"I'm 23 years old :)"
My heart began to beat, although this time, I didn't know whether it was because Fouad gave me butterflies or was it because I was in complete shock.
"Oh.." I answered.
I was too furious, displeased, crossed, and almost every other synonym of "angry"!
"Are you mad?" he asked.
I was wondering how could he not realize I was angry. Didn't I imply that with my brief answer?
"Mhmmm.." I replied implying once again that I was not only mad, but extremely furious!
"I see.. You are :(" he answered.
"Wasn't it obvious?" I said back bluntly.
"I'm sorry, truly, truly sorry :(" he told me.
"But please remember what I told you, age doesn't matter <3" he added.
The moment I read his words, I read in between the lines.
Maybe he's right, age doesn't matter.
"That's true." I replied.
I placed my phone on my wooden dressing table and exited the room.
I entered our wide living room furnished with brand new furniture that my aunt, an interior designer, designed herself , where my father and Fahad happen to be sitting on.
Their faces looked blunt and dull. They were watching the news on television.
I questioned their appearances.
My father held his head high and faced me, "We've decided to leave earlier to Canada because apparently, the university just called me and said that Fahad has to make up for one last exam. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?" I asked, "but that's so soon!"
"Yes I know, that's why your aunt is gonna be here tomorrow morning as soon as we leave." he replied, "we will be out of the house by 10:30 AM."
"Oh okay.." I said while making space for myself in between Fahad and my father.
A while later, I was told to go upstairs to get some rest because I had to wake up extra early to say goodbye to Fahad tomorrow.
I checked my iPhone and picked it up from where I last left it.
Nothing from Fouad. He probably didn't know what to say after my short word answers.
I dug myself into my comfy cold bed and fell asleep instantly.
-
"Ghaneya!!!!!!!!!!!!!" my father's loud voice awoke me from all the way downstairs.
"What!?" I shouted back.
"Come on, we're gonna be gone for a while and the least you could do is say goodbye!" Fahad said instead of my dear father this time.
"Mmmmm....." I moaned loudly.
I forced myself to get up and walk down the stairs to the main entrance where the two men were at.
In the meanwhile, I wrote to Fouad that Fahad and my father were leaving.
"So I guess we aren't gonna see you for a while.. so yeah..." Fahad's voice reminded me that I reached the front door. They were both waiting for me to look up from my phone and say my final goodbyes.
My father did that cough which indicates he was seeking my attention.
I giggled softly and ran in for a group hug.
"Stay out of trouble!" my father said.
I gave Fahad an individual, last, warm hug and waved at them drive far away from our neighborhood.
My aunt was sitting inside just relaxing, eating, and watching television.
She was just here to check on me, she would leave later on in the afternoon before lunch.
I ran up to my room holding my mobile to read Fouad's reply.
"Oh really? :( Where are they off to?"
"Canada" I wrote. I explained to him why and for what reason.
"Oh.. So who's taking care of you?" he asked.
"My aunts will come every now and then, every 2 to 3 days.. That's what my father told me." I wrote back.
"Hey.. Umm.. Ghaneya?" he asked me. I felt suspicious and frightened he would tell me he wasn't 23 either.
"Yeah?.." I answered.
2 minutes later, I received a reply.
"I think we should meet! :)"
My heart began to beat, although this time, I didn't know whether it was because Fouad gave me butterflies or was it because I was in complete shock.
"Oh.." I answered.
I was too furious, displeased, crossed, and almost every other synonym of "angry"!
"Are you mad?" he asked.
I was wondering how could he not realize I was angry. Didn't I imply that with my brief answer?
"Mhmmm.." I replied implying once again that I was not only mad, but extremely furious!
"I see.. You are :(" he answered.
"Wasn't it obvious?" I said back bluntly.
"I'm sorry, truly, truly sorry :(" he told me.
"But please remember what I told you, age doesn't matter <3" he added.
The moment I read his words, I read in between the lines.
Maybe he's right, age doesn't matter.
"That's true." I replied.
I placed my phone on my wooden dressing table and exited the room.
I entered our wide living room furnished with brand new furniture that my aunt, an interior designer, designed herself , where my father and Fahad happen to be sitting on.
Their faces looked blunt and dull. They were watching the news on television.
I questioned their appearances.
My father held his head high and faced me, "We've decided to leave earlier to Canada because apparently, the university just called me and said that Fahad has to make up for one last exam. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?" I asked, "but that's so soon!"
"Yes I know, that's why your aunt is gonna be here tomorrow morning as soon as we leave." he replied, "we will be out of the house by 10:30 AM."
"Oh okay.." I said while making space for myself in between Fahad and my father.
A while later, I was told to go upstairs to get some rest because I had to wake up extra early to say goodbye to Fahad tomorrow.
I checked my iPhone and picked it up from where I last left it.
Nothing from Fouad. He probably didn't know what to say after my short word answers.
I dug myself into my comfy cold bed and fell asleep instantly.
-
"Ghaneya!!!!!!!!!!!!!" my father's loud voice awoke me from all the way downstairs.
"What!?" I shouted back.
"Come on, we're gonna be gone for a while and the least you could do is say goodbye!" Fahad said instead of my dear father this time.
"Mmmmm....." I moaned loudly.
I forced myself to get up and walk down the stairs to the main entrance where the two men were at.
In the meanwhile, I wrote to Fouad that Fahad and my father were leaving.
"So I guess we aren't gonna see you for a while.. so yeah..." Fahad's voice reminded me that I reached the front door. They were both waiting for me to look up from my phone and say my final goodbyes.
My father did that cough which indicates he was seeking my attention.
I giggled softly and ran in for a group hug.
"Stay out of trouble!" my father said.
I gave Fahad an individual, last, warm hug and waved at them drive far away from our neighborhood.
My aunt was sitting inside just relaxing, eating, and watching television.
She was just here to check on me, she would leave later on in the afternoon before lunch.
I ran up to my room holding my mobile to read Fouad's reply.
"Oh really? :( Where are they off to?"
"Canada" I wrote. I explained to him why and for what reason.
"Oh.. So who's taking care of you?" he asked.
"My aunts will come every now and then, every 2 to 3 days.. That's what my father told me." I wrote back.
"Hey.. Umm.. Ghaneya?" he asked me. I felt suspicious and frightened he would tell me he wasn't 23 either.
"Yeah?.." I answered.
2 minutes later, I received a reply.
"I think we should meet! :)"
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