Empty Spaces -10-

HII!!!

*3eedkom mbarak, t3odona eb khaair o 3afya ya rab ;)

*This post goes to ALL of you, thanks for waiting for Friday, thanks on the reminders and countdowns on ask! thanks for your feedback I really enjoy reading each word!

ENJOY IT!

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"Lama? Zahba?"

Lama rushed to her closet, she found one of Barak's shirts.

Laish elshirt malta eb kabati?

"Barak isbgne ta7at!"

Barak knocked the door, Lama quickly closed the closet: tifathal!

Barak: rosa ga3da tnathif el9ala, la ita3been 3umrch tawch 9irtay a7san!

Lama nodded: okay mashkoor

Barak: yala?

Lama: ma khalast! Isbgne ta7at!

Barak: ok ana nazil!

.Lama waited for Barak to leave, She called Rosa

"Yes Lama?"

Lama: Rosa why is Barak's shirt in my closet? You should put it in his closet!

Rosa: he sleep in your room before yesterday!

Lama: why? Is there something wrong with his room?

Rosa: noo maybe because he miss u!

Rosa started winking at Lama.

Lama laughed: osh yalla osh!

Rosa: I take his shirt to his room?

Lama held the shirt in her hands, it smelled like him and she didn't want to let it go.

Lama: no leave it here

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Lama skipped down the stairs, with her black dress and yellow flats, her hair was in a messy bun, Barak could feel her fresh smell just by looking at her

"ta2akhartay!!!"

Lama: sorry sorry kint a3alim rosa shtnathif o shitkhale!

Barak: t3arif t3arif!

Lama: tdil bait Mama Noura?

Barak: ee shda3wa!!

Barak drove off.

Lama rested her head on the window.

Barak: shlonch el yoom a7san?

Lama smiled: wayed a7san!

Heart beats fast, colors and promises..

Lama: ALLLLAAH!! BARAAK 3AAAL!

Barak: khara3tene!!!

Barak raised the volume of the radio.

Lama: ONE STEEEP CLOSERR!!! I HAVE DIED EVERYDAY WAITING FOR YOUU!!

Barak smiled, it was the first time he heard Lama singing, she was herself with him and he loved that about her.

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"La laaa wala!! Shako? 3aziz la t2alif!!"

Aziz laughed: la tsaween 3umrch kilish jidam raylich!! Akbar khawafa!

Grandmother: waay 3aziiz youz 3anha!!

Lama laughed and turned to Barak: Baraak isma3ne!! wala lazm t9adgne!

Barak laughed: m9adgich yuba m9adgich!!

Lama: ya3ne takhayal ana kint a9gharhom! galoole adish elbait O min we7na yahal o ohma ygolona el bait maskon!! Aked bakhaf!!!

Aziz: yaa 3ami zain!!! Kina kilina wiyach la tchathbeen!

Lama: LAAA??? WIYAY HAA? Awal ma 3atibat ryoule el bab gimtaw t6al3on a9wat tkhari3 wit9arkhoon!

Barak laughed.

Lama: Baraaak please la t9adig!!!

Barak: khala9!! mu m9adig!

Aziz: shofeeh mayit thi7ik yadre bil 9ijiya!

Lama: waay! A9lan 7ata lu akhaf shtabe? Kaifi ana khawaafa!!

"elsalam 3alaikom"

Barak looked to his left, a man was standing, he was about his age.

Aziz,Barak: wa3alykom elsalam

Grandmother: yalla yuma Thamer 7ayak!

Aziz froze in his place, its Thamer Lama's cousin, the man that was planning to marry Lama, the man that loved Lama..

Thamer walked to the living room, Aziz stood up and greeted him, Barak stood up and shook hands with Thamer.

Thamer: Lamoya shlonch?

Lama smiled: tamam inta shakhbarik?

Thamer: bkhair damch bkhair

Barak felt like punching Thamer in the face already.

Grandmother: yalla yuma gomaw 3al ghada!

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Aziz: ana ba93ad dgeega ash7an mobiley!

Lama: tabe a9iblik chay?

Aziz: la la ni6ray lamaaa anzil!

Thamer looked at Barak.. Lama noticed the way he started at Barak and she didn’t like it.

Thamer: Barak 3adil?

Barak nodded: amer

Thamer: wain tishtghil?

Barak: ana muder fir3 elsharika elflaniya

Thamer: ay fir3?

Barak: fir3houm ele bil deera

Thamer: ma yimd7on el sharika ya3ni-

"7abebe? A9iblik chay?"

Barak couldn’t believe his ears, he looked at Lama, she felt how happy he was from the look in his eyes.

Barak: ee please

Lama smiled, poured tea for Barak and sat beside him.

 Lama: Thamer shlon dawamik?

Lama knew that all what Thamer wanted to do is make Barak fell un important.

Thamer: tamam mashe el 7aal

Lama: ma qadamt estqaltik?

Aziz walked in the living room: ee ta3al Thamer shakhbar moder el fir3 malkom? 

Lal7en na7ees o qatheth?

Thamer: laa mista3dil!

Lama: tara Barak y3arifhom! Etha tabe ykalmlik a7ad yanqilik

Barak felt that Lama was trying to show Thamer that he's better than him.

Thamer looked away: la mashkoren

Lama didn’t want Barak to feel that Thamer wanted to make him feel like he's not welcomed, she wanted to grab Barak's hand and walk to the car and just leave.

Thamer: lamooy ta3alay bawarech video bemawtich thi7ik!!

Lama walked towards Thamer, Barak felt like telling her not to go and sit beside him, he kept looking at her while she's walking towards Thamer..

Lama stood in front of Thamer: 3a6ne

Thamer: sha36ech?

Lama: haw 3a6ne mobilek khal ashof el video!

Barak smiled and sighed a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t stand Thamer, he hated the fact that he calls her "Lamooy",  he hated the fact that he once proposed to Lama, he hated the fact that Thamer might marry Lama when they end their marriage in a year

Barak was very jealous and he knew it.

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Barak was quiet all the way home.

Lama: Barak shfek kint sakit 6oul el6reej? O lal7en sakit?

Barak: agol umm lamaaa nadaitene ib bait mama Nora

Lama knew exactly what Barak means: ma fahamt?

Barak: Lama shfech!! nadaitene o-

Lama: shgilt?

Barak: ma midach nisaitay?!!

Lama: 7abebe?

Barak felt the blood rushing in his body.

Lama: nadaitik 7abebe! Jidam Thamer!

Barak: 3ashan?

Lama: 3ashan aqitha mithil ma kan y7awil yqithik!!

Barak felt a bit disappointed: aha

Lama: shrayik eb Thamer?

Barak: shno shraye feh?

Lama: first impression?

Barak: 3ade ba3ad wa7id min el nass!!

Lama smiled and sat beside him: okay

Barak was quiet for a couple of minutes.

Barak: agol?

Lama: gouul

Barak: shako ynadeech Lamooy? A9lan mayllog 3ala ismch! Wala ylog 3alaich! Ismch bro7a mdali3 min kaifa!

Lama giggled, Barak was jealous and she enjoyed it: Laa 3adi! Ymoon Thamer!

Barak: ymon?

Lama: ee ya3ni 3adi

Barak muted the TV: shno ya3ni?

Lama: haw Barak shfek?

Barak: ma bala3ta!!! Wala awa6na! wala artha timd7ena jidami!

Lama tried to hide her smile: Barak? Shfek! Ma mida7ta kilish! Bas gilt ina ymoon!

Barak: wala tgoolen shay 3ana!

Lama smiled: Barak shda3wa?

Barak: Lama ana-

Barak went silent for a couple of seconds.

Barak: aghaar 3alaich

Lama felt butterflies in her belly, she had no idea what to say.

Barak: o wala ana mo 7achir wala no3e momkin amni3ich min shay! Bas hatha Thamer qatheeth!! O y7ibch Lama! Wintay murti al7een! Martha a7ad y6al3ch nafs ma kan y6al3ch! Wala ykalmch nafs ma kan Thamer ykalmch!!

Lama was so happy she couldn’t stop smiling.

Barak: wallaaa i7tiramaan 7ag yaditich o 3aziz ma gilt shay, wala ana lu 7aaa9ele chaan hafaita 3ala wayha!

Lama giggled: la 7aram

Barak: na3aaam?

Lama laughed: atghashmaar Barak!!

Barak: el kilma ele gilteeha ib bait yaditch a7laa min Baraak!

Lama: hmm ayhe nisait'ha?

Barak: btyanineeene?!!!

Lama giggled: baro7 ayeble may!

Barak: wagta? eb 3iz niqashna?

Lama: waay 7abebe shfek!!!

Lama said it by mistake.. she was so shy, she grabbed a cushion and  covered her face.

Lama: bil ghalaaa6!!

Barak laughed and tried to pull the cushion from Lama's hands.

Lama: laaa Baraaak hidne!!!

Barak: khalas goumaay yeeblech may!

Lama held the cushion closer to her face: maabe!!

Barak: khalas gomay basawe nafsi ma sima3t!

Lama: i7lif?

Barak: gomaaay!

Lama removed the cushion from her face and was about to stand.

Barak: 7abebe ha?

Lama giggled and rushed to the kitchen: as7aabhaa yal maleeq!!!

Barak felt so blessed and happy, Having Lama in his life made everything better, she made him smile from his heart, Lama is a part of him now, he could never let her go, he couldn't imagine  a day without her.