I wore it and kept my hair as low a bun can be so it doesn't look big at the back when i wear shaila on.
I looked at myself in the mirror it looks weird, but i liked how i looked with shaila on. It's like all they can see is my face nothing but that all the rest of me is nothing but a hidden treasure, i'm actually considering wearing it.
I went to my mum, she was ready but was really anxious and worried. I could see it. "Yma shfeech?" I asked.
"Mafeni shy 7beebty yala nmshi" she replied. We left our house and headed to where the women 5alaf was, which is shaikha's house because it was big enough for all the guests.
"Wain el5alaf?" Asked my mother.
"Bait refejty shaikha 3la ma3t8d"
I replied. She just hmm-ed.
We reached her house. This time there was many cars parked.
We entered and was greeted by shaikha's mother. Her mother had a shocked expression i'm going to guess it's because i look freakishly like her daughter. Which i totally forgot about, it will now officially be very awkward inside. I entered and scanned the place searching for shaikha. There she was sitting next to a lady, someone random i really don't know anyone here. Shaikha looked very pale and very depressed. She lifted her head and a huge smile laid on her face. I greeted everyone and it was more of a "36'm allah ajrkm" chants. I reached to where shaikha sat and gave her the biggest hug i could do.
"36'm allah ajrch 7beebty" i said,
"Ajrna w ajrch" she had teary eyes but smiled anyways.
[Hessa's Mother POV]
I sat there motionless.
I was panicking actually. I shouldn't of come here. I could see his current wife attacking me with her eyes as if i was an unwanted beast among them.
I wouldn't blame her, i didn't care anyways. I just sat there and talked to the woman next to me. I didn't know her but i just tried to kill time.
I scanned the house, it was big last time i remember the house they lived in was smaller than our living room.
I had to provide hessa a better childhood. Apparently he was able to himself, i'm amazed. it doesn't matter i'm living in luxury now and i'm happy.
It has been 2 hours i decided we should leave. I couldn't stay any further.
"Yma hessa gomi" i insisted.
She looked at me and asked for few more minutes. I agreed but told her only few and that i'll call the driver.
The driver arrived, so i got up.
"Yala ana bakon flsayara" i said and after giving everyone a farewell i left.
That's when i saw him.
"Halla halla sharaftena" said my son.
The son i told hessa that he died.
The son i abandoned when he was young. That's how it stayed for several years now.
I had to i couldn't stay. I couldn't stand that life i was in. I deserved better. I took hessa with me too.
I choose her randomly because they're twins so it's the same.
"Halla abdulrahman" i said with a smile.
He looked at me in disgust.
"Wipe that smile off your face"
He coldly hissed at me.
It isn't like i'm his mother.
"E7trm nfsk" i ordered.
"A7trm ely yst78 ele7tram" he said even more colder.
I was shocked by his words, he had all the right, after all he was young and god knows all the trash his father told him about me.
"Shtswen hne?!" He coldly asked more like telling.
"What's going on?" Asked hessa with a shocked expression.
Oh god. She must of heard.
"Hessa 5alnmshi." I ordered.
He hh-ed and said "You have never changed, you're still the same bossy demanding woman that i know" And he turned around and just disappeared in the shadows.
I stood there, frozen.
I was shocked, how much hate he had for me. All these years.
"Yma?" Hessa asked, i could tell how confused she is right now.
"Ensi elmw9'oo3." I said as i went ahead and entered the car.
Hessa kept pushing me to tell her what was going on but i just ignored her.
I didn't know what to say.
I worked hard to keep this a secret.
I didn't want her to know that the person she calls her father isn't even her father.
And it's all so complicated, i wouldn't know how to start and I'm just afraid that i'll lose her after that.
But sooner or later, she'll find out,
and it's going to get ugly, i know it.
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