Part 8.

     “W-What?” Dalal asked.

Faisal smiled because Dalal was caught off guard, “agoolich etzawjeeni, abeech et9ereen 7alaly Daloola.”

Dalal was quite, she knew she wanted to marry Faisal, she knew it from the beginning but she also knew that her Dad wouldn’t agree of such occasion.

Dalal sighed, “Faisal obouy mara7 yertha, w I cant just run off with you.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try with him Dalal?” Faisal said slowly turning his smile into a frown. “Ya3ne hal mara we’ll make it official? Akhale omy etkalem omich?”

Dalal shook her head, “Its not that easy Faisal.”

Faisal breathed out as he tried to hold on to his temper, “Ya3ne shafham men kalamich?”

Dalal stayed quite.

“A7achech ana? Laish ta7green?” Faisal was slowly losing his temper and Dalal was confused. This is a side she never really saw from Faisal. All the anger and cold tones he was using with her were all knew. Faisal saw the scared expression Dalal wore and he slowly calmed down.

“I’m sorry Dalal, bas men tefaragna wana 9ayer a3asib ebser3a wala agdar amsk a39abi.”

Dalal nodded.

“Daloola please ana ga3ed a7awel aftaa7 bebaan wentay ga3da et9akreenhom ebwayhi. Dalal I want to marry you, w law obooich mara7 yertha al7een ebyertha ba3dain la2na this is what you want. 9a7?”

“9a7.” Dalal whispered. “I think its time to go back home Faisal.”

Faisal nodded, “yalla lets go.” He put out his hand and Dalal took it without second thoughts.

They walked back to the car and he drove back to Salheya so Dalal could get back into her car and drive home.

As Faisal parked he looked at Dalal, “meta bashoofech?”

“Madree Faisal,” Dalal said.

“Tabeen etshofeeni?” Faisal asked “Are you happy I’m back?”

“Faisal hatha su2al? Akeed abe ashoofek, and yes I’m very happy that your back. Bas ent mu betrd soon?” Dalal turned to face Faisal.

Faisal nodded, “bas bugali three more weeks ba3dain lazem ard America.”

Dalal swallowed the knots of tears in her throat and plastered a smile, “then akeed I’ll see you before you go.”

“Bas?” Faisal looked bumped out. “I only get to see my girl twice?”

“Well if some miracle happens and baba suddenly gets amnesia w yertha then you’ll see me more than once.” Dalal said sarcastically.

“Dalal I’m serious, mabe ard America without making progress with our parents.” Faisal said.

“What’s the point Faisal? Obouy mara7 ekhaleni atzawaj a7ad ghair weld 3amy and both of us are in separate relationships. Faisal tadree kel ma 3ami w murta yaw baitna all they talk about is ‘3azeez and Dalal’s’ wedding? Tadre 3ami emkha6i6 weya obouy kelshay? They’re not even letting us say anything! Faisal, 3azeez is in love weya bent thanya and I have you but they’re ignoring us!” Dalal started tearing up.

“Shhh 7abebty” Faisal wore a torn apart look and held Dalal’s hand. “I promise we’ll find a way, I promise.”

Dalal nodded and wiped her tears, “Faisal I don’t want you to go back.”

“Back where 7abebty?” Faisal asked.

“Mabeek etrd America.” Dalal said.

“Laish youba?” Faisal asked.

“Bas mabee, aghar 3alaik. W abeek ehny belkuwait, 3al aqal agdar ashookfek bel 9edfa, bas wenta eb America ayi 9edfa ebtejma3na?” Dalal said.

Faisal smiled to the fact that Dalal still gets jealous over him, “Tadreen bugali sena w ard 9a7?”

“Still, ta3al ehny w kamel derastk, 3ndna wayed jam3at bel Kuwait.”

“7abebty magdar, I tried transferring my papers back her awal elsena galoli ena etha bared be3adloonli sentain bas w 7aram ana bas bugali sena w akhls.”

Dalal frowned, “ya3ne shloun Faisal? I’m not gonna see you? Wetha eq9booni atzawaj 3azeez wenta emsafer?”

Faisal’s jaw dropped, “Laa ma7ad ebyaq9ibch etsaween shay, ba3dayn you never know, yemken eb hal three weeks a miracle happens?”

Dalal shrugged, “yeah sure Faisal.”

“Dalool khala9 stop being so negative, bared elbait w ba7ache omy.” Faisal said.

Dalal smiled, “enshalla Faisal, yalla I better go, tamerni 3ala shay?”

Faisal nodded, “take care w drive safely” then he leaned in and kissed Dalal’s forehead.

Dalal blushed, “Enshallaa 7abeby,” she grabbed her bag and went back into her car.

As she drove back home, her cousin Mariam called her and asked about all the details.

Dalal told her everything and Mariam was really happy for her cousin, but the question lay unanswered, ‘how will Dalal convince her Dad to accept Faisal?’ Neither Dalal nor Mariam knew what to do but Dalal wasn’t so worried. She’d talk to her mother, she’s sure her mother would know what to do.

As she parked in front of her house, she noticed 3azeez’s car parked too.

‘Why is 3azeez here?’ she thought.

Before getting down from her car she messaged Faisal telling him that she got home and he replied back telling her that he’s going to the dewaniya and that before sleeping she should call him.

Dalal took every ounce of courage and confidence and walked into her house.

“Kahi kahi ew9alat,” she heard her mother say as she walked into the living room.

3azeez, Nasser and her mother were all sitting in the living room enjoying hot cups of tea.

“Salam 3alaykom,” Dalal entered the room and kissed her mothers forehead and sat beside her.

They all greeted Dalal back and 3azeez smiled to Dalal, “Shlounch Dalal?” he asked.

“7emdallah 3azeez, wenta?” She asked with a questioning look.

“Bkhair damich ebkhair.” 3azeez replied.

“Yala 3azeez kahi Dalal yat, eshbaghait’ha feeh?” Nasser asked.

3azeez smiled, and Dalal was speechless.

What 3azeez said to Dalal was absolutely surprising that it left all three of them in shock.