Cursed With Beauty (9)

Me: 3amy.. It was my idea to take her home. It was a tought situation, and you know how merciless people are..

His facial expression changed, I think he really understood our point of view, and how screwed WE actually were.
So, he thanked Khalid calmly and got Aishah inside the house.

On our way back home, we sat there surrounded by a cloud of thoughts, no one talked, we just let the music do it for us..

Khalid's point of view:

All I thought about was the way she was walking to the car, her smile , her frown.
The way she talked, the way she stood up even after all that happened. She didn't look like a girl, she looked like a fine lady. She was a lady who needed a man. She needed someone to protect her, and I couldn't help but wonder.. Was it me she needed?

Me: Amal, we don't need to tell them about what had happened, agreed?

Amal: Why not!? I'd love to tell dad about the time I met your boss bare footed!

Me: Amal! Stop!

Amal: Why so serious? Acting so damn mysterious!

She started singing this part about a hundred times because she claimed she couldn't get it out of her head.
Problem was, it was the only part she remembered.

Me: Okay, see that sign? As soon as we pass it, we stop talking 'til we get home.

Amal: What am I a kid? You don't have to play the shut'em up game with me. It's okay Khalid, get over it..

Me: Ok Amal, I'm sorry..

Amal: I don't forgive you!

she said trying to mess with me.

Me: It's not an option, it's a command. Forgive me I tell you!

Amal: I forgive you, as long as you don't drop me off in the nearest street bins!

We somehow managed to get back home alive.

Amal's point of view:

It was one a.m. And I was exhausted! I went back to my room and changed into pj's, only when I thought the day was over, I remembered that MOM WAS IN THE HOSPITAL!!

I slept the type of sleep that I did when I felt guilty. Tossing and turning, but can't do anything about it.

I was wide awake by the time of athan el fajr, I got up and prayed to God the baby would be healthy.

I went back to bed and slept out of exhaustion. I woke up at late 11, thank God yadoh wasn't around! I would've been lectured.

I freshened up and headed to the kitchen.In the kitchen I saw Khalid with BR's icecream.

Khalid: No ice cream before breakfast.

He made egg and tomato sandwiches and a dallah of tea with milk.

Me: Yuuum! Thank you Chef Khalid!

Khalid: We're going to see mother after this, get ready.

I swallowed as much of the sandwich as I can and washed it down with my tea and milk, then agreed to enjoy my ice cream while in the car.

I went back to my room and got dressed, threw my abaya and shailah on and ran out the door

I found yesterday's dinner in the car, I picked it up and threw it away. It reminded me of the crazy night we had, I still couldn't believe it.

At the hospital, father was waiting for us at the reception. He lead us to mother's room.

Me: Maamaaaaaa el7mdllah 3al salamh!

Mom: Allah ysalmch

She seemed tired and weak.

Me: Baba, what's wrong with mom?