Perfume - Chapter 33

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@FelwaAlmutairi

I love you all <3

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"ENTO WSH TSAWOON" someone screamed. 

Oh no..

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"Fahad mub wagtk" 5alid spoke after a few minutes of silence. 

"Aish elly mub wagtk? T7asboun 3ady enkm tgabloun b3'6 bl lail w t5moun b3'6, 8ilat adab!" Fahad said.

"Fahad shfeek?" I said.

"Shfeeny? Ha ha ha .. wsh ma feeny? MA TST7EEN ENTY?! M5AWYATLY NE9 A97AB O5OOK?" he screamed. How did he know? Why is he mad? What's wrong? Why did he act out now? Why didn't he speak before? 

"Fahad shrayk n6l3 3alla el ba7ar w ntfaham? Ma nby ngawm kl el shalaih w t9eer f'6aye7" 5alid asked politely. 

"Zain"


The three of us walked out to the shore, to make sure that no one hears our conversation. 

"Awal shay Fahad abeek tgoully kl shay ta3refa w ana bafahmk kl shay" I said. 

"Okay, knt adry enk t7been Sa3ad bs gal lk ena rja3 L Wajd w 9arat housha kbeera, knt adry enk 9adagty Laith w ba3dain 7abaito ba3a'6 w knto you sneak out lel marajee7 elly bl 7adee8a w tg3doun m3 b3'6, adry ena youm jeena klna el shalaih gabalty Sa3ad bl layl w bsto b3a'6-"

"BSTO BA3A'6??!!" 5alid screamed in anger, while I looked at the ground not daring to look at his eyes, feeling ashamed. 

"5alny akaml! Adry ena Laith shafkom w za3al w b3d km youm t'hawashto w bnafs elyoum t'hawashto enty w Sa3ad, w adry enk 7basty nafsk bl '3orfa le2ank mshtagah lhom w adry enk jeety lel shalaih to forget everything and be happy, w enk youm e5tefaity ams el fajer ma knty b bait 9deegtk, knty b mkan bs ma3rf wain." he finished talking.

The blood drained off my face, my lips were white, and my legs couldn't hold me. How did he know? He knows everything, who told him? What's happening? 

I looked up to meet his eyes, "Kaif 3araft?" 

"Mu mohim" Fahad answered, 5alid looked at the both of us with shock, he's probably trying to absorb it all in. 

"KAIF 3ARAFT?!!" Tears rained down my cheeks.

"LA T9AR5EEN!!" he yelled.

"FAHAD GOOLLY KAIF 3ARAFT?!!" I screamed so hard my throat hurt. 

"UFF!! Ento kla 3ala balkom eny mfahy w ma ala7'6 shay! Bs kl a7ad yjy ytshka ly 3n mshakl'h w 9ert a3ref kl shay! Zay youm 3a9ab 3alaik 5alid b3d ma ga9aity sha3r'h kan le2anoh sharikat oboh 5sarat ktheer w kan marra ma'6'3oo6 fa 6ala3 7arat'h 3alaih! w Wajd kanat 7abeebt'h gabl ma t9eer 7abeebat Sa3ad, Sa3ad a5ath'ha mnoh! w a3ref ena Laith y7bk w majnoun b 7ubk!! w a3rf ena Sa3ad kan bs m5aweek 3ashan he want's the physical stuff, ma kan y7bk!! Sa3ad is a P L A Y E R! Yl3ab 3alla banat el nass w bs!!" 

"ENT KATHAAB!!" I fell to the floor as I cried. Why is this happening to me? 



"SHAHAD AISH FEEK??" He came running, his voice calmed me down instantly. His presence made me feel safe. He sat on the floor next to me and hugged me, I calmed down.

"Sawoolk shay hathoula? 3warook? Tarra walla awareehom!!" he attacked me with his questions.

"MEEN HATHA?!" Fahad yelled.

"Hatha Salman" 5alid replied. 

"AYWA SWAITEEHA W 5AWAITEELK WA7D THALITH!!" Fahad said in and uproar. 

"E7term nafsk!" Salman stood up, held Fahad by his shirt. "Meen ent? Laish m2athy el bnt?" 

"ANA FAHAD!! ENT MEEN??" Fahad yelled. 

"Salman allah y3afeek etreka" I begged.

"Y2atheek w tbeeny atreka?"

"Allah y3afeek Salman 3ashany" I begged some more, "Fahad tw3dny etha tarakek Salman btsma3 aish bagoul?" 

"Eee wa3ad" Fahad replied. 

"Salman please etrikah" I said.

"Okay bs etha jra7t msha3erha bawareek shay ma 3omrah jak! FAHEM?!" 

"Eee fahm 5ala9 asfeen!" Fahad replied scared as Salman let go of him.



"Ta3aly" Salman gestured to me.

I stood up and walked to him. He pulled me into a rib-cracking hug and whispered, "Wa3ad mny mara7 a5aly ay a7ad y'3l6 3alaik"

"Shokran Salman" I whispered back. 
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Perfume - Chapter 32

Little did I know that someone followed me to Salman's chalet and saw everything. 

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After 4 hours of hanging out with Salman, I said my goodbyes and left, but not before promising him I'll come back tomorrow. 


Walking on the seaside, thinking about life. My thoughts drifted off to the whole Laith-Sa3ad situation. Laith hates me, Sa3ad broke-up with me, and life was hell. A pang of pain comes over me whenever I think about the day they both left me. They left me. Admitting that was my problem, I thought if I didn't talk about your problems they would just go away, but I was wrong. 

I remembered the days when we were just friends, not more not less. I was happy back then, no heartache, no pain, no drama. Why get into relationships? Why hurt ourselves? Why lose our parents' trust? Why cry over past lovers? The only answer I could think of is, we do it for the thrill. People act in love for the thrill. They aren't in love, they want to make themselves believe that they've found their soulmate. It also spreads a warm safe feeling, you start feeling giddy all of us sudden and take a look at the world to see that it actually became brighter.

I realised that I wasn't in love with them, it was just a crush or maybe I needed a person to make me happy, a person who would do the impossible to make me happy. Love is just some made up word that gives people an excuse to do whatever. I never fell in love, I just needed someone by my side. 

For the first time since Sa3ad and Laith both left me, I felt happy. My heart never broke, it just got scarred. These scars in my heart are what make me alive, they show me that I've lived a little. And yes, I regret getting into a relationship because now I realise, that I was a fool and it was wrong. 


"Shahad" someone disturbed my thoughts. 

I turned around. 

"Na3am?" 

"Meen Salman?" he asked. 

Shock took over me but then I smiled, "Why? Jealous much?"

"Shahad, jawbeeny" he said sternly.

"He's just a friend" I replied. 

"Dayman tgoulen 'He's just a friend' b3dain faj2a y9eer 7abeebk" he said.

"Ma bainy w bainah shay mn hathy el na7yah w ma by9eer shay, mn jdy lamma agoul he's just a friend I really mean it!" I replied furiously.

"Hatha elly knty nayma 3ndah ams 97?"

I couldn't answer, afraid of what he'll think of me if he could. 

"Shahad JAWBY!" he yelled. 

"Eee.. bs walla ma 9ar shay walla!! 9adegny please 9adegny! Hw kan 3alla el couch w ana 3alla el sreer!!" I spoke with fear. 

"8aleelat adab! Ma tst7een tnameen 3nd '3areeb??!!" 

"Please 9adegny please.. 3alla el a8al 5aleny ashra7 lk kl shay please" I begged. 

He took a huge intake of breath, "Fine" and exhaled. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" I smiled. 

"Yalla I don't have all day, abeek t5al9een el salfah gabl ma ygoumon." he urged. 

"Okay but first I want to do this" I hugged him, "Thank you for giving me a chance to explain" 

"You're welcome" he replied. 

"ENTO WSH TSAWOON" someone screamed. 

Oh no.. 
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Perfume - Chapter 31

This post is dedicated to:
@AutreDreamer_ 

For being the most amazing person she is, and for being beautiful on the outside and inside. You're not my friend, you're my sister.. I'm glad that I have someone as trustworthy as you. I love you <3


To all my readers, 

I give three simple words that show my feelings towards you, I love you. 
Mystique. 

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I learned that looks can be deceiving. 

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An hour or so later of holding Salman as he wept my mind began to wander off. I realised that the girls have no idea about my whereabouts and that my phone is in the chalet. 

"SHIT" I said as the realisation hit me. 

"W- wha- at?" Salman said as he continued to cry.

"The girls don't know that I'm here, or that I slept her. They might be worried sick! OMG!! I need to call them! May I use your phone please?" 

"Yeaah sure sure.. there take it" he handed it to me and stopped crying.

"Thanks"


-Phone call- 

Salma: Alo? 

Me: Salma esm3yy-

Salma: SHAHAD WAINK?? 5FNA 3ALAIK-

Me: Sal-

Salma: ESM3EENY!! EL SREER MA T'3AYAR-

Me: Salm-

Salma: WAAINKK? 5AWAFTEENA KILENAA!! MA Y9EE-

Me: SAAAALMAAA!! 

Salma: Aish?

Me : Mafeeny shay, ma nmt bl shalaih ams bagoulk kl shay ba3dain. Dagait 3ashan te6amanain enty w Sara '3air ktha ma feeny shay. Barja3 bl lail fa la t7atoun okay? 

Salma: Shit. 

Me: What?

Salma: Double shit.

Me: What? 

Salma: Triple shi-

Me: WHAAT??

Salma: Uhh.. 5fna marra fa dgaina 3alla Bandar w jab ma3ah kl el shabab 3ashan ydawroon 3alaik, sorry bs it's freakin' 1:30 PM lw dagaity gabl kan ma kalamnahom.. 6la3o ydawroon 3alaik. 

Me: AIIIIIIIISSSHHH?? MEEN EL SHABAB?? LAISH ETDGOUN!!

Salma: Walla walla sorry, uhmm.. Fahad, 5alid, Laith, w Sa3ad. Walla hom elly jaw! e7na bs glna L Bandar yjy!

Me: AISH ASAWY AL7EEN? *starts to cry*

Salma: Walla sorry! Ta3aly al7een w ana w Sara bnfaker b shay ngoula.. okaay?

Me: Alright. 

-End of phone call-



"I'm doomed" I said as tears streamed. 

"Shahad aish 9ar?" he asked. 

"Kalamo o5oy w ja ydawer 3alay w jab ma3ah Laith w Sa3ad" 

"Shahad 5ala9 enseehom" he pulled me into a hug.

"Ana mu 5ayfa mn Laith w Sa3ad.. Ma3rf aish agoulhom lamma arou7,, aish yfaser lhom eny ma nmt nl shalaih?" 

"Gooly enk ma gdarty tnameen fa re7ty temsheen 3alla el ba7ar w ta3abty w knty marra b3eeda mn shalaihkom fa re7ty 3nd shalaih 9deegtk elly greeb mnk w nmty 3ndaha" he spoke.

"Okaay" 

"Okay?" he said unsure. 

"Okaay.. I'll use that. Estanast ma3ak w marra shokran w tsharafna, yalla bye." I said as I rushed to the door.

"La la wait!" he stood up and ran towards me. 

"Awalan nsaity malabsk, lazm tbadleen. Thaniyan: I'll miss you. Thalithan: Aby ashoufk el lailah, please" he begged using his puppy eyes. 

"Ba7awel" 

I ran up the stairs, changed into the cloths I came in, and rushed back down. 

"M3 el salamah" I said. 

"M3 el salamah" he hugged me tight, "Thank you" 

I smiled and walked out the door... 



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I snuck through the back door of the chalet, I walked to living room to find the guys there. Bandar had his back hunched with his hands covering his face, I felt so guilty. I walked into the room and said: 

"What's going on?" 

Bandar jumped up and pulled me in his arms, "YA 7MARA WAIN KNTY?!!" 

"Aish jayabkom hina?" I asked faking curiosity. 

"SHAHAD" Fahad and 5alid attacked me with bear hugs. 

Laith and Sa3ad both gave me a look and played with their phones. 

"Shahad 7abeebty wain knty?" Bandar asked. 

"Ma gdart anam bl layl fa re7t amshy 3alla el ba7ar w b3d fatra ta3abt w estw3abt enny marra ba3adt 3n el shalaih fa nmt b shalaih 9deegty elly kan greeb mny" I lied.

"W ma tfakreen etdgeen?" Fahad butted-in 

"Tawny agoum w nsait my phone hina" I lied again.

"Uff 5awafteena 3alaik" and once again I was attacked by bear hugs from 5alid, Fahad, and Laith. 



I headed up the stairs to the girls' room. Once I opened it, I felt someone punch my stomach and another hit my arm. Yep, you guessed it, it was Sara and Salma. 

"YA KALBA TELL US WHAT HAPPENED!" they yelled in unison. 

"Uhh.. okaay" a faint blush appeared on my cheeks as soon as I remembered what happened with Salman. 

"OMG" Salma yelled. 

"You. Were. With. A. Boy." Sara spoke reciting every syllable in her words. 

"Uhh well sort of.. He wasn't a boy, he was a man..." and I went off with the story. 

The girls were ecstatic. They fell in love with Salman right away, "the perfect gentleman" as Salma would say. They were happy that I met someone who helped and cared for me. I explained to them that we weren't in a relationship and that we were only friends. They knew I didn't need the extra drama, so they were okay with it. We stayed inside the room all day avoiding Sa3ad and Laith.




Later that night: 
It's 12:00 AM and everyone's asleep, I stayed awake the whole time so I'd get the chance to sneak out and run to Salman. 

I sneaked out of the chalet and walked in a fast pace to the chalet. I spotted a figure standing on Salman's chalet porch looking my way. When I got closer I realised that the person watching me was Salman with a big smile on his face. He opened his arms wide and screamed: 

"RUN INTO MY ARMS BABY" 

I laughed at his randomness and ran toward him. Surprisingly, he also ran to me. BOOM! We collided into each other. Being in his arms is the best feeling ever, he's even a better hugger than Sa3ad and Laith. Salman lifted me over his shoulder and ran back to his chalet, I laughed at him and thanked god for giving this amazing friend. 


Little did I know that someone followed me to Salman's chalet and saw everything. 
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Perfume - Chapter 30

THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO:

@FelwaAlMutairi
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@Asooma_E
@Amal_AlKahtani
@RahafAlX


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"Haha.. 6ayb esm3y..." and he began with his story. 

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"Ana knt mthl kl walad bl deera al3ab 3alla el banat w akser gloubhom, knt player. Youm 5ala9t el thanawy jatny be3tha w re7t adres fe America, 6ab3an jw rab3y ydrsoun ma3ay. Kan fe bnt m3na bl jam3a JAMEELA jamalha mu 6abee3y, shefayfha pink w 3younha bonya w 5doud'ha 7amra w sha3raha aswad. Kanat malekat jamal!!"


"Okaay? Kamel?" I said.

"el 9aber zain ya bent" he chuckled, "Ma7ad kan ydry enha s3oudya, kna n7asbha mn Armenia aw el hind, mn ay mkan bs mu 3arabya. Marra knt ga3ed bl campus cafe m3 7amad 9deegy, youm laffait shft'ha mashya m3 wa7da s3oudya m3ay b calculus esmaha Lama. En9edamt el 9ara7a, knt mtn7 b wajhaha wila ygoully 7amad: 

"Off.. shft el muzza elly m3 Lama?" 

"Esta7 3alla wajhk! 3aiib" I replied angrily. 

"Shaklek 7abait Saloom" he teased.

"7amad etha ma sekat ya-" he interrupted me. 

"Asfeen yuba, bs if you want to get to know her, TALK to her!" he said

"La la akeed mertab6a, a9lan bayen enha mu 3arabia" I convinced myself out of talking to her. 

"LAAAMAAA" 7amad waved to her, "Ta3alyy" 

"Eskt!! Laa! Majnouun!" I whispered. 

"You want to meet her don't you?" he winked. 


Lama approached us, "Ahlain Salman" paused for a little while, "7amad" she said with a faint blush. 

"Halla uhh Lama.. mm kaifk?" 7amad was actually shy. I knew there was something going on, 7amad was actually in love, who would've thought?


I took matters into my own hand and said, "Lama how about you and your friend have coffee with us?" I spoke in english so that the beautiful girl would understand.

"Okaay, bs laish ga3ed tetkalam bl english?" Lama asked. 

"u99 la tfashleeny, 3ashan 9deegtk tfhamna" I replied. 

The both shared a look then cracked up. Why were they laughing? What did I do wrong? 

"Uhh sorry, Salman w 7amad hathy 9deegty Reema" she said. 

"Reema?" we both said shocked. 

"Eee, w ana mu ajnabya ana S3oudiya" Reema said. 

"Oh.. sorry shaklk abad ma ybayen" I said. 


They both took a seat and the conversation flowed. I fell in love with her the moment her lips started moving, it was like we were in our own bubble. I invited her to dinner and she accepted my invitation, one dinner turned into 5 dinners and 5 dinners turned into 15. We were in love." he said that last sentence with a gleam in his eyes. 


"T8adamt laha w wafagat, we were engaged for a whole month before we got the news" his face was serious, "Reema bdat tet3ab faj2a a5ath'taha lel mostashfa 3alla 6ool, youm ja2 el doctor gal ena feeha Hepatitis C (مرض الكبد الوبائي) w ena jaha mn blood transfusion sawat'h 15 years ago, w elly yghar ena it doesn't have any symptoms, 3alla 6ool yjeek bdoun ay mo8ademat. Hepatitis C is a disease that effects the liver, it causes liver failure and liver cancer, Reema had both. Ma gdarrt at7amal, 7abeebty, 7ayaty, dnyaty klha kanat btmout.. Knt asawy nafsy gwy 3ashan ma t5af. 2 months b3d el 5abar matat Reema bl mostashfa.. galby wagaf el la7'6ah elly matat feeha w tmanait eny amout bedalha. A5atht 1 course off w rj3t lel s3oudya, re7t el 3azza w defant a'3la ma amlek. Defant el 7urma elly kanat bt9eer zoujty, defant 7uby el awal w el a5eer. B3d el 3azza sekant hina l7aly w enge6a3t 3n kl a7ad, 7etta omy w oboy. Enty awal sha59 atkalam m3 mn modah marra 6weela. Hathy ge9ity, 7abait wa7da mn kl galby bs twafat allah yr7amha" he said as tears began rolling down his cheeks. 


(Salfat el mara'6 9arat L jadety, She died of Hepatitis C that exact same way. الله يرحمها و يغفر لها)


I couldn't hold my tears, "Allah yr7amha" 

"Ameen." The sight of the strong, carefree man breaking down in front of me was too much to bear. I jumped on him and hugged him with all my might repeating the phrase, "It's all going to be okay" 

He continued sobbing and saying in between cries, "A7ebha" 


That was the story of the kind-hearted man, the man who saved me from attackers and took care of me. That was the story of the chipper and happy man who gave the woman of his dreams all she ever wanted, and ended up losing her instead. He looked like the most cheerful person ever, turns out it was just a mask to burry his pain, hurt, and loss. 

I learned that looks can be deceiving. 
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Perfume - Chapter 29

-Several hours later-


I woke up, and found myself lying on a bed I've never seen before. 

I turn my head...

I am not alone. 
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Someone was lying on the huge couch facing the bed I woke up in, but the person wasn't facing me. Judging by his short hair and huge figure, I knew he was a guy. The couch was so huge it could fit 2 more guys next to him. The room was freezing and he looked cold, he had the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. Who is he? Where am I? How did I get here? 

I walked over to the couch and stared at him. I knew who he was, I remember staying in his arms, I remembered it all and smiled. He was so sweet with me last night, he made sure I was okay and calmed me down, the perfect gentleman. He looked so peaceful asleep, like the weight of the whole world was lifted off his shoulder. 

I stood there admiring his beautiful face, his pink full lips, his dirty beard. I can't believe I'm actually thinking about this but all in all he looked rather hot, sexy even. I didn't even realise that my fingers were touching his face, just as I was about to remove my fingers I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me. I fell next to him. He pulled me closer and continued his sleep. 

Okay this is getting way out of hand! I tried to move out of his grasp but he was strong, he held me closer and 'Mmmm-ed'. Crap, just crap. I did the only thing I thought would get me out of this situation; I bit him. Yes I bit his arm with such a force that I think it left a bruise. 


He woke up screaming, "AAAAAAAYYY"

He looked around and saw me next to him, "What the hell are you doing in this couch?!" he asked with anger. 

"Uhh.. ummm .. uh" I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was staring at his face. What would he think of me? A stalker? A creep? I looked up to see him glaring at me impatient. 

"Well?" he asked. 

"Uhh"

"B tetkalamain wila la2?" he said. God he's angry! 

"Gmt mn el noum merta3a ma knt a3ref wainy wala knt adry aish ga3da asawy hina. Lafait w lgaitk mnsede7 , re7t 3ndk 3ashan agawmk w ba3dain sa7abtny b gwa w knt mnsad7a jambk 7awalt agoum bs ma gdart fa 3a'6aitk" I confessed with a light blush covering my cheeks. 

Just as I said that, an apologetic look appeared in his face. It shows that he regretted talking to me harshly, "Uhh asf walla ma knt adry" 

"La 3ady" I smiled. 



"Tbeen nf6er?" he asked. 

"Okay bs first of all, a7taj fershat asnan w malabes w3 garaf amshy kitha" I was wearing last night's clothes. 

"Efte7y el derj elly ta7t el sink btlageen new toothbrushes, ma 3ndy malabs banat bs agdar a36eek a9'3ar lebs 3ndy, w tgdreen ta5theen shower hina ana basta5dem el 7amam el thany w mara7 az3jk.. ba3dain enzly t7t 7g el f6our okay?" he explained. 

"Okaay" 



I headed to the bathroom, opened the cupboard under the sink and found new toothbrushes, right where he said they would be. I brushed my teeth, then took my clothes off, and got in the shower.

After 15 minutes I got out of the bathroom and found the bed rearranged. A couple of things were on the bed like: A&F red sweatpants, a plain white shirt, a brush, and house slippers. Wow, this guy thought about everything. I changed into the sweatpants and shirt, combed my hair, wore the slippers then headed downstairs. 



I got hit by the smell of something tasty in the kitchen, I headed there to see Salman wearing and apron and so into his cooking, the apron had "Oggi, io cucinare" written on it which means "Today, I shall cook" in Italian (I took this from google translate so it might be wrong, I used to have an apron like that + I forgot how to speak italian). The sight of him in an apron made me explode into fits of giggles. 


He looked up with a mocking smile, "Aish mu 3ajbk?" 

"La la 3ajebny" I laughed. 

"El apron 7ilw 97?" he continued, "it means-"

"Today, I shall cook" we said in unison. He had a shocked look on his face, probably amazed. 

"I used to travel to Italy every year and I took Italian classes, so yeah I know a couple of things." I said as I took a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island. 

"Walla enk '3areeba.." he said. 

"Laish?" I asked.

"Kl a7ad yt3alam French wila Spanish ela enty t3alamty Italian" he answered. 

"Hmm .. ee. So, what's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Scrambled eggs, hashed browns, sausages, and a plate of pancakes topped with Nutella and strawberries" 

"Yummy.. can I help?" I asked.

"La enty '6aifa ejlsy." 

"La la please please aby a6ba5 .. PLEAAASEE" I begged with my puppy eyes.

"Ughh fine, make the pancakes." 

"THANK YOU SALMAN" I shouted. 

"Haha.. You're welcome." 



After cooking, we both set the table then started munching off our breakfast. It was the tastiest breakfast I had ever eaten.. YUM!

"Kaif ta3ref te6ba5?" I was curious. 

"Knt adres barra fa ta3alamt el 6ab5 mn hnaak" he replied. 

"Knt? Laish ma 9rt tdres al7een? Laish reja3t?" I questioned. 

"9arat ly salfa w reja3t." 

"Huh? Aish 9ar? 6ayb kamalt derastk?" 

"La2 ma kmalt, 5ala9t sina wa7da bs w ba3dain I took a course off w jeet hina" 

"Laish?" 

"Tbeen ta3rfeen?" 

"EEEEE! Pleaaaase!" 

"Haha.. 6ayb esm3y..." and he began with his story. 
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Perfume - Chapter 28

I sat myself on the chair and made myself comfortable before starting, "Shoof el gi9a hy..."

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"... w hathy hy el salfa" I concluded my story. 

"Aha" was Salman's only reply. 

"Aha?" I repeated. 

He suddenly bursted into fits of laughter, "Ya mama e9bry 3alay.. 5aleeny afkr shwy" 

"Tfaker b aish?" I was curious to hear his answer.

"Afaker b 6aree8a asa3dk feeha" 

"Bs ana ma a7taj mosa3adah" 

"Enty lain al7een ma 97ty 3alla wala wa7ed w tgoulen enk mo ga3da t7seen b ay shay 97?" he asked. 

"Eee?" 

"Hatha mu 6abee3y, wgt el 7ezn lazm el sha59 y9ee7 w wagt el far7ah lazm el wa7ed ystanes, enty al7een mthl el 9anam ma t7seen b shay"

"Ouch" I replied with a chuckle. 

He bellowed with laughter, "Ya Shahad ana al7een mn jdy b7awl asa3dk." 

"Okay??" 

"Laish harabty mn el awlad elly tw youm kano bymskoonk?" he asked. 

"Kano y5awfoon" I replied. 

"Y5awfoon? ya3ny ashkalhom t5wf 97?" His interrogation began. 

"Eee" 

"Ya3ny 5fty mnhom 97?" 

"Eee! Kano bygtloony kano bysawoon feeny ashya2 kano-" I thought about what they would do to me and the tears finally came. 


But with the tears, along came the fear. The fear was undeniably scary, frightening even. The whole idea spread jolts of fear through my veins. My heart beats were as fast as lightning, and a tremor spread through my body reminding me of the terror. The waterfall of tears in my eyes wouldn't stop. I suddenly remembered the incidents with Laith and Sa3ad, they were like a movie replaying the pain and hurt. My heart died a little more inside, it broke, it's shattered now. 


"Shahad baba wagfy.. 3ashany" Salman spoke. 

"Shahad, please.." he pulled me into his arms. 


Those arms of his managed to calm me down, my tears magically decreased but they were still raining. The fear in my heart disappeared, it was replaced with a home-like feeling. His chest felt like a shelter made precisely for me. That chest of his made me strong, it's indescribable. His chest was my shelter, my other home, my paradise. But even that embrace couldn't heal my broken heart. Oh how lovely it felt to be comforted, my own hugging pillow. 


The tears finally stopped. His fingers held my chin up to look at him, "Ha baba a7san al7een?" 

I nodded. 

"Tbeen moya?"

I nodded. 

He chuckled, "shfeek bs t7arkeen rasek, tklmy" 

"9rt a7san w ee aby moya" I spoke. 

"Haha.. ya 7ubeelk, 5ala9 ana al7een ajeeb mn da5il" he said as he stood up.

"La la please, la tetkrny! Maby moya 5ala9" I begged with fright.

"5ala9 mara7 at7arak.. ta3aly" he pulled me closer to him. 

"Shahad etha t7seen eny ga3ed ajbrk 3alla shay aw mt'6ayga goolaily okay? Ana al7een ga3ed a'6aygek?" he asked worried. 

"La! La abad.. I like this" I said as I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep between his manly arms. 




-Several hours later-


I woke up, and found myself lying on a bed I've never seen before. 

I turn my head...

I am not alone. 
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