Mulish (7)

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Zain...........

Why isnt he picking up ?!!?!?! ufffff....i need him !!!!

I tried calling again...and again...y3ne momin3awayda enna maysheel. I finally gave up and took in a deep breath and headed to *gulp* s3oods office. I reached the door and stopped,

llaaaa laaa magdar magdar !!!

I was about to turn and go away when his secretary saw me,

"shooo..bidik shee..?" she said with a mug of coffee in her hand.

"uhhh...ee...la2...madry...."i let out and exasperated breath. I mean i have to face him sooner or later and i cant avoid him forever. Oo halmarra ana il'3al6ana oo lazim inna i apoligize....lazim. He doesnt deserve what i did to him, fashalta ana, fashalta ib shakil mo6abee3i !! 9ij enna wayid kan ybi6 chabdi oo ynarfizne bss i mean i have to admitt inna he was just doing his job, plus, today i found out more about him than i did. He's sweet. The smiley face he drew for me, his smiles that he casted upon me every now and then.

"shoo...?"

"ummm eee...ba'3ait ashoof s3ood"

"eee bas bainee oo bainik...elyoum mazajooo momnee7 abadan....."

I think i know why.

"umm...la 3ady..."

"mithil mabidik...." she said and called s3ood and told him that i was here to see him. She shut the phone and shook her head, "sorry bss mabido yshoof 7adaaa...."

No may9eer...i have to talk to him, i have to apoligize.

"laa please goleela '6aroory...."

"7ajarib bss ba3rif enoo msh 7aywafi2...." she dialled again and with no luck. he said no. iffff 3aneed halwalad....malisho'3l ra7 akalma. I went up and to his door. The secretary stood up, "laaa please mabe9eer haaik...."

"lazim ashoofa....please..." i looked at her pleadingly. She looked hesitant then came over to me,

"okay bs a6la3 ...mishaan enno mabanzaf ...." she said and hurried away. I faced the dark wooden door, gathered up all the courage i need and knocked. No answer. I knocked again and i heard his deep masculine voice. I got in,

whats the chance that he didnt see me.....an7ash ??

He looked so handsome sitting there at his desk, he didnt look up at me, but waved his hand, "hi6ay ilawraag hnee....oo yebeele panadol"

Oh he thinks im his secretary

"a-ana zain...."

I saw him pause, for a while then looked at me without raising his head. His dark eyes peered at me and scanned me from afar...without a word. I felt uncomfortable and wished that i hadnt come. We were both silent....he was looking at me with this arrogant look of his but filled with something i couldnt put my finger on. I think that i should say somthing...anything to break the tension.

"3an elyoum....ana...a-ana...." say it...say it.... " a-asfa....." there, can i go now?

He looked at me and didnt say a word for a while, "bas ?"

I looked up, "ee...bs y3ne..."


"ok...." he said and turned his attention back to the stack of papers on the desk.

ok ?

"ok...." i echoed again. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. "y3ne...ok....bs mom3a9ib....?"

"gitlich ok...."

"sheno y3ne ok...."

He looked at me, then shut his eyes and massaged his head, "zain....momkin et6il3een barra....a9lan entay shlon dashaitay...."

"s3ood....e7m stath s3ood.....ana yaya at2asaflik wetgoolee 6il3ay barra...?! il'6ahir enne '3ila6t enna ti2asaftlik lenik matistahal...." i retorted. His head snapped up, and his eyes were furious.

Oops...!

He got up from his chair and came to me, "sheno giltay...." his voice thick with fury.

Abaaaai abaaai..

"uhh asfa makint a89id...as" i didnt continue, he cut me as i was about to apoligize again.

"ana elyoum shgitlich....moo gitlich abee ilgraphs malot quarters one oo two....laish bss 7a6a one...?!"

"bil'3ala6..bil'3ala6 !!"

"sheno bil'3ala6 ?!!? fashalteene jidam ille akoo willi makoo...oo tgoleeen bil'3ala6 ?!!?"

"asfaa...."

"SHBEFEEED....shbetfeed halkilma....?!" he answered with rage. I felt so small and weak compared to him. He was tall and was towering over me, his voice strong and thick, his face filled with anger. I remained quiet.

Laish tifalsaft...kint agdar a6la3 youm gaal "ok"....wala kil hatha y9eer...

"ilijtimaa3 kan nagi9...killa bsibitich..!!"

"ilkil yi'3li6...." i replied calmly. That seemed to push him even more.

"cham marra 6awaftlich...?? oo youm a36eech ilthi8a oo machayik sho'3lich chethee tsaween...."

He kept slashing me with his words, i remained quiet, i deserved it i know, hes angry i can see that. I didnt want to say anything to infuriate him even more. 3ady kint abchee ib ay la7'6aa...bss i held it in, i didnt want to cry infront of him. He finally finished, he was breathing heavily, his jaw clenched, hands clasped, face red. I did this to him, he looks like a man who keeps his emotions in balance. I dont think that hes the type of person that loses their temper easily, but i clearly pushed him to the edge today.
He was quiet, staring at me then gave me his back. I just stood there, helpless, waiting for round number two. He took in a deep breath and faced me again,

"3a6eene sabab wa7id y5aleene i dont fire you el7een...."

I met his eyes with my unshed teared eye. He's gonna fire me...?! My heart sunk, and a tear fell from my eye. How am i gonna explain that to my dad ? how will i prove to my dad that im good ? will i ever work for him ?
I felt his eyes soften a little, "6il3ay zain....6il3ay...." his voice calm. I nodded my head and walked outside, when i turned to shut the door i saw his arm also reached to close it. we were close, seperated by a door, he gazed at me then slowly closed the door. I stared at the door for a while then went .....home.

I sat on my bed, i tried to cry but nothing would come out ! I threw my head on the pillow and reached for my mobile. No miscalls from 5alid. I dialled...this is going to be the last time b3d mara7 adig 3alai.

"aloo...."

"aloo...?" i said. i looked at my phone, it was 5alid's number, "meno..?"

"entay meno..."

"entay meno...?" i said back.

"wa7da tmoot 3ala 5alid...."

"sh-sheno.....5alid wain..?"

"ga3d ya5ithla shower....tabeen awa9la message wala shay..."

"l-la ....." i said and shut the phone. I held it in my hand, staring at it for god knows how long.

5alid....5alid? the one i trust, love.....5alid?

I couldnt believe it, but that explains his weird behaviour lately.How could he...after all those years ?! how could he throw it all away...?! kint 7adi msabaha...momistaw3iba...i was in shock...shlon i mean shlooooon....

My phone rang and i absent mindly picked up, "aloo..."

"aloo...!!" 5alids voice was alarmed, "zain...!!"

"sheno kan hatha 5alid....? sheno kan hatha....!!!"

"5al ashri7lich..."

"tishra7 sheno...?!!? tishra7ly ennik 5intny....!!"

"zain...ana..."

"laish...laish...?!?! ib sheno ga9art weyak...."

"zain..."

"oo t5oony....it5oonyyy !!!" i cut him.

"zain sim3eeny....asif...asif..."

"shfaydat halkilma.....?!" i retorted and remembered s3ood when he said that to me a few hours earlier.

"a7ibich zain..."

"latig3ad tchathib....!! 5ala9 its over...!!! over !!!"

"latgoleen chethee.."

"mabeek itdig 3ala hal ra8am....we're over...!!"

I shut the phone, and the tears finally flowed out of my eyes...in large amouts.Its just too much to take in one day.
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