Yes2elouuni Laih A7ibek, 7oub Ma7abah Bashar.. (2)

Shaikha stared at him, not knowing what to do. She felt so stupid. He was still holding her, not knowing what to do either. Shaikha quickly got her balance back and stammered, "Uhh, umm.. Mashkour magasaart.."

He smiled, "La, shda3wa 3adi.." He bent down and picked up the pieces from the phone and put them back together for her.

"Mashkour.." Shaikha said as he handed her the phone. Their fingers softly stroked inadvertently. Shaikha quickly pulled away. She looked down and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Walaaw.." He said huskily and smiled.

'Oh my god, laa2 wayd wayd jaameel!' Shaikha thought silently to herself. She couldn't even look at him. He was tanned, had a smokin' hot body, and short hair. His face was absolutely perfect. He possessed big almond dark eyes and a straight sharp nose.

Shaikha hurridley walked back to the restaurant. She couldn't wait a second longer to tell her best friend what horror she just had face. However, he was still there, just looking at her leave. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about her..

Fajer stuffed herself with the appetizer they just ordered. It was absolutely scrumptious. Shaikha was literally running back to Fajer.

"Shfeech, shfeech?!" Fajer managed to choke with her full mouth. She slurped down some diet coke and wiped her mouth with a napkin she had on her laps.

Shaikha was out of breath, but she managed to tell her the situation. "Typical Shaikha!" Fajer slapped her thighs and started laughing. "Dayman clumsy!"

"Ya kalbaaa..!" Shaikha blushed. "Fajer, wallah fashla."

"3adi 3adi," smiled Fajer. She stirred her diet coke with the straw to move the ice in a circular motion. "Inzain, magelteeli, shkan labes?"

Shaikha used gestures as she explained, "Navy blue polo shirt and grey jogging pants.." Fajer approved by giving her a thumbs up. She picked up her burger and continued eating. Her fingers were greasy, she did not care less, since it was damn good.

The girls finished their lunch and headed back to the car. As Shaikha got her keys out, Fajer blurted out, "I can't believe you're leaving for three months.. Boulah 3alaich wayyd Shayoukh.."

Shaikha frowned. She was supposed to leave in a few days to the states. Shaikha hugged her best friend to placate her.

They climbed in the car, and both looked at themselves at the mirror and adjusted themselves. Shaikha re-applied her lipstick while Fajer put her hair back in a sleek ponytail.

Shaikha backed up the car and looked in her iPod to find the song she wanted. She fastforwarded into the good parts of the song. Fajer opened the car roof while Shaikha turned up the volume loudly. A cool breeze swiftly brushed on their skin.

She slowed time every time there was an indication of pedestrians crossing.

Mohammed Abdou beautifully sang, 'Madri ela elyouumm, tolah 3ala ma'6naak, wela entaha 7uby? Ya gaayed elreem thekraak maghayebat 3an kha6eri sa3a! Rou7y lek ya saken elrou7 nazaa3a.. Meta elwasool goul? Gouul gouul! Bajeebak wasaabeg alsa3aa!'

Shaikha softly sang along as she drummed the beat on her steering wheel and slowly rocked left and right.

She closed her eyes for a second and absorbed the beauty of Arabic music. Mohammed Abdou's voice, the drums, and the sounds of violin filled her ears. Shaikha opened her eyes.

She spotted something beautiful standing there, just standing there, staring at her. Standing by the pedestrian crosswalk next to the automatic gates, he was holding his phone and merely stared at her. Shaikha slowly stepped on the break and came to a full stop to let him pass through.

She motioned for him to go and smiled. He smiled back and thanked her. As he crossed, he heard the song and chuckled quietly to himself. This was a song he recognized and loved.

'3ala elbal, kul eltafaseel, 3ala elbal..' He thought to himself and walked to his car.

Fajer was struck with awe, "Hatha uhwa?" She lowered the music and looked at Shaikha. Shaikha drove her car out and nodded, "Yuuup.."

"Laa, laa! Eyaaanin Shaiks!" smiled Fajer. Shaikha threw her head back and laughed. A dry breeze stroked on their skin.

The car sped through zigzags in the Gulf Road. Soon after, they arrived and went to grab Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

"Two Hazelnut coffee with extra cream and three splendas please!" said Fajer, almost robotically. The girls were used to their order in the states.

"Anything else, ma'am?" asked the Philipino as he punched in the order on the cashier.

Shaikha scanned through the racks of vibrant colors of fresh donuts. "Tabeen Boston Kreme?" she asked.

"Eeeh! Eeeeeh! Walah yebteeha 9a7.." smiled Fajer. "& two Boston Kreme donuts please.."

Typically, they had a fight over the bill. The girls both shoved their money in the man's face. "Okay! Okay!" Shaikha held Fajer's wrist, wanting to negotiate. "Entay def3ai ihnee, bas namai 3indenah elaila ou enrou7 eljam3eya neshtiree 5arabee6 3alayy ana, okay?"

Fajer paused and thought for a second, "Shaiks, Latgi9een 3alay! Akeed eljam3eya betkon a'3la men ihnee!" She wagged her finger and Shaikha.

Shaikha laughed, "Yalaaaaaa 3ad Fajour! Bala me9a5a 5an5ales!"

Fajer grunted as she handed him the 10 KD bill, "You'll get past it this time.." They grabbed their coffees and bag of donuts and headed towards the sea.

"Wai3! Laish labseen k3ooba malat 3alaina?" whined Fajer. "Abe atmasha 3al ba7ar 3ala ra7ti!"

Shaikha stopped and squealed, "E7na dayman en7e6 jouwati ou ihdoum bel dabbaa men el gym! 5anchayek yemkin feeh shai?"

Fajer opened her eyes wide, "Walah ely yesma3na al7een yegooloon 3annah meyaneen!"

Shaikha giggled and headed back to her car carefully, she did not want to spill her coffee. She unlocked the car and opened the back trunk. Fajer spotted one pair of black flats and gold sandals. She handed Shaikha the black flats, knowing that it was best to go with her outfit, and the gold went with her own. Shaikha put down the drinks & sat down. Both took of their shoes and threw them back, replacing them with the comfortable shoes.

"Fajour, tabeen inrou7 ba7ar thani? Emshaiy 3indey 5osh mokan!" said Shaikha as she closed the door of the trunk.

"Entay oo 6al3aatich hathi! Yalaa, yala meshaina.." smiled Fajer.

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7:19pm, car.

Automatically, the iPod went on and played songs. 'El3umr lare7t mayeswa, walaah mayeswa! 5ith rou7y, 5ith galbi, 5ith 3umri ya haneyaali.. Lek 7ayati yal ghala fedwa, kelee lek fedwa: 3eshgi gharaami, heyaami, 7uby elghaali!'

The Eqa3aat started forming, and slowly took over the car's speakers. The beat shook the chairs and the body of the car in a rhythm.

"Walaa3teni, sahaaaarteniiii, yaaa mounyaatii ib7oubak! Dam inee anaa, mayet 3alaah, bamshii ana ib darbiiik.." sang Fajer. "Haa, haa wain ray7a Shaiks?!" screamed Fajer over the loud music.

"Trust me," smiled Shaikha. She drove her car through the deep dry sand as the engine roared furiously. She parked exactly next to the shoreline. Shaikha adjusted the car so the back trunk faced the ocean. The plan was to sit on the trunk and drink their coffee.

"Laaa, laa! Ta3jebeeeeeni! Waii 7ada eyanin elmukan!" swooned Fajer as she swung the door open.

Shaikha sighed as she closed the door slowly. Grabbing their steaming hot coffee, they sat down on the trunk and kicked their shoes off.

"They call this coffee?" choked Fajer after she sipped her drink.

"Laish shfeeh?" asked Shaikha.

"Entay thougeeeeh awal, ba3dain goleeli shfeeh!"

After taking a large sip, Shaikha made a face. She did not like her coffee, "Shinsawe ba3ad? At least we have donuts!" she pointed out.

Fajer nodded and got them out. She sunk her teeth into her donut. Custard cream filled her mouth with delight, "Yummm.."

"So, um," Shaikha licked her thumb and said, "Shloun Fahad?"

Fajer smiled, "I really think he likes me a lot.."

Shaikha slightly punched her best friend's arm, "Men9ijech?! Akeed he does!"

Fajer & Fahad were simply strictly friends in university; however, Shaikha knew that there is a definite potential in love waiting for them to have the opportunity to grasp it.

The music still went on, 'Laftah, ou 6aif ibtesamaa, mithel fajer khajouul.. Takhshi 3ala el7oub alra'6ee3 kelmat 3adouul.. La, laa tekhafii laa! Galbi sam3 9amtik, 9outyy 9adaa hamsek.. Wenti? Wenti ribee3 el3umr fee kol alfusoool!'

The song was absolutely beautiful and calm. The girls sat in silence and stared at the dark crashing sea. They absolutely loved the sea. It wasn't the sea they knew. Tonight, it was flooding to shore angrily, and forced all the sand grains away from it.

Fajer sighed and cracked her fingers. Shaikha's phone broke the silence and rang. It was her mother, informing her that she should get back home and start her packing. She was leaving in just a few days..

"Tsa3deeni?" Shaikha attempted to copy Fajer's puppy face.

Fajer laughed, "Akeeed! Bas eyaani weyach tqaldeeen my technique!"

Shaikha giggled as she jumped out of the truck. She sat on the driver's seat sideways and brushed the sand away from her feet and wore her flats, carefully, in order not to get any sand in the car. Fajer shook her head smiled, 'Shaiks and her weird neatness..' She did the same in respect. Shaikha shifted the gear and backed up.

"Degayy 3ala Khalti ou gouleelaha inech bitnameen 3indee.."said Shaikha.

Fajer grabbed her phone and dialed her mom's number, "Inshaalah.." She got permission and closed the phone.

As soon as they got on the Gulf Road, Shaikha looked at her best friend and nodded, "Yala DJ!"

Fajer laughed and looked through the iPod. She selected David Guetta's Gettin' Over You.

"Allaaaaaah!" Shaikha smiled, "La ghal6anaa chithee I'm going to get a speeding ticket!" She sped and turned the volume up.

Fajer heard a car speeding there way. She glanced at the mirror and saw a blue Cayman speeding through the cars. Soon after before she knew it, the driver was balancing the car's speed to match theirs.

"Gi6a3, shfeeh hatha?" Shaikha jerked her head away.

Fajer giggled, "Maaaadriiii!"

This was a situation every Kuwaiti girl would have to encounter in her life. Stupid, stupid Kuwaiti men would follow her home helplessly, hoping for a chance.

"Yala Shaiks, do your magic!" Fajer winked at her. She looked at him again, he was grinning foolishly with a friend of his. His friend kept on trying to steal a glance at the girls. She laughed in silence and looked at her friend in order for them not to see her, "Way shakelhom ghabi Shayoooooouukh!" She explained to her what was going on.

Shaikha laughed and stepped on the gas and the engine roared furiously. She concentrated as she sped even faster, attempting to lose the losers.

The car's bass trembeled as the song played. The techno was absolutely mind-blowing.

Fajer gave her two thumbs up and nodded. They lost them.

"Aah, home sweet home!" Shaikha sighed as she pulled over and lowered the music. "Yala, time to have one hell of a night!"

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3ala elbal, Mohammed Abdou

El3umr mayeswa, Elwasmy

Gettin' Over You, David Guetta