Engaged?

Chapter 11

Ma'an's POV:

As I sat in the plane, waiting for take off I remembered the text I got yesterday I'm sure it's Diana who else could it be? -sending- "Diana?"..... W Al7mdullah I reached safely, after I got settled in Jordan.

 I opened the text again and saw it was seen but there wasn't a response, i wondered why did she ignored it was weird. So I decided to call and see how everything's going over there.

Mum: "hay honey, I missed you, I guess all those fit (hot in British) girls in Jordan made you forget your family." -jokingly-

Me: "Al7mdullah wallah mum I really miss you, tsk tsk you know none of them can compare to you."

Mum: -laughing- "how's college and the housing are you settled down alright?"

Me: "Started going to classes at the Royal Jordanian Air Academy. As for the housing I found a house near the academy, the country is really nice talk to dad and come visit me as soon as possible"

Mum: "inshallah honey of course, allah ywf8ak w yysrlak all your studies (prayer in Arabic)"

Me: "Ya I wanted to ask you what happened with the girl?"

Mum: "I called her mum and she said the girl has already gotten engaged"

Me: "....... What engaged??! When and who?" -shocked-

Mum: "I don't know but her mother told me it wasn't an official engagement, because the boy's mother wants them to get to know each other first and see where it go's from there" -calmly-

Me:"..........., isn't she suppose to be my fiancé?!!!" *i remembered the text at the same time who could it be from?*

Mum: "they got there before us" "it was for the best either way" -hushed voice-

Me: "I know that didn't like her from the beginning, the problem is you know that I wanted her and you staled till they got her first"

Mum: "I'm your mother and I know what's best for you, don't think about her God will bring you someone better, only good will happen"

Me: "what I wanted is what's gonna happen"

Mum: "9le 3la Al nbe (like a phase we say it's like calm down) and think of your studies"

Me: "inshallah take care of yourself, say hi to dad and goodnight"

Mum: "of course inshallah, you too take care of yourself and goodnight"

After I finished the phone call I went to sleep.

The next day after jama'ah prayer in the mosque I went back home and thought I've got a bit of time why don't I get dressed up today, dressing up in a pair of dark jeans and black V-neck.

As I was in college i remembered the text, who could it be from, I sat there thinking about 'those days', what's weird is that were there really people that still had my number *it's funny thinking about it*.

Finishing my classes, walking out of the academy by mistake I bumped into a girl.

Me: *isn't she a beauty* oooh sorry i didn't mean to bump into you, did you get hurt"

The girl: "no I'm the one that's sorry, It was my fault"

Me: "are you in our academy?"

The girl: "no me and my friend were suppose to meet up here so she can take me home but she just canceled, telling me she got busy"

Me: "ooh, that's not a problem I'll take you, if you don't mind...."

The girl: "mmmm okay"

Me: "just a thought but you kinda look familia"

The girl: "oh really?" -her mouth went into a small O-

Me: "you just reminded me of someone...."

The girl: -smiled-

As we were walking we started to talk about ourselves, majors and stuff she turned out to be a Jordanian that lived in Saudi (jeddah), her major was design. 

Reaching her house at her door.

The girl: "Come,eat some lunch with us your more that welcomed and drink a cup of coffee."

Me: "no I won't bother you, next time inshallah"

The girl: "okay I won't take more of your time"

Me: "just a thought we we kinda didn't get to know each other's names"

The girl: "I'm Judie"

Me: "I'm Ma'an, it was a pleasure talking to you"

Judie: "the pleasure's mine, don't forget you said that you'll come and eat some dinner next time"

Me: "hhhhh, it was a blast don't worry inshallah, this is my number" -handing her my number-

Judie: "take care"

Me: "you too"

After that I went to gym, had dinner with the boys, talking, having fun it turned out it was 12 so basically that means my day ended.

As I reached home my phone rang.

Me: "Hla (hi in Arabic) Sa'ad, how are you man? Missed you"

Sa'ad: "Hla bek (the usual reply to Hla) Hla bl engaged Hla ble passed us over"

Me: -laughing- "engaged? Engaged what?" -confused-

Sa'ad: "really man you throw a couple of words at that time and think I'm that stupid to understand them"

Me: -laughing- "easy Mr I can catch it while it's flying"

Sa'ad: "you know it, wallah you guys are getting all high and mighty, one's getting married, 2 are engaged"

Me: "Yallah 38bal ma nfr7 fek Ya 7beb 8lbe (a saying you say when someone congrats you on your proposal or wedding if your not married or engaged already it's like saying your next inshallah) but I haven't proposed yet, she kind of got away I'll tell you about it tomorrow I wanna sleep now. Mashallah who's the other one that got engaged too?"

-Aceel RD

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Mum and dad's little conversation

Chapter 10

I know I don't write any notes and stuff, but I really really wanted to thank my amazing cousin for helping me basically write the chapter, you know I love Ya even when I say I don't. ❤️

Diana POV:

As the week went on, I remember walking through the living room hearing mum and dad's hushed voices.

Mum: "so honey what do you think of Fares?"

Dad: "wallah he's a respectful boy, well raised and known, asking about him more I found out his prayers were persistent in the mosque too."

Mum: "mashallah God bless him, I asked about them and Fares, found the same things as you did a respectful, well known family."

Dad: "I think we should let them talk and get to know each other, if there was any good in it God will ease the way and from that we'll get to know the boy more."

Mum: "Ya his mum also suggested that they get to know each other before they got officially engaged, I think that would be for the best too." "What about Ma'an? Any news about him? Did you ask about him?"

Dad: "wallah Ma'an's a well raised, respectful boy, his family too." "His father's works with us in Aramco"

Mum: "Mmmm mmmm"

Dad: "But I've heard that Ma'an has had a bit of a background"

Mum: "mmmm"

Dad: "but I didn't come to say that, cause you know people change, everyone has had that period in life where they have done a couple of things, so don't we forget ourselves"

Mum: "of course we can't only look at him from that side, cause truth is we have no right to judge him the only one that can judge him or us is the one above"

After listening to that I walked to room, started thinking about there conversation, what they said about Ma'an and Fares.

It's like we look at some people and think of them as Angels but the truth is they're just Devils acting and dressing up like angels, I'm not saying that none of them are any good or that I'm judging them.

But that I accepted the idea of being with Ma'an and rejected the idea of being with Fares because of the things that have happened between us........

-Aceel RD

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Memories

Chapter 9

Mr know it all POV:

Looking at our past we may blame it on the what if's or the people in it but if you looked closer you'd see that no one really forced you to do all the things your ashamed of.

Looking around my room i remembering my past the way people would change once they heard my name or should I say my dad's name, like all those people you'd think my life was perfect, luxurious, that I was spoon feed truth is my life was half half I never got everything I wanted I had to work for it but not every time.

But I never really used my name a lot, besides the boys won't let me even if I tried, growing up together made us like brothers even though we keep each other sane sometimes it gets out of the hand but the beauty of it when we get busted we get busted together.

We basically shared our lives together going out, having fun but there came a time where I just go bored for numbering girls thinking of taking a break out of all of it, they never seem to change either they were too slutty or too innocent.

So about 3 years ago as every other summer me and the boys went to our beach Vila, we swam a bit, got a light tan.

At night we got dressed and went to the marina to have fun or basically pick up birds (British word that means girls or chicks), as we reached the marina it was a bit down not so many people.

Sitting at a table with the boys, looking around I saw Saad with a couple of boys that were with me in school, so I decided to go and say hi.

Me: "hay saad how have you been man? How's your family? " -giving him a man hug-

Saad: "hay man not bad wallah, you?"

Me: "not bad too, how about you and the boys join us?"

Saad: "we're actually passing through we're going to Omar's he's having this party at this Vila, I bet he won't mind me inviting you and the boys"

Me: "thanks man I'll see what the boys think"

Saad: "alright man I'll be heading there now, so hopefully I'll see you there"

Me: "Ya man inshallah"

Heading back to the boys asking them if they did wanna go, they looked at me and said "are you f%*+ing crazy of course, Omar's hosting it" so after that we headed to Omar's Vila cause it was close to the marina we decided we should walk there.

Going inside music thumping, smoke clouding, lights shining looking at the living room or what's suppose to be the living room turned into a massive dance floor and how all the furniture's cramped in a little corner in the living room.

Without wasting another minute, I saw the boys joining a couple of girls on the dance floor, going to the bar It was packed with everything basically from vodka to root beer, taking a can on red bull i sat looking at the scene trying to get in the mood.

Looking at my left I saw Majed sitting beside himself deciding to go have a chat with him, walking through sweaty grinding bodies I reached him.

Me: "hay man how have you been? It's been ages" -sitting beside him-

Majed: "oh hi man I've been good, you?" -looking up from this lap-

Me: "not bad wallah, why am I not seeing you on the dance floor busting a move?" -winking-

Majed: "not really in the mood man"

Me: "what's up man?"

Majed: "you know reema man she totally bailed on me"

Me: "man don't think about her then, go have fun live a little"

Majed: "I can't stop thinking" -groaning-

Me: "alright man, get up"

Majed: -getting up-

Me: "go home majed, go talk to her or something your not gotta feel any better here".

Talking my advice he straight away got up and was out of the door, after a few redbulls and a bit of dancing I decided it was time to go back i wasn't really in the mood of partying.

Walking down the sidewalk, hands in my pockets lost in my thoughts till I nearly got run over by this girl, if I didn't catch her giggling frame.

The girl: "oh I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going" -trying to calm herself down-

Me: "it's alright"

Looking down at her she only reached my chest, looking at her little details, I was too caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear what she said.

Me: "huh?"

The girl: "can you get your claws off of me?" -annoyingly-

Me: "you should thank god that I was the one you ran into not some drunk" -letting go of her-

The girl: "how do I know your not a drunk?" -jabbing her finger at my chest-

Me: "honey if I was you would still be innocent" -winking-

The girl: "oh my god"

Me: "+ I wasn't the one that was running out of the bushes at 4 o'clock in the morning" -stating the fact-

The girl: "don't act like you know everything, you don't know my reasons" -angrily walking off-

Me: "hay hay hay I didn't mean it as in that way, I meant a girl like you shouldn't be out alone at this time" -jogging up to her-

The girl: "stop with stating all the facts 'Mr know it all' it's annoying, thank you I'll get going" -walking off-

Me: "at least let me walk you to your Vila"

The girl: "uuuugh do you have to?"

Me: "ya I want to"

The girl: "alright then" -mumbling-

Looking at her she was weird but good weird, the way her hair was in a high ponytail still flowed down her back or her outfit it wasn't like the rest of the girls that are at the resorts these days, she had on this military jacket that was 3x bigger than her, white tank top underneath it and some dark pair of jeans paired with some dark brown shoes.

Not being able to continue looking at her I saw her point at a Vila, looks like that's her's.

The girl: "alright then, thanks again for the company"

Me: "of course anytime" -smiling-

The girl: "goodnight" -walking up the path-

Me: *sh^* I forgot to ask her name, ask for her number or something* "hay hay" -jogging up the front of the path-

The girl : "yes?" -waiting-

Me: "never asked you about your name"

The girl: "oh right you can call me D"

Me: "you know you never asked what mine was too"

The girl: "I think I'll stick with Mr know it all" -winking-

Me: "alright then, see you around D"

D: "see you around"

Me: "mind me asking you one last thing?"

D: "of course"

Me: "mind giving me your number, twitter, path or Kik?"

D: "mmmm well I'll give you my Kik" -taking the phone out of my hands, then looking at me sideways-

Me: -looking at her questionable-

D: "it's locked" -smiling-

Me: "oh Ya" -typing the passcode in, gave it back to her-

D: "alright then here you go, good night" -handling it back to me-

Me: "good night D, sweet dreams"

Making sure she got in the Vila i continued my walk to the Vila, going inside I saw it was still closed *looks like the boys will stay out till the morning* looking at the clock it was 4:30 AM.

Knowing I'm gonna be the only one sober tomorrow I decided to sleep so I can wake up tomorrow and help the boys.

Laying on my bed I kept on thinking about the black haired beauty I saw today, remembering the scene I slept that night with a big smile on my face.

Looking around the room i saw the folder what folder you may ask the folder that contained some of the best memories of my life, it was a folder that contained uncountable letter and poetry.

Looking through it I saw the last poem I remembered her reading it to me, the way she read every word with so much emotion, the way her eyes were pooled with tears at the end of it, the way she wanted to rip it into pieces of i didn't take it out of her hands.

Taking a deep breath I read it for the tenth millioned time

"They thought we were crazy, two lovers from Saudi

Why was it crazy?

Cause all they've heard about us was our money

Is it true , or are we to lame to see the truth?

No one has ever heard of a saudi love story

That's why they think our land is where love dies

With a blink of an eye

But have hear our story?

Do we have to write it in their memories

So they can remember it?

All I want is to see a day were when they think of saudi they think of its people too not only its money and patrol

To think of our beautiful souls."

No matter how much I read it I can't stop not feeling it, I can't stop not wanting to know the what if....

-Aceel RD

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