Trapped

Chapter 3

Diana's POV:

Forced to go back to the room with that boy knowing that he'll never be the one, he's too cute what would he like about little old me, I've got no beauty nothing.

So as I was at the door trying to calm down before I go in, trying not to embarrass myself again I checked my dress looked at my face.

Taking a deep breath I went in,  saw dad and 'him' whom I discovered's name was Ma'an talking.

It was so weird to see dad talk to a boy that was interested in me, looked up at dad silently asking where to sit, signing me to sit beside 'him'.

Sitting beside 'him' *god I need to stop calling him that* it was awkward on so many levels,

1-Being so close to a boy -that's not a relative- in front of your dad.

2-Knowing I'm being judged.

Looking at the floor feeling so so shy these was worst than before, hoping he'll talk so I can finish this quickly, change this dress into my comfy clothes.

As if he had heard my wishes, he started looking at me as if he was trying to make me look up at him.

Ma'an : *taking a sip of his juice* "Did you make this? It's delicious ".

Me : "No it's from the supermarket".

Ma'an : "oh...."

Me : "Do you make your juice at home?"

Ma'an : "No just thought maybe..."

Me : *trying to be cute not on me* *can he please just go*

Ma'an : "Mshallah your name's really beautiful"

Me : of course me being me I had to blush x10 more so I kept my head down covering my face with my hair . "Mmmm thank you, your name's beautiful too"

Ma'an : "your most welcome, dad named me after his BestFriend that passed away. Always proud to have that name"

Me : "oh I'm so sorry may he rest in peace, bet your doing that name justice". 

Ma'an : "You've got nothing to be sorry about, hope I am so you haven't told me who named you?"

Me : *looking at dad* "Well dad how about you tell him the story?"

Dad : "no honey it's okay I'd love for you to tell it, your such a great story teller"

Me : *mentally rolling my eyes* "Thanks dad, Ok mmmm i guess it's like a typical name story mum liked that name so she named me that the end."

Dad : *looked at me* "oh honey you know that's not the story, tell him the real one". 

Me : *screaming in my head GOD why does dad have to make this meeting longer* "Mmm okay so once upon a time their was this cute couple that had a little son who they loved so much, but the father wanted a little girl to call his princess praying day and night to god to bring him his princess. The next day his wife came to him telling him she was pregnant, from that day on every time the thought of his wife bringing him his princess he would put a smile on his face. The last months of his wife's pregnancy was really hard looking for perfect names for his princess, he said he'd call her "Malak" so she could be his princess but still his angel. When his little princess came he looked at her then to his wife smiling he said "I want to name her malak" but his wife didn't like it so she was nameless for a week and half, till her father said to his wife "how about we name her Diana? She'll be as elegant and beautiful as the princess." His wife agreed easily loving how it fitted her, the end"

Dad : *smiled at me* *mouthing 'princess'*

Me : *looking through my lashes to Ma'an he looked lost* *thinking oh my god he got bored* "Sorry it was so long..." "Mmm I'll shut up now" saying in a whisper.

Ma'an : "No no your truly a great story teller, are you a writer?"

Me : wondering *how did he know* "ya English poems, articles, quotes and novels"

Ma'an : "Mshallah that's amazing, so as a career do you wanna be a writer?"

Me : "I wish, If I ever got a chance I'll take it but I'll stick with my studies if that chance came I'll do it at the side"

Ma'an : "I'd love to read some of your writings one day"

Me : "inshallah when the times right"

Dad : "Okay kids it's getting late..."

Me : "DAD"

Dad : "what honey?"

Me : "we're not kids"

Ma'an : *chuckling*

Dad : "your still in my house aren't you?" "Then you are"

Me : "okay dad" in a whisper.

Ma'an : "of course sir, thanks for your time and the beautiful girl's time too"

Dad "our pleasure" "Diana take Ma'an to where your mum and his are sitting"

Me : "of course dad, this way"

Ma'an : "thanks again sir for all your time, inshallah next we'll meet on good terms".

I know you'll never choose me 

Heart bruise

You don't have to be confused

You've got nothing to lose.

-Aceel RD

@misscareful

20-Sep-2014