Second chapter of my new story Deceived!
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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.
I greeted my grandmother, wished her happy birthday, and then continued on greeting the rest of the family.
I was almost done kissing and hugging everyone until I spotted Malak.
Malak is my cousin from my dad's side and is a year older than me, which makes her 16. She and I have been almost sisters ever since we were little. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she's always there for me, no matter what.
I kissed Malak and hugged her, too. We were talking about how our grandmother got so surprised with her birthday cake that she almost fainted!
Then we switched to a topic about my birthday. What should we do? Who to invite? Where is it gonna be?
We eventually decided to have a small dinner party at my house to celebrate it with only our closest friends.
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Well, today's my birthday. I'm officially 15. Munya and I were always the last ones to age in our little group.
Munya and Malak came over to get ready for the dinner party at around 10 in the morning. We did our nails and hair, and then finally put on our dresses when it was time.
My father was there to help us when the girls arrived, just in case of any emergency.
By 8 PM, everyone was already munching on their platters. After dinner, we danced a bit and began talking, laughing, and eating mini desserts that our cook prepared for us.
Everyone had to leave by 12 AM, and some left a few gifts on the glass table on their way out. I wasn't really the 'gifts' type of person.
I was more of the 'let's just party' type, presents didn't matter that much to me, but it would be really kind of someone if they took their time searching for something to buy me, I would really appreciate it.
Malak slept over that night since she wanted to spend more time with me.
We stayed up all night until 3 in the morning. Malak fell asleep while playing cards, while I wasn't really that tired yet.
I went downstairs to get a glass of water, when I see my father smoking a cigarette while reading a book on our leather, beige couch.
He knew how much Fahad and I hated to see him smoke, and he knew how much it killed him, yet he still continuously smoked, day and night. He started this bad habit ever since my mother's death. He watched the love of his life die right in front of his eyes in that tragic car accident. Till today he still feels it was his fault she died, since he was the one driving the car.
I approached him and sat near him watching him place the cigarette into the nearby cigarette plate. He turned his head to face me and gave me a big hug for no apparent reason.
5 minutes later of pure silence, he got up from his warm seat, and headed to the food closet, and got out a box wrapped with pink wrapping paper and a black ribbon to add a simple yet pretty touch to the gift.
He returned to me and handed it over.
I was too excited to say thank you, but instead opened the present right away.
An iPhone.
I thanked him so much and gave him a big, cuddly hug.
He then told me that he had something very important to tell me.
"Since you're 15 at the moment, I've decided to get you this type of phone because I know how much you've craved it, and earned it with your high marks. And since I'm giving you this, I condone you to make just one account that you want for easier communication with Munya and Malak, and the rest of your friends. I know that everyone has one and that's why I didn't want you to feel left out as my daughter. I've seen you use the house computer wisely and well, so I don't see any reason for you to have some privacy at this age, so why not buy you an iPhone?" he said.
I replied to him with an enormous grin on my face, "Thank you thank you thank you so much, Baba! You won't regret it, I promise! I love you thank you!"
At that moment I felt my father has finally put full trust and faith in me.
I ran upstairs and entered my creamy white bedroom, changed into my shorts and t-shirt, and dozed off to a light, comfortable, night snooze.
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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.
I greeted my grandmother, wished her happy birthday, and then continued on greeting the rest of the family.
I was almost done kissing and hugging everyone until I spotted Malak.
Malak is my cousin from my dad's side and is a year older than me, which makes her 16. She and I have been almost sisters ever since we were little. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she's always there for me, no matter what.
I kissed Malak and hugged her, too. We were talking about how our grandmother got so surprised with her birthday cake that she almost fainted!
Then we switched to a topic about my birthday. What should we do? Who to invite? Where is it gonna be?
We eventually decided to have a small dinner party at my house to celebrate it with only our closest friends.
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Well, today's my birthday. I'm officially 15. Munya and I were always the last ones to age in our little group.
Munya and Malak came over to get ready for the dinner party at around 10 in the morning. We did our nails and hair, and then finally put on our dresses when it was time.
My father was there to help us when the girls arrived, just in case of any emergency.
By 8 PM, everyone was already munching on their platters. After dinner, we danced a bit and began talking, laughing, and eating mini desserts that our cook prepared for us.
Everyone had to leave by 12 AM, and some left a few gifts on the glass table on their way out. I wasn't really the 'gifts' type of person.
I was more of the 'let's just party' type, presents didn't matter that much to me, but it would be really kind of someone if they took their time searching for something to buy me, I would really appreciate it.
Malak slept over that night since she wanted to spend more time with me.
We stayed up all night until 3 in the morning. Malak fell asleep while playing cards, while I wasn't really that tired yet.
I went downstairs to get a glass of water, when I see my father smoking a cigarette while reading a book on our leather, beige couch.
He knew how much Fahad and I hated to see him smoke, and he knew how much it killed him, yet he still continuously smoked, day and night. He started this bad habit ever since my mother's death. He watched the love of his life die right in front of his eyes in that tragic car accident. Till today he still feels it was his fault she died, since he was the one driving the car.
I approached him and sat near him watching him place the cigarette into the nearby cigarette plate. He turned his head to face me and gave me a big hug for no apparent reason.
5 minutes later of pure silence, he got up from his warm seat, and headed to the food closet, and got out a box wrapped with pink wrapping paper and a black ribbon to add a simple yet pretty touch to the gift.
He returned to me and handed it over.
I was too excited to say thank you, but instead opened the present right away.
An iPhone.
I thanked him so much and gave him a big, cuddly hug.
He then told me that he had something very important to tell me.
"Since you're 15 at the moment, I've decided to get you this type of phone because I know how much you've craved it, and earned it with your high marks. And since I'm giving you this, I condone you to make just one account that you want for easier communication with Munya and Malak, and the rest of your friends. I know that everyone has one and that's why I didn't want you to feel left out as my daughter. I've seen you use the house computer wisely and well, so I don't see any reason for you to have some privacy at this age, so why not buy you an iPhone?" he said.
I replied to him with an enormous grin on my face, "Thank you thank you thank you so much, Baba! You won't regret it, I promise! I love you thank you!"
At that moment I felt my father has finally put full trust and faith in me.
I ran upstairs and entered my creamy white bedroom, changed into my shorts and t-shirt, and dozed off to a light, comfortable, night snooze.
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