Scarred -1-

HELLO!!!!

I'M BACK!

1. I missed writing and I missed you guys so much!! 

2. Just like the previous story, I'll be posting each Friday enshallah.

3. I'm sure that you'll have a lot of questions about the story by the end of the post, most questions will be answered during the events of the story. 

4. I would LOVE to read your feedback (here, on twitter or instagram) , it will motivate me to write!

5. To all of you who kept asking me questions on ask.fm, I'll be answering them all by tonight enshallah.

6. The first post goes to SAA, thanks for helping me pick the name of the story, and for your unconditional support;***

Twitter: @9al7a
Instagram: @__sal7a

_________________________________________________________________

"What is the most delicious dish you have?"

The waiter smiled: all dishes are delicious madame

"Waaaaayy 6ilbay ayshay!! Mayteen youu3!"

"Osh! La tfashleena shofaw kaho el owner wagif hnak bas la titlafton!"

All girls turned around to see the owner.

"wow smila 3alaikom tism3oun el kalam"

The girls laughed and the waiter stood there staring blankly at them: I call him? Sir!

The owner stood a couple of tables away from them, he was talking to another waiter, wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and grey converse.

The girls didn’t even have the time to tell the waiter not to call him, Al Zainah saw him

 walking towards them.

"Abaih yayna!!! La tistahblon 3iglaw!!!"

"Tifathilaw"

"Umm Hi"

AlZainah wanted to kill her friends and the waiter.

"Amraw"

"Madre shno s2alat el waiter o ma 3araf yjawibha" Hessa pointed at AlZainah.

The owner was looking at Zaina while she was trying to come up with the right words.

AlZainah: sa2alta 3an the best dishes 3indkom!

AlZainah raised her head towards the owner, the first thing that she noticed about him was 

the scar he had on his cheek.

"Bema ina hal isbou3 opening week shraykom akhtarlkom el dishes 3ala thouqi?"

"Eee chan zain!"

The owner smiled politely at the girls and walked away.

"ABAIH LONAA IYAANIN!!!"

Hessa was Zaina's craziest friend, she was so full of life and fun to have around, you can't stop laughing when you're around Hessa.

"La la la intay khalay lona 3ala side shiftaw sh6oulaaa?"

Sara was the kind of friend that you know you'll always depend on, she so sweet and sensitive, a bit obsessed with tall guys. 

""Tista3b6oun? Wil scar shtgoulon 3anha?

Latifa was the kind of friend that knows everything about everyone and no one figured out how she does that, she's a professional stalker.

Al Zainah was too busy thinking: a3arif wayha!! Shayfita min gabil!!

Latifa laughed: kila min instagram! Kila n7is ina n3arif elnass we7na bas shayfeenhom ib instgram!

The girls laughed.

The dishes started filling the table, most dishes were so delicious.

.

.

.

AlZainah: ta2akhar elwagt yalla?

Hessa: EXCUSE ME!!!

AlZainah: Hessa heey!! 9outich!!

The waiter walked to them: yes?

Hessa: check please! knet!

AlZainah noticed that the owner whispered something in the waiter's ear and the waiter came back to the table.

Waiter: the bill is on the house

The girls were shocked: no!!

AlZainah: no! please bring it!

Waiter: sir says it’s the opening week and it's on us madame!

Hessa: NOO!!

The girls turned staring at Hessa: shfech?!

Hessa: she's not a madame!! She's single!!

They laughed, Hessa's comments were so random and funny.

Hessa: Zaino!! Gomay saway 3umrch kilish o ila nidfa3 el check! Kalmeeeh!!

Sara: ee zayoun goumay!!!

AlZainah: yanitaw intaw?!

Latifa: la7tha la7tha!! Zaino! Mo giltay omch o oboch kanaw ma3zoumen bil iftita7?

AlZainah nodded.

Latifa: bas 3ayal y3arfich!

Hessa: FBIII!!! la6ouf thakiyaaa!!!

AlZainah turned her head at the place where he was standing earlier, she wanted to thank him but he despaired.

AlZainah: ikhtifa

Sara: bas ya jima3a a7ad 7a9ila free good food wegoul la? Imshaw!

The girls grabbed their purses and walked to Zaina's car.

AlZainah couldn’t stop thinking about the owner of the restaurant.

Latifa: nsameeh the cute guy with the scar?

Hessa: la 6weel akhaf ansah

Sara: Scar!! Scar o sara! S o S! bas tharouuri intizawaj!!!!

The girls laughed.

AlZainah: wain agi6kom? el nuzha wala routha?

Sara: yal maleeeqa wa9laay kil wa7da bait'ha!

AlZainah: way bas ta3abt ikhtaraw bait!

AlZainah wanted  to go home as soon as possible to ask her mother about the owner of the restaurant, she knew his face too well but couldn’t remember anything about him.

.

.

.

.

AlZainah parked her car and walked inside.

"Mama?"

Mother: bil ma6bakhh

AlZainaah: mamaaa!!!

Mother: shfech?

AlZainah: 77 mno el owner mala?

Mother: haw shno 77?

AlZainah: el ma63aam elyded!! Ele in3azamtaw 3ala el iftitaa7 mala

Zaina's mother was silent for a couple of minutes.

AlZainah: mama?

Mother: ma atwaqa3 ra7 t3arfena

Zaina's mother grabbed her green tea and walked to the elevator.

AlZainah: Yuma!? Shfech?

Mother: mafene shay!

AlZainah: laish i3tifastay lama sa2altich?

Mother: ma i3tifast! Bas fakart shlon ajawibch

AlZainah: okay? Bas hatha eljawab?

Zaina's mother nodded.

AlZainah felt that there was something weird going on, both entered the elevator quietly.

"Mahaa? China zayouna ta2akhirat?"

AlZainah smiled: kani baba!

Zaina walked to her father gave him a side hug and sat beside him.

AlZainah: yuba bas2ilik

Father: si2lay

AlZainah: el ma63am ele ri7taw iftita7a gabil cham youm

Father: shfeh?

AlZainah: mnu el owner?

Father: ma 3arafteeh?

Mother: giltlaha ina ma ra7 t3arfa o bas mala da3i t3arfa

Zaina raised her eyebrow at her father, he smiled.

Father: Mahaa yebele fak'ha allah la yheench

Zaina smiled.

Father: khal agoulch bsr3a gabil la tye omch

Zaina giggled: ee goul!

Her father smiled: tathkren sultan?

Zaina was quiet for a couple of minutes: sayiqna gabil?

Her father nodded.

Zaina: okay?

Father: ele shifteeh el yoom wilda

Zaina: Hamad?!

Her father nodded.

Zaina was too shocked to reply, She couldn’t believe that the guy that she saw today was her childhood friend, He was the kid that protected her from everyone, the friend that she cried missing for weeks when he disappeared out of her life.