Yes2elouuni Laih A7ibek, 7oub Ma7abah Bashar.. (3)

"Ayouuuuuuhh! Galbii 3alaaaaaiiik eltaaaaaa3..!" Shaikha sang loudly as she entered the room with two large rolling traveling bags.

Fajer turned up the volume of the music on the iPod decker and sang along, "Maye7temiil ghaibetak welaa laiila, laiiiiila!"

Shaikha threw a pile of clothes on her large king size bed and started folding them. Fajer kicked off her flats and dragged herself over next to Shaikha to help her.

"Ay jeans akheth? Hatha wela hathaa?" Shaikha held out two jeans.

Fajer slowed down as she placed a emarald green jacket in the bag, "Mmmm... China hatha? Eeehh eeh hatha!" She pointed at the darker jeans. "It would match with everything.."

"Okay," said Shaikha and threw it in the bag. "Chena enough packing? MALAIT!" she whined.

Fajer laughed, "Bas you have to pack! You're leaving in a few days!"

"Inzain, I'll pack in the morning aww bacher belaail.. ALLAH YEKHAALEECH!" Shaikha whined even more, and started to stomp her feet on the ground.

Fajer stuck out her famous pout, "Laa, LAA! Qen3eeni ba3ad zyada mu ga3da teqne3eeni inech ra7 tkamleen bacher!"

"Fajouuuuuur!" Shaikha used her squeaky voice, "Pleaaaase!" She literally started jumping.

Fajer hysterically started laughing, she loved it when Shaikha did all the pleading. "Inzain, inzain, I was kidding ou kalaiteeni!"

"Ayaabaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..!" Shaikha ran, leaped over the couch, and mysteriously landed on it safely. She grabbed the large bag of Dorrito's and a can of Diet Coke.

"El7emdila wishiker, shabaaaab, shabaaab ana weyaach!" Fajer started giggling and walked over next to Shaikha.

Shaikha finally opened the bag of chips she was struggling with. She stuffed a couple of pieces in her mouth and handed the bag to Fajer, "Huh?" Her mouth was way to full for her to say something, anything!

"Salamat 3uuuumrich!" Fajer crossed her legs as she sat down in the other love-seat couch. "7e6aai Friends etha ma3alaich amer.."

Shaikha brushed her hands and grabbed the remote. "Enshaaaallah.. Tara ana 7a6a season eight," she said as she powered up the T.V. & DVD player.

"Eeh 3adi, kela wa7d," smiled Fajer. They absolutely loved friends.

The girls continued their night watching friends, pigging out, and having loads of love and laughs.

However, Fajer had absolutely no idea what was going on in Shaikha's mind. Shaikha was slowly getting shattered by even remembering the slightest, stupidest memory she'd ever had with Yousef.

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8;54 am, the next morning.

Shaikha's bedroom.

An incoming call interrupted their deep sleep.

"Urghh!" grunted Fajer softly. "Who the fuck is calling nowww?!"

"Madriiiii.." Shaikha stuffed her face in the pillow. "Allah yekhaleech Faj, shoufaii minu.." She was in a terrible mood. She had one of those dreams about him again. Apparently, this time, Yousef and herself were back together in the dream.

"Aluu?" said Fajer, in her sleepy faded voice. It was pretty adorable.

"Aluu, elsalam 3alaaikum.." answered a man's voice. "El ikht Fajer?"

Fajer suddenly jerked up and pulled the covers from her, "Wa3alaikum elsaalaam.. Eeh, minu ma3ai?"

"Ana daag men sharekat VIVA.. Kentaai 7ajza khaa6 ma3ana ikhtee?" he asked huskily.

'Damn, 9outah eyanin!' thought Fajer as she smiled. She bit her index finger and kicked Shaikha. Fajer started jumping up and down slightly on the bed and pointed eagerly on her phone.

"Eeeh na3aam.." replied Fajer softly.

"Elraqaam 500***** 3adell ..? Baghaina net2akkad itha lail7een tabeenah wela laa2?" he asked.

Shaikha jumped and stared at Fajer. She was suspicious. What's going on?! Why is she so excited?! Million of reasons ran through her head as Fajer continued her mysterious phone call.

"Eeh walah lail7een abe el khaa6.." nodded Fajer.

"Khalas ikhte 3ayal inshalah etha momken tzoureen fer3na ib Avenues 3ashan takhtheen kha6ich? Bas lazm ma3aach be6aqtech el madaneyya etha ma3alaich amer.. Ou mureenah elyoum el3a9er yekoun aqaal za7ma.." his voice hinted that he was smiling.

"Eeeh inshalah elyoum amerkoum.." Fajer had this huge goofy smile that Shaikha simply adored.

"Ya36eech el3afia ikhtee etha az3ajnaach.."

"Laa, walaw mafeha iz3aaj!" said Fajer innocently. It didn't even seem like he woke her up from her deep sleep she was enjoying.

"Shukran letawasolich ma3aa VIVA, femaan allaah!" he said.

Fajer hung up her phone and stared at Shaikha, "Waiiii 9ouutah eyanin!" She went all googley eyes.

Shaikha laughed, "Sh9aayer?!"

After explaining her incident, Shaikha wagged her eyebrows, "Haa Fjaair?! 7ajza kha6 men waraanaa ashouuf?!"

Fajer gasped, "Chubay yala 3ad! kan 3ajebni el raqam ou 7a6aitah 3ala hold! Shqasdich balaa?!"She pouted.

"Faaj! Atqashmar weyaach shda3waaaa!" Shaikha giggled and poked her best friend.

"7asbale ba3ad! Waaaaaaalah!" Fajer pouted. She quickly switched her mood and fluttered her eyes quickly, "Enzaiiiiiin.. Tyeen ma3ai Ave?! Please please pretty please I just have to pick up the stupid line?"

Shaikha wagged her eyebrows again, "You just have to pick up the stupid liiiiine? Wela you just have to pick up the stupid hottieeeee?!"

Fajer laughed and threw a pillow at Shaikha, "Gamaii zain! I don't even know him! I just said 9outaah kan 7ilu!"

"Eeeh, eeh khair inshalah!" Shaikha winked and threw the covers off. She stretched and managed to say as she yawned, "Yala, yala goumai inrou7 netrayyaag bara ou nakhethlich kha6ich.. Ou lazm arou7 eljam3eya ashtireeli cham shaghlaa.."

"Okay, 7ayati, yala al7een.." Fajer smiled and got up.

After getting washed up, Fajer threw on her lavender Velour Juicy Couture track suit and wore a soft white blouse under the jacket. She added her accessories and bag, and wore a beige matching sandle to her outfit.

Shaikha got out of the bathroom and yawned again, "Waaaaaii 7ada feeni elnouuum Fajouur!" She walked to her closet room and stared at her closet for a long time. What the heck is she going to wear this time? She decide to go with plain and simple: light washed color jeans and an overly sized white t-shirt. Looking through her shoes, she decided to go with her maroon Converse.

After struggling through their long fight for fashion and looking good, the girls won the war. They finally climbed in Shaikha's car and headed out.

"Haa, wain elyoum?" Shaikha asked and looked at her best friend.

"Emm, walaah madri Shaiks.. Ayshai ib balech?" shrugged Fajer.

Shaikha took a moment to consider the places they could possibly have breakfast in. It was already 10:21 a.m, so basically everything was available.

"Tabeen chocolate bar marina? Yekoun fa'6y hal 7azaah.." suggested Shaikha.

Fajer smiled, "Chocolate pancakes malhoum mu sij!"

Shaikha giggled, "Yala, yala Chocolate Bar it is!"

After spending a few minutes in the car, the girls were there before they knew it. Shaikha picked a perfect spot over at Marina Crescent's parking spot by the sea. She pulled over and got down.

Fajer squinted despite her wearing her big sunglasses. "Urgh! Elshaaams!" she grunted.

"Ba3ad shinu metwaq3a? Snow ma3a wayhech?"

Fajer laughed and walked with Shaikha, wrapped in each other's arms. They went upstairs and headed towards Chocolate Bar, & just as Shaikha predicted, it was absolutely serene and quite. No one was dining.

"Yaay! A7ib chithee wanasa!" squealed Fajer.

Shaikha winked at her and smiled. She looked around waiting for the host to lead them to their table. She spotted him and said, "Table for two please! & oh, can we have our table outside please?"

"Yes ofcourse Ma'am!" said the host as he greeted her.

He opened the door for the girls. They picked the last table on the right.. they absolutely loved that table right there. A warm breeze stroke against their faces. They sat down and took a look at their menus.

A couple of chocolate pancakes and a round of coffee sounded good for them. They scuffled down their breakfast hungrily, and left happy.

Shaikha & Fajer agreed to head to Avenue first to pick up Fajer's phone line, then go to the Jam3eya & shop for whatever Shaikha needed.

As soon as Shaikha pulled over, Fajer opened the mirror in front of her passenger seat. She quickley reaplied her lipstick, 'Angel' by Mac. It was this very light pale pink that she absolutely adored. Meanwhile, Shaikha twisted the sides of her hair and pinned it up.

Shaikha grabbed her pink Louis Vuitton bag and closed the door slightly. Fajer was already out of the car and ready.

"Yalaah?" asked Shaikha.

Fajer nodded, "Lock your car."

Shaikha locked the doors and checked her phone as she walked over to the entrance. She quickly replied to the BBM's she'd received earlier as she was driving.

As they went up the escalator, Fajer nervously asked Shaikha, "Shakli zain Shaiks? Walah amaanah?"

Shaikha giggled, "Eeh walah 7ayati shaklech eyanin lat7ateen.."

For some reason, Fajer was worried. She had a strong feeling coming over that something big was about to happen. Not necessarily good, nor bad. Neither necessarily about her; it could possibly be about Shaikha too.

Fajer shook it off and tried to forget about the situation. She stepped out of the escalator and fixed her hair: she divided it into two parts and brought them both forward.

"Enzain, t3arfeen wain 9ayer VIVA asaasan?" Shaikha asked as she looked around the mall.

"Ambaih, la2 kilesh! At'thakar inee shiftah bas ma at'thakaar wain.." Fajer started biting her nails nervously.

Shaikha looked at her, "Fajouuur! Shfeech, shfeech? Bedainaa ib biting nails ashouuf?" Shaikha knew her best friend as well as she knew the back of her hand.

"Madri, I've just got a weird feeling.." Fajer stared at the floor. She didn't really know what to say.

"Aah, you and your feelings.." Shaikha shook her head, "El muhim.. OH! Kahuuuu VIVA!" she squealed inadvertantly. "Oh gosh, chinee ishta6ait akthar minech for some reason?"

Fajer laughed, "Eeeh! For some reason!" She was still nervous and started playing with her ring.

Shaikha furtively glanced at her. 'Shfeeha chithee khayyfa? La mu 6abee3eya Faj elyoum!'

The girls walked towards the VIVA stand. Apparently, it was in the middle of Avenues and it was pretty obvious. How could've they missed it?

An eye-catching man was sitting right there, minding his own business with his papers. He was so neat, wearing his white Dishdasha & Qetra.. Every girls dream: a classical Kuwaiti man.

They came to a full stop. Fajer took off her sunglasses and placed it on her head.

He stacked his papers on his right and realized that he had customers. As he looked up, Fajer had a shot of butterflies attacking her stomach.

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- Ayyouuh, Classic Song.