah again.
Rayan got up and borrowed one of Abdullah's clean tshirts. She went downstairs where Abdullah had her sandwich and latte properly served to her on the table. She remembered that she had a twitter notification that she didn't check. Stuffing her mouth with her sandwich, she slipped her blackberry out of her pockets and unlocked it. Once she opened up the twitter application and noticed that there was an unread dm, she smiled automatically. She took a deep breath as she read what the dm said.
@Hamad: Good morning you! Sorry I couldn't deliver my promise, your dad kept me busy haha:p. Wanna talk today? Anytime you're free, hit me up!
She smiled as she started typing her reply.
@Rayan: Good morning to you too:p. Its fine, and yes, my dad tends to do that lol:p. I'm free for the whole day, tell me when YOU are free:p.
She typed as she pressed send. She started tapping her fingers on the table and shaking her leg, impatiently waiting for Hamad's reply.
Meanwhile, Hamad was pouring boiling water in his cup of insta-coffee powder. He was spending his weekend in his parent's chalet, hoping to get some fresh air and a chance to spend some time with his friend , Zaid. He grabbed hold of his mug and headed out the door to join Zaid, sitting outside on the shore. "Sa3a? Kel hatha gahwa?" Zaid asked annoyed but in a joking tone. "Eskit enta b3ad. Mo nage9 7annetek." Hamad said in reply. He sunk his feet in the sand, as he pulled his phone out of his baggy pants which he wore when he was sleeping. He checked his notifications and smiled as he saw that he had a new twitter dm. He quickly opened it and read it with a smile. "Teth7ak 7ag menu ent?" Zaid said as he snatchd the blackberry out of Hamad's hands. "Haaaa mn waraay 7amoud! Mno hathey?" Zaid asked while entering her profile and waiting for her avatar to load. Hamad quickly grabbed his phone forcefully, before Rayan's avatar loaded. "Wa7da." Hamad said. "Laa e7lif! 3blaey wa7ed! Shloun chtheyy?" Zaid said in a sarcastic tone and Hamad laughed. "Malek sheghl." he said and Zaid just kept quiet.
@Hamad: I'm free now. Awal shay, shlounech?:p
Hamad typed quickly and pressed the enter button to send. Hamad switched from the twitter application to bbm as he scrolled through his unread conversations. Most of them were this girls that didn't even interest Hamad. He was searching for one chat particularly, he had to go through his contacts twice before he found the person he wanted to talk to. He clicked on the persons profile as his finger flew over the touch screen of his Blackberry torch and clicked on the display picture.
It was a picture of a girl, wearing red skinny jeans and a white tucked in button down top. She was wearing bold red lipstick and thick eye liner. Her face was flawless and her ash brown hair fell perfectly without her even trying. She was pouting as her big brown eyes looked straight at the camera with a hand on her hip. He sighed as he pressed the back button twice and it took him back to the his contacts list. He opened up a new chat with her as he slowly began typing.
Hamad:
Hala bel7elwa;p.
He knew he didn't have to wait long for her to reply, she was the kind of girl that had her phone in her hand all the time and quickly replies to people. It only took her a minute to reply to Hamad.
Fay:
Ahlain:p. Shlounek?x
Hamad smiled, too easy.
Hamad:
Tmam. Entay shlounech?;p
Fay:
Tmam damek tmam x
Hamad:
3saaaaaaaa;p
Fay:
Lool weyak:p
Hamad:
Fayouna mn zman mo shayfech b360.. wainech ma tbayneen?;p
Back to Rayan, she was getting ready to go back home because her father called and said that he needed her help with something. "Namay 3endna marra thanya l'sbou3 3el'yay." Abdullah said as he was standing behind her while she was fixing her hair in the mirror. "Affa 3alaik..." she said, "Cham Abdullah 3endey?" she said as she chuckled. And Abdullah actually started wondering how many men named Abdullah Rayan might know. He managed to smile at her before giving her his back and walking away.
Rayan picked up her phone to call her driver and kindly as him to pick her up, but first, she had to check the dm she got. After reading it she replied with: Tmam el7emdillah, thank you for asking. How are you? Rayan wondered what Hamad could possibly be doing, and she wondered if her ever thought of her yesterday.
Sitting in the car, she tried digesting everything that happened with Abdullah. She realized that he cared about her, and she liked the way it felt. He made her happy, and she liked that too. It felt like Abdullah might have a thing for Rayan, but she pushed any possibilty of that out of her head as she closed her eyes and hoped for a 5 minute nap.
Meanwhile, Hamad was pouring boiling water in his cup of insta-coffee powder. He was spending his weekend in his parent's chalet, hoping to get some fresh air and a chance to spend some time with his friend , Zaid. He grabbed hold of his mug and headed out the door to join Zaid, sitting outside on the shore. "Sa3a? Kel hatha gahwa?" Zaid asked annoyed but in a joking tone. "Eskit enta b3ad. Mo nage9 7annetek." Hamad said in reply. He sunk his feet in the sand, as he pulled his phone out of his baggy pants which he wore when he was sleeping. He checked his notifications and smiled as he saw that he had a new twitter dm. He quickly opened it and read it with a smile. "Teth7ak 7ag menu ent?" Zaid said as he snatchd the blackberry out of Hamad's hands. "Haaaa mn waraay 7amoud! Mno hathey?" Zaid asked while entering her profile and waiting for her avatar to load. Hamad quickly grabbed his phone forcefully, before Rayan's avatar loaded. "Wa7da." Hamad said. "Laa e7lif! 3blaey wa7ed! Shloun chtheyy?" Zaid said in a sarcastic tone and Hamad laughed. "Malek sheghl." he said and Zaid just kept quiet.
@Hamad: I'm free now. Awal shay, shlounech?:p
Hamad typed quickly and pressed the enter button to send. Hamad switched from the twitter application to bbm as he scrolled through his unread conversations. Most of them were this girls that didn't even interest Hamad. He was searching for one chat particularly, he had to go through his contacts twice before he found the person he wanted to talk to. He clicked on the persons profile as his finger flew over the touch screen of his Blackberry torch and clicked on the display picture.
It was a picture of a girl, wearing red skinny jeans and a white tucked in button down top. She was wearing bold red lipstick and thick eye liner. Her face was flawless and her ash brown hair fell perfectly without her even trying. She was pouting as her big brown eyes looked straight at the camera with a hand on her hip. He sighed as he pressed the back button twice and it took him back to the his contacts list. He opened up a new chat with her as he slowly began typing.
Hamad:
Hala bel7elwa;p.
He knew he didn't have to wait long for her to reply, she was the kind of girl that had her phone in her hand all the time and quickly replies to people. It only took her a minute to reply to Hamad.
Fay:
Ahlain:p. Shlounek?x
Hamad smiled, too easy.
Hamad:
Tmam. Entay shlounech?;p
Fay:
Tmam damek tmam x
Hamad:
3saaaaaaaa;p
Fay:
Lool weyak:p
Hamad:
Fayouna mn zman mo shayfech b360.. wainech ma tbayneen?;p
Back to Rayan, she was getting ready to go back home because her father called and said that he needed her help with something. "Namay 3endna marra thanya l'sbou3 3el'yay." Abdullah said as he was standing behind her while she was fixing her hair in the mirror. "Affa 3alaik..." she said, "Cham Abdullah 3endey?" she said as she chuckled. And Abdullah actually started wondering how many men named Abdullah Rayan might know. He managed to smile at her before giving her his back and walking away.
Rayan picked up her phone to call her driver and kindly as him to pick her up, but first, she had to check the dm she got. After reading it she replied with: Tmam el7emdillah, thank you for asking. How are you? Rayan wondered what Hamad could possibly be doing, and she wondered if her ever thought of her yesterday.
Sitting in the car, she tried digesting everything that happened with Abdullah. She realized that he cared about her, and she liked the way it felt. He made her happy, and she liked that too. It felt like Abdullah might have a thing for Rayan, but she pushed any possibilty of that out of her head as she closed her eyes and hoped for a 5 minute nap.
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