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PREVIOUSLY:

I lay down carelessly in bed just tossing and turning around until I heard the doorbell. I immediately stood up and went to open the door assuming it was Hessa…. But was in complete shock when I saw him standing at my door.

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Yes, it was him. That same guy I bumped into the other day at the parking. I was staring at him not knowing what to be shocked about, him being here or me standing in infront of him in a grey muscle tank and striped boxers.

I looked like I just got out of the jungle with my curly hair all over the place and my bare less face. God I swear if I were in his place I would’ve dropped those bags he was carrying and ran completely to the other side of the country…

….: “i7mm i7mm”

Meera: “…”

….: “Helloo” he said as he waved his hand in attempt to catch my attention… which he got.

Meera: “uhhh Hi” I said with a fake smile on my face

….: “Hmmm so you’re Meera” he said squinting his eyes trying to analyze my reaction.

Meera: “huh? What??” I said in complete shock

Meera: “HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?” I screamed furiously.

….: “Hessa told me”, he said as he pushed me gently and made his way to the kitchen and placed the stuff he had on the counter top.

Meera: “what? How do you know hessa?”…”uffff yarabiii!! Msh fahma shay! Inta mnu??”

….: “Hessa’s cousin”, he said coldly while unpacking the bags.

What annoyed me the most was that he came in as if he owned the place and did whatever he wanted to not giving me any importance. He didn’t even look at me when he talked.

Meera: “inzain shu tswe hne?!”

….: “she asked me to come”

Meera: “ufff trak t8hr! da5il kaif kaifik, mnu t’t7ra 3mrk?!”

….: “do you want to eat?”

Meera: “huh?!”

….: “It’s either a yes or no, which is it?”

Meera: “ummm I don’t know”

….: “when a girl says I don’t know it, it means yes. No need to be shy you know.”

Meera: “mashalla 7l’lt’ha 3a kaifk?! Shy awna”

….: “don’t deny”

Meera: “inzain what if I was hungry?! Shu btswee mthln?!!”

….: “I’ll make you dinner”

Meera: “You know how to cook?”

….: “I don’t want you to think I’m gay or something but I went to culinary school, so yes I do know how to cook”

Meera: “ahaa and why would I think you’re gay?”

….: “cause most people tend to do so whenever I tell them I cook…”

Meera: “mmmm, you better make something good” I said as I gave him my back and made my way to the sofa and grabbed my phone to text Hessa.

  Meera:   7:24   “HESSAAAA!!!”

                 7:24    “WHERE ARE YOU!!”

                 7:25    “UFFF BTHB7CH”

                 7:30   “m’mkn ma t’tjahlain! Y3ni I can see that you’re online”

                       

Hessa:    7:34    “I’m on my way! Bla 7na!!”

I ignored and turned my head around to see what he was doing, and that’s when I realized that I don’t even know his name. I got interrupted by my thoughts when Hessa flung  the door open and screamed “…………………………...”.