Part 05

Previously:

Happy Birthday Angel
May all your wishes and dreams come true
Enjoy your birthday, Hope I was there to enjoy it with you
Xoxo

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That text put me in a really awkward position, I didn’t reply and i cant reply now 24 hours later!
Instead I laid awake in my empty room, surrounded myself with my thoughts of where Sarah and I were, and where we are now. We used to share every little thing together, now a sweet text made me question my decisions. I especially thought of who I was, and who I became. The fact that in one night I made out with a total stranger.. drunk, Frightened the hell out of me.

I never ever had the slightest thought of drinking alcohol. I always believed it was dumb and immature. I thought of how karma bites, and in my head I went thru all my “projects”. I really still regret fucking them up, some of them were really nice people, some would literally slit their wrist for me, others worship the ground I walk on, but there were still a few rotten apples.

Sunday morning..

Few more hours till I see her face, I’m afraid it’s all going to be too much to bare. I still felt shitty from the weekend. Going to uni was traumatic especially on this day.
After all my classes I rushed to my car. I kept my sunglasses on even indoors, just to avoid eye contact with anyone. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk. All I wanted was to see Sarah. That’s all I can ask for on a dreadful day like this, I didn't want to talk to her, I just wanted to see her.

I got in my car, took off my shailah. And sat there for a few minutes , just to catch my breath. I played my iPod on the only song that could always fix my mood. “Sunday Morning – Maroon 5”

And drove off, I few minutes later I get a disturbing phone call. Oh joy! Its Salama!

Hamda: Alloo ?

Salama: Halla Sh7alch?

Hamda: Im ok

Salama: Are you still sticking by your deal?

Hamda: What deal?

-with everything going on, I seriously forgot!-

Salama: Tommorow? The open day?

Hamda: Oh yeah! Me? Your date ! That’s right

Salama: So I pick you up 12-ish ?

Hamda: Yeah, Sure

Salama: See ya

Hamda: Bye!

Let me remind you that i hated her guts, she tricked me!I stuck by the deal because thats what i do, breaking deals or promises is just what i dont do!

Open Day …

I put on my favorite hottest shoes, and got my hair done perfectly. It wasn’t for Salama, It was for me. I wanted to feel good about myself, appreciate this face and body that god gave me. My gut told me today was going to be horrible, all i could do was go with the fucking flow
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The ride to university was awkwardly silent. Salama tried to make conversation but I kept indirectly shutting her up and commenting on the music or the smell of her car (which smelt like pizza hut)

As we entered the gates Asma was the first person I saw. Asma is Sarah’s cousin.

Asma: Halla w ‘3alla

Hamda: Asoom Halla

Asma: Oh My God Saloom, Mn zmaan 3anch sh7alch?

Salama: El 7amdellah sh7alch inty?

Asma: Ysrch 7aly..Dont forget to check out our booth

Salama: Inshallah

Wooah, That was awkward. Apparently Salama graduated from this university, So everyone knows her. And at events like this one all people do is talk (Gossip), So im doomed!

Salama: 7amdoo balach you’re walking meters away

Hamda: No im not, umm im just looking for Shamma

All day as I tried to push Salama away she pulled me closer. I really didn’t know what she wanted from me, and I certainly wasn’t thinking of being more than friends with her.
I came up with excuses and had pointless long chats with random people. For hours I felt Sarah’s eyes following my every move, which made me go insane!
"Go with the flow, Go with the flow" i kept mumbling to myself all day

My friends and I finally settled in one area. Shamma sat next to me and of course on the other side was Salama, Hessa and her girlfriend joined us too. After we all laughed our hysterically over people’s silly decisions of dyeing the hair with pink and green highlights or wearing a scrunchy, my eyes locked on Sarah’s. It lasted for a split second but felt like forever, I got that funny feeling in my tummy, I started getting sweaty and felt like there is no more oxygen in the room. Only moments after I get a text form Sarah <3

Is it true what they say?
You and Saloom are a couple?


To Be Continued ;) ….


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Readers, I guess im gonna keep leaving you with texts from Sarah. Hmmm, Maybe this blog should be called "Texts from Sarah" LOL!

Keep Reading ;)
xoxo
Hamda