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Basma opened her eyes and heard her mother talking to Mubarak.




"Mubaraaak el jaw barid bara elbis 8amee9 ta7at dishdashtik"



Basma jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, she just remembered that she's going to work today.



She got out of the bathroom wore a grey dress with black and wrapped a black scarf around
her neck, she let her hair fall on her shoulder to cover and warm up her ears, she wore her
black flats, grabbed her black chancel purse and she was ready to go.



Basma: Maaama! 5al ysawonle toast o jibin o gahwa to go 7addi mista3yila!!



Mother: haw la7tha la7tha wain ray7a?



Basma: ray7a el dawam



Mother: ay dawam?!



Basma raised an eyebrow: ray7a el sharika



Mother: bas



Basma: kalamt oboy ams



Mother: aha, la7tha al7en agoolhoum ysawonlich



Basma: ok



Basma sat on the couch waiting her food and saw Mubarak wearing his watch and walking to the stairs in a rush.



Mubarak: Yalla yuma ana-



Mubarak stared at Basma and Basma stared back.



Basma: 9aba7 el 5air



Mubarak: 9aba7 el nor haa Basoom sh3indich wain ray7a



Basma: ray7a el sharika, ga3id ysawoole ryogi, chan zain tan6irne bidal la aroo7 ma3a Shayi5



Mubarak shook his head, he clearly didn’t like what he just heard: kalamtay oboy?



Basma nodded: ee



Mubarak: yalla 3ayal ana na6rich bil sayara



Basma grabbed her sandwich quickly and rushed to Mubarak's car.


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They drove in silence Basma ate her sandwich and sipped her coffee while Mubarak stared at the streets in front of him.



Mubarak parked in front of the company and when Basma was about to step out of the car and walked inside the company while Mubarak walked behind her



Mubarak: 9aba7 el 5air



9abaa7 el 5aair ya rayis



Basma giggled and Mubarak smiled, they got in to the elevator Mubarak clicked on level 4
and Basma surprised him and clicked on level 2



Mubarak: Basma intay



Basma: ana ra7 arid mukani ib public relations



Mubarak: bas-



Ding!



The elevator arrived and Basma stepped out of it, She took a quick look on the place and the
people they were very busy, but when one of the ladies noticed her everyone walked
towards her and greeted her.



"Shlonch a7len?"



Basma: B5air el 7imdallah



"haaa yaya tzorena wala rada el dawam"



Basma smiled: rada adawim inshallah



Her staff started clapping and whistling



She giggled: mashkooreen!! Yalla al7en kil wa7ed yrid 7ag shi'3la!



Basma looked around she remembered where her office was and walked towards it, she
opened the door and took a deep breath, to her surprise it was very clean.



Hello madam Basma



Basma turned around and found and Indian man standing



Basma: Hi



"You want coffee?"



Basma: yes please.. umm can you remind me what is your name



"Rajo"



Basma smiled: Rajo can u quickly wipe the office



Rajo: ohhh I clean your office everyday even when you took holiday! Mister S3ood tell me!



Basma smiled: mister S3ood?



Rajo: yes mister s3ood tell me



Basma: ok thank you Rajo



Basma sat on her chair and put her purse on the desk.



*Knock knock*



Basma: na3am



Deep down Basma wished that it would be S3ood



"9abaa7 el 5air! shlonch istatha?!"



Basma: b5air el 7imdallah



"Tamreen 3ala shay?"



Basma: umm la salamtich bas kint bas2lich S3ood ib maktiba?



"La istath S3ood 3inda ijtima3"



Basma nodded: ok mashkora



The lady left her and she decided to take a tour around the floor.


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Ding



The elevator announced its arrival, S3ood walked to his office with heavy slow steps, after what happened yesterday he wasn’t in the mood for work, He opened the door and got into his office.


S3ood saw a petite figure standing, aked mo Basma



S3ood: umm Basma?



Basma turned around: 9aba7 el 5air



S3ood froze in his place: 9aba7 el nor



Basma was holding a photo frame in her hands



S3ood knew which photo was she holding in her hands, it was one of their photos in their
honey moon, he walked towards her and grabbed the frame from her hand.



He sat on his chair: min mita hne?



Basma: mn ni9 sa3a ta8reban



S3ood: yetay 3ashan-



Basma: yet 3ashan adawim



S3ood went silent: yetay itdawmen 3indi?



Basma nodded: ee



S3ood: bas intay umm tathkreen… tathkreen-



Basma: athkir el sh'3il?



S3ood nodded.



Basma: la



S3ood: aha



Basma: ya3ni bitsa3idne o ib nabdi ma3a ba3ath mn el bidaya



S3ood smiled, he wished that she'd say that sentence about their relationship not about work.



S3ood: ok



Basma: okay?



S3ood nodded: ta3alay 5al nig3ad 3ashan ashra7lich



Basma walked beside S3ood and they sat down.



He put a file in front of her and sipped his coffee.



S3oood: shofaay awal shay-



The knocking on the door interrupted them, the door opened and Basma's father entered



S3ood stood up: 7ayak allah bo Mubarak



Father: allah y7ayeek… ha Basoma sh3indch hne?



Basma: na6ra S3ood yfahmne el sh'3il



Father: 8a9dich ythakrch bil sh'3il…. Mashallah 3alaich kintay wayed naj7a ib sh'3ilch ma ti7tajaaain a7ad yfahmch



Basma's eyes widened, S3oood shook his head.



Basma: ham S3ood mashallah sha6ir ib sh'3ila



Her father gave him a cold stare



Father: ha S3ood 5ala9t ele 6alabta minik? El thalath kutub in6ab3at



S3ood nodded.



Father: Basooma baba lay 5ala9tay ta3alay maktibi



Basma: enshallah



Her father left the office, S3ood walked to the window and faced the street and tall buildings, Basma felt how sad he was, she was really surprised of the way her father treated S3ood!



She walked towards him and stood a few steps behind him.



Basma: S3ood



S3ood: ta3awadt



Basma sighed.



S3ood: ta3awadt ina y3amloone chithi… Kilha cham shahar o arid sharikatna



Basma: bas ma7ad lah 7ag ina-



S3ood: ahalich yshofon ina ele ga3d yasawoona fene inti8am 7agich



Basma: bas mo mn 7aghoum s3ood mo mn 7aghoum!



Basma stood in front of S3ood, she was so close he took a step back, Their heart beats were increasing so fast, S3ood missed having her around he missed holding her in his arms... he missed his wife! Bamsa wanted to remember how it felt being in his arms, she wanted to remember him.. she wanted to remember S3ood the love of her life…. She wanted to remember her husband.