Sunday, 26 July 2015

Betrayal (7)

 


I snuggled closer to the strong, rock hard very warm arm hmmm this was delicious I could sleep forever ..I wonder if I could have that doughnut My aunt used to make..now where did I put my neon bathing suit? I hope it still fits...when did Nike become so chic? Marshmallows and-

" can you ..uh move a little?" A distant gruff male voice invaded my swirling confusion of dreams/hallucinations; whatever I experienced whenever I took that evil pill. 

My heavy eyelids won't cooperate, and I was pulled back to the dark abyss of sleep. 

" Shaikha? Shaikha" a gentle nudge and that gruff voice again. 

I grunted. What the fuck?!

"Shaikha!" The voice was a little annoyed now. I mutter an incoherent sound under my breath and try my hardest to lift my heavy eyelids. My mouth was parched and my head throbbing excruciatingly ,I needed water...and coffee, and a pain killer...a whole packet of them. 

I opened my unfocused eyes slowly..I could see three of the man in front of me. Woah...


Thick longish black hair, curled at the ends, thick, incredibly long lashes and eyebrows.. He must be using a lot of castor oil! And amidst all that facial hair, a I spotted a single dimple in his left cheek. 

"Wh-who are you?" I crocked. 

"You don't remember?" He shock his head, smiling obviously in disbelief, and I see his imperfect crocked tooth, bad boy looks all the way so unlike Mubarak who's polished, and just perfect. 


" no" I slurred.  I was panicking, shit shit I shouldn't have taken that horrible pill which was pretty disturbing to the brain (according to my doctor and uncle Google) it causes  amnesia and well it was like consuming a whole bottle of tequila ; you acted and sounded drunk. 


" wh- uh what happened?" Talking was painfully hard. 

He looked thoughtful for a moment, eyes moving from my face and lingering on my wedding finger. " nothing. Nothing happened" he smiled politely. " I'm Abdul Wahab by the way, nice to meet you" 

And before I could react , he picked up his suitcase and left the plane. 


I was finally back home, my family's home. Everyone was luckily out of town ;I was physically and emotionally exhausted, I didn't have it in me to talk about my failed marriage and divorce plans especially to mother. 


After sleeping for what seemed like forever I finally awoke at 8 pm , depressed and hungry. I charged my dead phone, took a shower , put on a white tee and a pair of yoga pants and drove off Kuwait City. 


I put my iPod on shuffle, rolled down the windows and sped off. 

I drove aimlessly for a while , but then hunger became painfull and I desperately needed coffee. I remember my friends telling me about that new coffee place which sells good coffee down town. I headed there with the help of my car's GPS, those little places had the worst locations...

When I finally parked in front of the tiny cafe , it was busy inside but unfortunately there were closing, there goes my bad luck again...

Just when I was about to head back to my car I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw a close friend of mine. 

" shayoookh, 7ayaach I know the owner we'll serve you!" We hugged and I ordered their special which was well..nothing special..overrated  

We sipped our coffee and she did most of the talking ; and I was very grateful for the distraction. The warm coffee filled my cold stomach and I was slightly feeling better, the med finally wearing off. 

" ambaih, do I look good?" She hissed. 

" what?" I whispered back. 

" salon wayhi? "

" 7ilo" I grinned. " whyyy?"

" this guy " she whispered. " omg I'm in love, he's right behind you bs la teltaftain omg la yesma3!"

" act casual, so who's he?" I asked , no idea who was the mysterious guy behind me and I honestly didn't care but I was trying to distract myself from my personal hell. 

" Abdul Wahab Al Fulani" she whispered " mat3rfena? He drives cars, as in car racing ?he's our own formula 1 racer!"

" formula what?"

" shhhhhhh la yesma3"

I laughed. " calm down the music is loud in sure mu ga3id yisma3"

" bsir3a eltaftai! He's not looking" she nudged my hand. 

I flipped my hair to the side and looked back casually and I recognise the all rugged and casual masculinity that was even bigger now in the smaller space.. and at the exact same time my phone beeped loudly indicating a text message...




To be continued ..





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betrayal (6)





the music went up and I could see the people at the modern luxurious bar swaying with the melody. Nouf joining them on her seat; her energy was contagious and I found myself giggling and clapping. For a refreshing change I wasn't worried aout how I looked to Mubarak, I wasn't even aware of him staring at me with intense eyes at that moment, I was totally lost to the sexy music.


I closed my eyes and hummed, the Dj's voice electrifying...

when I opened my eyes he was staring at me with those smoldering eyes, my breath hitched and I felt my insides tightening..I could see the lust in his eyes, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed; I needed to touch him.

just when I was about to ask him to leave, he suddenly looked taken aback, he stood up, as if in a daze, his wallet fell on the sparkly floor unoticed, and he strode past the swaying bodies to a figure...

The familiar figure of the woman in the photos!


what the...


my smile froze on my face, I was suddenly hot and cold all over, my heart beating so hard, what was wrong with me? was this a nightmare? a fucking cruel joke? how come she's here?? of all the places in the world..


unless..


unless this was planned between the two! No! please don't make this happen to me, no, no, noooo


I felt Nouf's gentle hand on my shoulder, Ahmed's attempt at a joke to distract me, but I couldn't, this was too much, I had to leave.

"Excuse me" I suddenly blurted, picked up my purse and hurried out the restaurant and just as expected he didn't follow me.



back at the hotel, like a madwoman I opened my suitcase, threw everything I could see; piles and piles of discarded items, and when I was finished, the damned zipper would'nt budge. the bag was too stuffed and I clearly ripped the zipper or something, at thatg point the tears flowed freely.


I sat on top of the suitcase and wept my heart out.


hours later or  most probably minutes, I heard a noise at the door enterance. perfect, he was here.

Through my tear blurred eyes I could see the shock upon his face, and something else. " Shaikha, its not what you think"

" It's exactly what I think. I'm leaving Mubarak" My voice was clogged with tears.

" Please listen to me, It was a mere coincedence, call it a-"

" I'll call it a wake up call, I'm leaving Mubarak!"

" I was fucking surprised as much as you! I had to go there and-"

" You had to humiliate me in front of your friends! in front of her!! god Mubarak you're truly stupid if you think I'd stay after this"


"Fuck it Shaikha! I'd never do that to you I fucking respect you!" He was shouting now.

" very well, if you respect me, you let me go now. " My voice was laced with fury.

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. " if that's what you want , we'll leave in the morning"

" No" I said. " Now"

" then I'll come with you"


" I said alone"


Maybe it was sympathy or the fact that that woman was there with him on the same country,  but he agreed with one condition; to drop me to the airport and stay til I was safely seated in the airplane, I reluctantly went with it, I needed to get home, as soon as possible and that was the only way.



 
As soon as I was seated , I popped a sleeping pill and was lost to the world, oblivious to the fact that when I opened my eyes that fated night, I would see the face that would be engraved in my soul forever...
 
 
 
 
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Tuesday, 21 July 2015

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hello readers; the ones I love so much for keeping this blog (still) alive! I was thinking.. do you guys want me to continue writing my name is Nouf? or the one im currently writing? please vote. yours moi xx

betrayal (5)

I woke up the next morning to the sight of a bulgari small box with a card and ribbons,I reached for the card hastily, ripped it open and read "thank you for last night-M" ....... I was stunned. He west rewarding me for using my body with a box of Italy's finest jeweler. The low life. A cloud of fury and hurt clouded my vision but I wasn't going to cry again. Not this time. I didn't even open the box, despite my undeniable love for diamonds, I was really hurting and I wanted to prove something to him. I'm not a whore, you will not use my body again. Screw you.

I put on a bathrobe and went to the living room area, as expected he was lounging on the couch with the paper and a cup of espresso. He nodded when he saw me and continued reading. My fury intensified. I ordered a cappuccino and sat on The sofa right next to him and reached for the remote control. I wasn't gonna make this easy for him.

"So did you like it?" He finally asked. What a nerve. "What?" I played stupid.

"You didn't er see..."

"Hmm?"

He cleared his throat. "I got you a present, it's In the bedroom. I was hoping that" "

Oh that" I delibaretly interrupted. He looked at me with puzzlement and then went back to reading his paper. Did He think I was gonna thank him and kiss his feet? I could feel him stiffening, trying to concentrate and warmth of victory filled me, I bit my lip to prevent a smile. Asshole is getting What He deserves.

"My friend and his wife is here, we'll have dinner with them tonight" he suddenly announced

  " we're on our honey moon darling, we dont have to do that" i said sarcastically He frowned.

" shaikha! Whats with you?"

"Oh nothing" I examined my nails "it's just bad taste.."

" you're coming tonight and that's final"

" you can't force me. But don't worry husband I'll come with you " The rest of the day I noticed something different about him, I was happily ignoring his existence but I could feel his stares, the stolen glances, the way He tried hard not to be around me but He was..this was new and it gave me a teeny tiny flicker of hope.

  I bought a New dress because I couldn't think of a better way to spend the afternoon alone other than shopping. I chose the most flattering to my body type.I might be a total failure when it came to relationships but looking good, this I knew how to do.

Red wasn't the color I usually went for but I saw dolce and gabbana's all prints collection and I was a goner; the floral red printed mini dress specifically, I paired it with the clip earrings from the same collection, a pair of satin sandals and tan. Hair half up and the rest in flirty tendrils I was ready to own the night. The husband was in a tailored suit...my insides melted. All my efforts went to waste with that cold brief nod of his. The bastard didn't seem to notice my supposedly flattering mini dress, show of tanned skin and everything else. I wanted to burst into tears and dissapear. The ride was quiet as usual, I was getting ready to that, and this time he didn't try to fill the awkward silence with pointless conversation thank god. His friends were nothing like I'd expected; I liked them emmediately! The man was short and balding,slightly thick on the stomach area, He gave off a brotherly aura and his eyes seemed so kind. the wife on the other hand was small and beautiful; her wild curly hair and geniune big smile won me over straight away; this is someone I could be friends with.

The dinner was surprisingly fun. Conversation easy, I felt like myself again, laughing and truly enjoying myself . Ahmed and Mubarak were really close, since college days and hearing stories from the time made us all crack up, and I started looking at him in a new way..

" So tell us more about you Shaikha..how did you two meet?" Nouf, his wife and my new fried said I cleared my throat and was about to come up with a totally fictional story when Mubarak decided to interrupt. " let's just say that I was lucky to find her" He said with a lazy smile. what?? WHAT? okay, he's a pathological liar.

" yes he is haha" I fake smiled at them. " What about you two? you seem so..so in love" My heart fell at the realization, of course they were.. Nouf talked about how they met, all sparkly eyes and pink cheeks. He wasnt a good looking fellow yet he made her happy. while my very beautiful, very successfull husband didn't. We exchanged numbers and I was glad I'd someone to hang out with other than myself in this foreign country, I hope this honeymoon ends soon. little did I know that night was just about to begin...