Empty Spaces -9-

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Lama looked at Fay, she was pretty..and she suddenly lost her self confidence.

Fay ignored Lama's presence: Barak shakhbarik?

Lama looked at Barak, she was so close to cry her eyes out.

Barak: Tamaam.. Fay hathe murti Lama Al Flani

Lama faked a smile: mar7aba

Fay stared at Lama, Lama was wearing her black sweatpants, white oversized shirt 

and converse..Fay was all dresses up.

Fay: hi

Lama looked at Barak: ana ban6irk bil sayara

Lama rushed outside before Barak had a chance to reply.

Barak looked at Fay, he had nothing to say.

"Sir your order is ready"

Barak turned to the waiter and grabbed the bag.

"Shda3wa Barak? Ma 6ala3tne 7ata?"

Barak took a deep a breathe: Fay.. bas khala9 ele shifteeha tawha murti..MURTIII!!! 7isay!!!

Barak left Fay and walked out to his car.

Lama 's whole body was directed to her window, opposite of Barak.

Barak: Lama-

Lama: Barak please ridne 3ind yaditi mabe 7ata ayeeb hdoum!! Ridne!!!

Barak took a deep breath, he felt that Lama was crying, he couldn’t blame her it broke his heart but he couldn’t do anything about it.

They reached the hospital, Lama quickly opened the door and walked out, she didn't tell him a word, she didn't look him in the eye.

Barak felt his mobile vibrate.

"It was nice seeing you Barak, I miss you"

He sighed and drove off.

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Lama sat next to her grandmother.

Lama: shloncnh al7en?

Grandmother: el 7imdallah wayed a7san! Abad mala da3e bekhalone anam laila!

Lama: maykhalif a7san khal ychaykon!

Grandmother: agoul Lama

Lama: goolay

Grandmother: sh9ayer bainch o bain raylich?

Lama gulped: mu 9ayer shay laish!!

Grandmother: madri! A7is fekom shay

Lama tried to fake a laugh: ytarawalich

Lama heard the door knock laykon Barak rad?

The door opened and the nurse came in, "Madam Lama?"

Lama: yes!

Nurse: this bag is for you.

Lama took the bag from the nurse, it was baking tray's bag, she knew that Barak 

dropped it.

The bag had another tiny bag, it had a new tooth brush and tooth paste, and a credit card just in case Lama needed to buy something.

Lama sighed.

Grandmother: sh'hal chees?

Lama: Barak yeyble 3asha o cham shaghla! Shiftay? Giltich mafena shay!

Grandmother: ya 7ilwaa hal walad!

Lama smiled.

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Barak entered the apartment, he sat on the couch..he had no idea what to do

anymore, everything is way too complicated.

Barak waited for Lama to text him, to say anything! He stood up and walked to his room, he passed by Lama's room.

Barak opened the door, he missed Lama already.

He closed the door and walked to his room.

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"Yalla Lama ana na6rkom ta7at bayeb el sayara 3ind el bab!"

Lama: okay kana shway o nazleen warak!

Lama helped her grandmother get out of bed, she helped her change her clothes.

Grandmother: mabe wheel chair mabe!!

Lama: mama Noura!! 3an el3naad! Mafech shada tamsheen!

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Aziz parked the car in front of the entrance and waited, he saw Barak walking inside.

"Baraak!!"

Barak: halaa 3aziz!

Aziz: la ti93ad kahom nazleen!

Barak: eee zaain el7imdallah!!

Aziz: kahom

Barak saw Mama Noura leaning on Lama as they walk to the car.

Aziz: Lama laish mu eb wheel chair?

Lama: 3abalik Mama Noura ib tirtha?

Lama raised her head and saw Barak, her heart sunk.

Grandmother: Barak 7abebe shlonik?

Barak: el7imdallah bkhair! El7imdallah 3ala salamtich

Aziz helped his grandmother get in the car.

Barak: Lama

Lama felt her heart sink in her chest when she heard his voice.

Barak: mintay rada el bait wiyay?

Lama: la banam 3ind mama Noura

Barak: lay mita?

Lama: lain tqarir

Barak: aqrir shno?

Aziz interrupted them: Lama btyen wiyay wala wiya Barak?

Lama: laa wiyak! Mani hada Mama Noura lain t6eeb!

Aziz: Baraak 7ayak ta3al taghada 3indina el youm

Barak: la 7abebe Aziz mashkour baro7 el sharika 3indi cham shaghla bakhali9ha

Lama got in the car without saying a word to Barak and it was killing him.

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Barak looked at the clock, it was 1am and he was so sleepy but he really wanted Lama to text him, he didn’t want to text her first and get ignored.

Efff shasawi!!! Khal anam a7sanle waray dawam bachr!

Barak walked to his room, He passed by Lama's room he opened the door and threw 

himself on her bed, the bed sheet smelled like her.

He missed her, he felt that a part of him was missing, he missed her smile, random thoughts and cute gestures, Barak needed her to come back.

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Lama spend 3 days taking care of her grandmother, she walked out of the shower with wet hair for 3 days and never blow dried it, she didn’t sleep or eat well.

Aziz: lama shfech?

Lama: madri shway ta3bana

Aziz: el thahir mjabla Mama Noura ta3ibich

Lama nodded.

Aziz: khala9 yuba riday baitch o ana mawjod

Lama: laa 3aziz! Mabe!

Aziz: Lama bas! 9arlich taqreban arba3t ayam hne!

Lama: iff 3aziz!!

Aziz: laa if wala shay! Agi6ich wala tdgen 3ala elsayiq?

Lama: laa kani badig!

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Barak opened the door of the apartment, the curtains were opened, the apartment smelled good and looked clean.

He walked a couple of steps and saw Lama's cardigan on the couch.

Lama? Ma3qola radat!?

Barak rushed to her room, he found the door opened, she was laying on bed.

Barak was so happy he was out of words!

Barak: Lama?

Lama: hmm

Barak walked closer to her: shfech?

Lama: ta3bana shway

Barak: shmina?

Lama: madre a7is fene skhona shway

Barak: goumaay!! Khal awadeech el6abeeb!!!

Lama: la Barak ma tiswa!! Shway wagoum akhithle diwa o asawele shay 7ar ashriba!

Barak: ana asaweelich!!! Wala ni6raay akhalehom ysawolich shoriba!

Lama: Baraak wala mala da3i! mafene shay!

Barak called the kitchen and told them to make a soup for Lama.

Barak: wain diwach?

Lama: fe sala bil ma6bakh feha adiwya

Barak didn’t even wait for Lama to continue her sentence he rushed to the kitchen.

He came back with a bottle of water and Lama's medicine.

Lama: mashkor Barak

Barak smiled and sat in front of her: ma baina mashkor, Aham shay 3indi ina tkoneen bkhair

Lama smiled, she took her pills and laid down again.

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Lama opened her eyes, the clock read 5:00pm.

She turned to the other side of the bed and saw Barak sleeping on the chair beside her bed.

She smiled, he tried so hard to take care of her.. Lama felt that he was really worried about her.

Lama stood up, took a throw and covered Barak, she walked to the kitchen and found a soup in the microwave.

She heated it and walked to the living room, sat down and started sipping the soup.

"Lama?"

Lama turned around: Halaa.. 9a7 el nouum

Barak: shlonch al7en?

Lama smiled: wayed a7san el 7imdallah

He sat beside her on the couch, Lama was so happy that Barak took care of her, she 

covered him with the other half of her throw and rested her head on his shoulder.

Barak was so happy that she's back, he was so grateful for having her in his life. Lama meant the world to him now and he couldn't live without her and those 3 days away 

proved it to him.

Lama felt that the moment their living is perfect she just feared that something 

simple and stupid would ruin it. But she wanted to feel happy and enjoy having Barak

 on her side and she deserves it.