Chapter 10.. Complications

It was 10 o’clock in the morning. Fahad passed by the studio to give Yara her usual coffee to find her with her laptop open and sitting at her desk going through the pictures she took in Beirut. “Wow. That’s an excellent one”, He said as he saw a picture of the Rawcheh with an orange effect that was caused by the sun set. “Yeah! I’m glad I got it right!” she said happily. “I wanna see the one of me and you. The one that Nadia took with that same view”, he said in excitement. “Wait! I haven’t seen them yet!” she said and started skipping the pictures till she got to it: “There..” she said grinning. “I LOVE it”, he said as they both stared at the picture. The Rawcheh was right behind them with that same orange effect and they were standing on the left side of the photo. He had his arm around her and they both were laughing. He was in a black jacket and a striped black and gray scarf while she was wrapped around with a fuchsia shawl. “E-mail it to me”, he said as he was pulling off her glasses. “Behave! Santosh is here!”, she whispered and hit his hand. He laughed: “I miss you” he said and pinched her nose. She shook her head and pushed him away just when Santosh walked in: “Madame, this came for you” said Santosh as he handed Yara a letter.

“What is it?” asked Fahad as Yara was reading the letter. “It’s an invitation to participate in an exhibition in two months” said Yara with her attention still on the letter. “Oh! Where?”, he asked in interest. “It will be held in Seef Mall.. and we’ll get to sell our photos” she said. “That’s awesome. An excellent opportunity for you” he said excitingly. “You think? I’m suddenly nervous!” she said as she put the letter down. “Why nervous? You have a great new collection plus the previous one & whatever is left from old collections. And you can always re-print!” he said. “I’d rather have a theme” she said thoughtfully. “Even better. Link your most wanted photos under one theme! You can do it and you have enough time.” He insisted. “And I need the money!” she added. “Don’t make this about the money 7abeebty. It’s your passion and it’s your career!” he said. “You’re right. I’ll just have to commit myself in these coming two months to this event” she said.

The door opened and they both turned around. To their surprise, it was the most unwanted and unwelcomed person. It was Manaf.

They both stood still as he walked in. They looked at each other in confusion and back at him. “Al Salam 3elaikum” he said. “3elaikum elsalam” they both replied, still confused. “Sorry to show up so suddenly. I need to speak to you” said Manaf speaking to Yara. Yara looked at Fahad in a, you-can-go-now look, but he was hesitant to leave her alone with him. “I’ll be fine” she said quietly. “Call me” said Fahad and walked out without looking or saying anything to Manaf.

“Yes?” said Yara without inviting him to sit down. “Talk to her. Please” he said without any introductions. “About what?” asked Yara folding her hands on her chest. “You are the only person she listens to. Tell her that we should work this out. I don’t want this marriage to end” said Manaf in a hopeful tone. “Now you’re saying this? Don’t you think that it’s too late?” said Yara rudely. “I didn’t try to talk to Nadia because I know that she won’t listen. But she listens to you. Please! I really want to save this marriage and I don’t want to lose her”, he said apologizing.  “Listen to me Manaf. I’m gonna tell you something that you might not know. Nadia knew many guys before you, and maybe they hurt her and broke her heart, but believe me, none of them did what you did to her. None of them stooped down to your level” she said walking towards him. Manaf looked down without saying a word. “What you did is something unforgivable. You didn’t harm me or anyone else but the way you betrayed her made us all despise you. We trusted you, loved you and treated you like family. We let you in our lives with open arms and you turn out to be that cheap?!” she said harshly. “I know. Trust me, I know that what I did was bad, but..” he said, “Then spare yourself the headache and walk away. You destroyed the closest person to me. Nadia is strong, she will get over you in no time and she will move on, but something inside of her will always remember this ugly feeling of being cheated on.” She said as they were still standing in the middle of the studio.  “I made a mistake. My life is complicated, the days I spend outside Bahrain are more than the days I spend at home.” He said. “Not an excuse. The more you speak the more I disrespect you. So the best thing you can do is to stop talking and disappear from our lives. You have zero hope with Nadia!” she said in despise. “Thank you very much..” he said upset and embarrassed as he walked out.


Meanwhile, Fahad was having coffee with Osama in the café and spent a lot of time discussing the game that Fahad attended. Yara walked in to pick up a takeout cup of coffee and had a short chat with both guys. Osama observed her closely and remembered everything that Dalal told him about her not really liking Fahad. He watched the way she communicated with Fahad, the way she looked at him and even the words she chose while speaking to him. There was something going on for sure between the two, he thought. But what if she was really faking it like Dalal had said? Dalal’s words turned his thoughts upside down, and every thought that he planned on erasing from his head was now planted in it. He would never do anything that would risk his friendship with Fahad. But he still couldn’t get rid of the doubt that it’s possible for Dalal’s words to be true, that Yara maybe wished that he was the one and not Fahad. His admiration grew as he watched her speak passionately about her work and plans. And he felt the urge to try, to fight, and to do what it takes to find out her true feelings.

Yara meant to mention Dalal’s name infront of Osama to sense if anything was going on between them and if Dalal was trying to hide something. “Did you tell Dalal to make you a copy of that CD you liked in Beirut?” asked Yara talking to Fahad but monitoring Osama’s face expressions. No expressions were made, his eyes didn’t get wider and his cheeks didn’t blush. “Oh. No, not yet. I will now” said Fahad. Yara went back to the studio and Osama left the café at the same time.

“Hello” answered Dalal. “Dalool, shloanech?” said Fahad. “Zaina.” Answered Dalal dryly. “Where is the CD that you promised?” asked Fahad. “Oh I forgot. I will do it today and pass it to you” said Dalal. “Thanks” said Fahad. “Anytime. Is Yara with you?” she asked. “No, she just left to the studio” said Fahad. Dalal let out a sarcastic laugh. “What?” asked Fahad. “Yesterday she was saying that she needs a break from you!” said Dalal laughingly. “Why would she say that?” wondered Fahad. “Maybe she was joking. She was just saying that after spending so much time with you the past few days she needs to back off a little.” Said Dalal faking a laugh. “Weird!” said Fahad hurt. “Oh no don’t worry I’m sure that she didn’t mean it. Anyway, I’ll do the CD and pass it to you. See you.” She said and ended the call.

Fahad was suddenly faced with doubt and fear. Yara never confessed her feelings to him. Her feelings were obviously shown in what she did and said, but she never spoke them out even when he did. He started worrying about what Dalal said and what Yara could’ve meant. He flew from a continent to another to see her and he had some strong feelings towards her and towards this relationship. It was the first time for him to fall in love with a woman after his divorce. He didn’t want it to go wrong again and he feared that maybe he was moving too fast. He wanted their feelings to be equal and mutual. And the fact that he might be putting more into this relationship than she is suddenly made him anxious.

His feet suddenly walked him to the studio with his thoughts and fears walking before him. Yara was holding her camera in her hand and going through some old pictures when he suddenly walked in and stood right infront of her. “What?” she asked and lowered the camera. “Do you love me?” he asked suddenly. Yara laughed nervously: “What’s with the question?” she asked smilingly. “It’s a simple question. Yes or no?” he asked seriously. “Fahad? What’s going on in your head?” she asked still having a nervous-laughing face expression. “You never told me that you do. I waited for the perfect moment to say it but you never did! Does that mean anything?” he asked getting more serious with every word. “My dear, love is not a three words sentence. Love is revealed through what we do. I don’t have to say the words to show you that I do. It’s even nicer that way and much more interesting to read between the lines” she explained with deep conviction. Fahad stared at her for few moments: “You can’t say it. You’re still not confident about your feelings and that’s why you can’t say it” he said jumping to conclusions. “So you’re doubting what you mean to me?” she asked with the laugh disappearing from her face. Fahad took a deep breath and didn’t answer. “And you’re saying that you can’t see it in my eyes? Or in the way I worry about you and care for you?” she asked in disappointment. “Baby, don’t turn this on me now!” he said angrily. “What happened to you so suddenly? Few minutes ago you were a total different person!” she wondered. “You’re still refusing to answer!” he said dryly. “Come with me” she said as she walked to the faded armchairs. “Sit” she ordered him and he obeyed. She then sat next to him on the arm of the chair, put her hand around him and held the camera up towards both of them, “smiiiiile” she said and clicked. She then viewed the picture and showed it to him with her arm still around him: “Look at this, what do you see? Aren’t they the cutest couple on earth?” she teased him and he smiled as he saw the picture. “What you see here is a captured moment of how we’ve been feeling about each other all the past months. And it’s normal for you to make the first moves, confess first and act first because you are the guy. It doesn’t mean that I love you any less” she said sincerely. He then picked her hand that was around him and kissed it softly, “You’re right. I’m sorry” he said and turned his head to her. “I don’t know where did all this doubt come from..” she said as she brushed his almost bald head with her hand, “but if it means so much to you…I love you” she said.


After few hours, Osama called Yara and asked her to meet him somewhere. Anywhere other than the studio or the café. Yara was certain that he wanted to talk to her about Dalal and avoid the chance of her running into them. They decided to meet up at Crepe Café in Budaiya right away.

“I love the smell of Crepe. One of my favorite things in life” said Yara after taking a deep breath. Osama looked at her and smiled quietly. “So, what’s up?” asked Yara. “I was hesitant, to tell you this, actually. But Dalal gave me the courage to do so..” He said. “Oh you did the right thing. I’m here for both of you and I’m glad to help in any way I can. Me and Nadia have been sensing that something was going on with Dalal but she refused to speak. I hope that everything is ok?” asked Yara in excitement. “Seems like we have a misunderstanding here” said Osama as he scratched his head. “Misunderstanding?” asked Yara in confusion. “Dalal didn’t clear up things to you I guess” he said. “Clear what? Please explain!” said Yara. “OK. Dalal told me that the three of you thought that I was interested in her when I asked for her number, right?” said Osama boldly. “Yeah! And then she said that you both decided that it won’t work out, after that she started acting all different and weird!” said Yara. “That’s not true.” He said. Yara stared at him with a confused face. “When I called Dalal, I told her that I am interested in one of you, but it wasn’t her!” he confessed. “Nadia????” asked Yara in shock. “No. You!” he said quietly. “WHAT? Me? What do you mean ME?” panicked Yara. “I had no idea that you and Fahad liked each other. I thought that you were only good friends. And talking about it with Dalal was much easier for me than asking him” he explained. “I can’t believe this. Poor Dalal. No wonder she was hurt and quiet all this time” said Yara. “I didn’t mean to hurt her and I apologized. She then told me that you and Fahad like each other. But few days later she told me a total different thing. And that’s why I asked to see you” he said. “What did she tell you?!” wondered Yara. “She said that you’re starting to get annoyed of Fahad following you around. And that you needed a break from him..and..that you wished that.. it was me instead!” said Osama. “I don’t believe this. This is impossible. This is just impossible. Dalal would never say such a thing. Why would she?” said Yara in total panic. “So…that’s not true?” asked Osama cautiously. “Osama. You are driving me insane right now and I am trying my best to remain calm. All I gotta tell you is that I love Fahad and he loves me and I can’t believe that you actually have your eyes on the girl he loves. I don’t know if you are coming up with all this or if Dalal lied to you but this is just bullshit!!!!” snapped Yara in disbelief. “I would never do anything that would risk my friendship with Fahad! And that’s why I’m talking to you privately. I needed to know if what Dalal said was true.” Explained Osama. “Why would Dalal do this to me? Dalal is my lifetime best friend and she would never stab me from behind!” said Yara. “Please don’t get me wrong. If I had any idea that you and Fahad were together I wouldn’t have called Dalal in first place.” He said. “But you are talking to me about it right now even when you know that we’re together!” she said angrily. “Only because your lifetime best friend played with my head!” he said sarcastically. “Here is the deal. I will not say any of this to Fahad because I don’t want him to get hurt. It doesn’t feel good to be stabbed by a good friend! And I don’t believe that you are a good friend to him anymore, but still. I wouldn’t want him to go through the pain of losing a friend just like I’m about to lose one!” said Yara as she got up with Dalal on her mind and left the place.

As soon as she got in the car she called Nadia and told her what had just happen with Osama. They both agreed that she should confront Dalal right away to find out the truth. She then called Dalal and asked her to meet her urgently in Nadia’s house as soon as she can.

Yara was too frustrated and confused when she arrived to Nadia’s house but she had to go through all the chitchats with Nadia’s family. And she only got rid of that when Dalal arrived and they moved to Nadia’s room. “Hello?” said Nadia answering her phone. “Hey Nadia, is Yara with you?” said Fahad. “Yeah she’s here, just a second” said Nadia and handed Yara the phone. “Hey dear” said Yara. “Wainech? I’ve been calling you for a while!” said Fahad. “Oh. I’m sorry I must have left my phone in the car” she said distracted. “Where are you?” asked Fahad. “Nadia’s house” answered Yara in a hurry. “Why do you sound irritated?” asked Fahad. “I’m not. I have to go now I will call you once I leave” she said trying to end up the conversation. “Yara. What’s wrong?” he asked insisting. “Nothingggggg. I’ll call you later!” she said and ended up the call.

Dalal was sitting on Nadia’s bed when both girls turned to her with critical looks. “What’s so urgent?” asked Dalal nervously. “I was with Osama a while ago!” said Yara. Dalal’s face expression changed, all the colors of the world seemed to be suddenly painted on her face. Nadia walked to her dressing table and sat on its chair quietly while Yara took closer steps to Dalal. “I listened to his side of the story and now I wanna listen to yours” said Yara calmly. “What story?” asked Dalal hanging on a string of hope that Yara knows nothing. “Dalal, please don’t act stupid. We all know that something is going on and that you’ve been trying to hide it all this time. We assumed that you and Osama had something going on but this is not what he said!” said Yara. “And it’s not what I said too! But, what did he say?” asked Dalal worriedly. “You have to tell me what really happened first!” insisted Yara. “So he told you that he was interested in you and not me!” said Dalal in disappointment. “Yes. And I totally understand that and why you’ve been trying to hide it. But I don’t understand something else that he said” said Yara. Dalal got extremely nervous by now, she had her arms on her tummy and remained quiet. “Dalal you are like a sister to me and we’ve been friends since we were young. I’ve always trusted you and I didn’t believe Osama today. The things he said were just horrible and I have no doubt that a good friend like you would ever say them” said Yara trying to give Dalal the benefit of the doubt and test the water at the same time. “What did he say?” asked Dalal quietly. “He said that you told him that I don’t really like Fahad. And that…” said Yara but Dalal interrupted: “Why did he say that? What brought this up” asked Dalal angrily. “Doesn’t matter. He was making that up right? You didn’t really say that?” asked Yara hoping that she was right. Dalal suddenly broke down and started crying. Yara sat next to her on the bed and stared at Nadia, “So you did say that..” said Yara in disbelief. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” said Dalal sobbing. Nadia stood up and walked closer to them, “I can’t believe you. Why would you ever do this? Did we ever harm you or hurt you in anyway? Why would you mean to cause us trouble?” screamed Nadia is shock. “Nadia. Calm down please. She never harmed you. We need to understand first” said Yara and turned to Dalal, “Talk! Tell me what made you say this? I don’t understand! If it was jealousy of Osama being interested in me, why would you tell him that I’d rather be with him and not Fahad? That way you’d only lose him!” asked Yara in total confusion. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I was saying and doing. I couldn’t bare seeing you so happy with Fahad while the guy I had my eyes on was interested in you at the same time! I felt like you had it all when I had nothing!” confessed Dalal between sobs. Yara and Dalal stared at each other in shock. “So you try and ruin that for her? What kind of a friend are you? It’s like we never knew you at all!” screamed Nadia. “You realize that by doing that you didn’t ruin anything for me, but you ruined your whole life by yourself!” said Yara. “I never did anything like that before and you know that very well. You two are like my sisters. I just don’t know what happened to me!” said Dalal while wiping her tears. “I just lost my trust in you. And I don’t think that I can forgive you for this and act like nothing had happened. You tried to ruin my relationship with the man I love and cause him problems with his friend!! This is huge Dalal and I still can’t believe that you out of all people did this to me!” said Yara in disgust. “Trust is fragile. Once it’s broken, it’s hard to fix..” said Nadia. Dalal gathered herself and got up, “it’s up to you if you want to forgive me or not! I just hope that time makes you understand why I did this. Sometimes life is just too tough and you lose it..” she said and picked up her handbag. “If you think that life is about men only then your life will always be tough. You sold our friendship for a guy who wasn’t even interested in you. This is Friendship 101: Never let a guy come between you and a good friend. Guys come and go but friends are forever!” said Nadia. “I’m sorry. I love you so much..” said Dalal and walked out..


Yara was driving home with her mind occupied with everything that happened on that day; Manaf’s return, Osama’s confession, and on top of all that, Dalal’s betrayal. How can a friend that you’ve known throughout your whole life do this to you? It was scary and unbelievable. It only proved that life is not always pink. A friend that you shared so many happy moments with, and who’s been there for you through good and bad times suddenly turns out to be a person who’s trying to kill your happiness. Couldn’t she just be happy for me like normal friends do? She wondered. She then remembered Fahad and his doubts today. Is it possible that Dalal caused that too?! She wondered and called Fahad immediately. “Did you talk to Dalal today?” asked Yara. “Yes. To ask about the CD, remember?” he said. “OK. I see” she said with a distant mind. “Will you please tell me what’s going on?” he asked. “Let’s just say that today..i have lost a good friend..” she said.

Fahad came to understand that Dalal was trying to ruin his relationship with Yara, but he had no idea that the one who unintentionally caused all of this in first place was his good friend, Osama.


Two Months later:

Next week.

Chapter 9.. Beirut

The Lebanese driver was taking the girls downtown. Dalal was sitting in the passenger seat nodding in response to the driver’s political talk while she had no idea what he was talking about. Nadia and Yara were sitting comfortably in the back, Nadia was on the phone with her mum while Yara was staring through the window and daydreaming. “Mama, the reason I left the country and came here was to stay away from all this drama that you're making. I really don’t care what your friends are telling you or what my aunts are thinking” said Nadia.

“My God! She just can’t stop whining. I’m gonna turn this thing off” said Nadia as she ended the call and turned off her phone. Yara turned her head around calmly and smilingly to Nadia: “What?” she said. “You’re under anesthesia” said Nadia and laughed. Yara smiled deeply with her eyes flickering and stayed quiet. “I can’t believe that he came all this way to see you.” Said Nadia trying to lower her tone so the driver won’t hear her. “He said it…he finally said it” said Yara quietly and looked back at the window. “Said what? What are you talking about?” asked Nadia confused. “What I always wanted to hear..” said Yara with a wide smile as she looked back at Nadia. “WHAT?” screamed Nadia in shock and the driver and Dalal looked back. Yara stared at her with a be-quiet look. “He told you that he loves you?” whispered Nadia. Yara winked smilingly and Dalal turned around in shock: “He did?” she asked curiously but not so excitedly. “He did.. he did” she said with a joyful expression.

Everything around Yara suddenly started looking different. The trees seemed greener and the sky appeared bluer. The music sounded more melodic and people behaved more nicely. A boost of confidence was suddenly aroused within her, and she felt pretty for the first time. Her clothes felt trendier and her hair felt fresher. Just as if a dose of endorphins were injected right in her heart.


“So, shall we split-up or shall we shop together?” asked Nadia as they walked through Solidare. “Is there anything specific that you need?” asked Yara. “Not really. Therapy shopping”, answered Nadia. “Then I think that I’m gonna go to Virgin. There is a book that I’m looking for” said Yara. “Dalal? What do you want to do?” asked Nadia. “I dunno. Nothing in mind” answered Dalal carelessly. “Come with me to Virgin and get some CDs for the car” suggested Yara. “OK”, said Dalal. “Plus, those soldiers by the entrance freak me out. I don’t wanna go alone” said Yara. Nadia laughed: “Please, they flirt!” she said. “Yes. Flirting with a gun IS freaky” explained Yara. “Call me when you’re done.” Said Nadia as she started walking away. “Don’t forget lunch! Fahad will be waiting for us” said Yara. “Yes yes I told the driver to be here at 2!” said Nadia and continued walking.

“You don’t seem like you’re enjoying your time” said Yara as she walked through the other direction with Dalal. “I am.” Said Dalal. “We’ve been friends for so long and we’ve never seen you like this. You’re just too quiet!” said Yara. “Yeah. But don’t worry. I’m just re-thinking and re-arranging my life” said Dalal. “Why so suddenly?” wondered Yara. “Maybe it’s time for some change” said Dalal. “But we miss the real hyper you!” said Yara. “I don’t understand you two. All my life you’ve been trying to calm me down, and now that I finally granted you what you want, you say that you miss it?” asked Dalal in confusion. “You know something,” said Yara as she put her arm around Dalal’s shoulder “you were always the one who made things easier and lighter for me” said Yara. “Me? I was always the annoying stupid one!” said Dalal. “Don’t be silly! We might tease you all the time but the way you were always happy and excited about everything around you was inspiring” confessed Yara. “That’s new!” said Dalal. “If anything is hurting you, you know that we are here for you. You can talk whenever you feel like it” said Yara and kissed Dalal’s cheek.

Yara was reading the back cover of a book when her phone rang, she felt happily nervous when she saw Fahad’s name: “Hey” she answered. “Hey baby” said Fahad. Yara’s heart dropped when she heard that word. “Where are you?” he asked. “Virgin, and you?” she asked still a little nervous. “I’m with my aunt, she went to make coffee and I thought that I’d check on my girl” he said softly. Yara’s heart dropped again, she wasn’t used to all that tenderness and emotions. “We were together half an hour ago” she teased him. “Well, I missed you in that half an hour” he said. “But you’ll see me in less than two hours” she said still teasing. “And I’ll miss you till then” he said. “Hey listen, there is a concert for Fairouz tomorrow. You wanna go?” she asked. “Oh yeah I heard about it but I was certain that it’s sold out!” he said. “There are few seats left. Not the good ones though” she said. “It doesn’t matter as long as we’ll get to hear the music” he said. “OK, then I’ll get tickets. Nadia will be so excited, she loves her” said Yara.


Fahad arrived at Mayas Restaurant and the girls were seated already. “Hey girls, sorry for being late” said Fahad as he sat next to Yara and stared at her smilingly. “It’s OK we’ve just arrived” said Nadia. “I heard that the food here is really good” he said as he was handed the menu. “It is”, affirmed Nadia. “Then spare us the headache and take care of the order” said Fahad. He turned around to Yara and smiled again while Nadia started ordering and Dalal was busy with her Blackberry. “What?” asked Yara smilingly. “You look pretty. Your hair looks nice this way” he said as he played with a streak. Dalal pretended not to notice and gave them no attention. A part of her was glad that things got out in the open between Yara and Fahad so Osama would feel guilty. But jealousy was still there. She couldn’t bear seeing Yara happy with a guy. “Nadia we have news for you” said Yara as soon as Nadia was done with the order. “What news?” asked Nadia waiting for a big surprise. “You are going to attend a concert for Fairouz tomorrow” said Yara. “WHAT? OH MY GOD!” screamed Nadia. “There you go” said Yara while handing her a ticket as a proof. “Wow, I can’t believe this!! I didn’t know that she will be singing tomorrow! A7la surprise! Thank you.” said Nadia in excitement. “Anything to make you happy” said Yara. “But I bet that you both wish that it was Majida’s concert instead” said Nadia teasingly. “That would’ve been great but Fairouz is the queen. No one can beat that.” Said Fahad. “So you guys are officially together now?” asked Nadia happily. Dalal picked up her Blackberry again and stayed out of the conversation. “We are!” said Fahad as he and Yara looked at each other lovingly. “I’m so happy for you. You’re great together” said Nadia. Dalal put her phone aside and suddenly said: “You both realize that in our community there is no such thing” she said. “What do you mean?” asked Yara in confusion. “You know, dating is not accepted in the Arab world. It’s not right. It’s a matter of reputation” said Dalal while giving Yara a critical look. “Dalal!” said Nadia in anger. “I’m only being realistic and asking you to be careful. You two are lucky to have nearby businesses where you can see each other, but people do talk.” Said Dalal creating awkward vibes. Fahad was embarrassed and he didn’t say much. “We are mature enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong!” said Yara feeling offended. “I know. I’m just saying!” said Dalal wickedly and went back to her phone. Just on the right time, the waiter arrived with the Mazza and broke the awkward silence.

“So what’s the plan tonight?” asked Yara as the table was being cleared. “I have a booking at Music Hall but it only starts at 11pm” said Nadia. “Oh wow, I’ve been wanting to go there for a while” said Fahad. “We have a plenty of time till then, we can do a lot” said Nadia. “What about we go to Jbail? I’d love to take some pictures” suggested Yara. “Oh I wanna shop there too!” said Dalal trying to fit in. “You girls go and I’ll spend some time with my aunt. Will meet you later at Music Hall” said Fahad and asked for the check. “I don’t think that we’ll have enough time.” Thought Nadia. “We have. Let’s make it quick. A couple of hours will do, we shouldn’t waste the day as we have the concert tomorrow.” Said Yara. “True” said Nadia. “Shall we leave?” asked Fahad as soon as he paid the bill. “Thank you so much. But next time we’re treating you. You are our only man now” said Nadia. “I’ll be right back” said Dalal and headed to the washroom while the rest walked out to wait for their rides. Nadia turned to Fahad as soon as they exited the restaurant: “Don’t worry about what Dalal said earlier. She’s been acting weird lately” she explained. “It’s OK. She sounded upset though” said Fahad. “Yeah she can be too honest sometimes but she doesn’t mean any harm” said Yara trying to cover up. “It’s fine.” Said Fahad cheerfully and pulled Yara close to him by the waist. “My ride is here. I’ll see you girls tonight” he said and kissed Yara on her forehead, waved to Nadia and left. “A dream. A dream coming true..” said Yara sincerely as she took a deep breath and watched him walk away.


After some fun hours between shopping and photography, the girls returned to the apartment to rest and freshen up for the sahra. Yara threw herself on the sofa and stretched: “I’m so tired. I wish I could skip tonight” she said. “Really? And miss one of the few nights you have with your guy in Beirut?” asked Nadia. “If you put it this way, no!” said Yara with a dumb smile. “I’ll make some tea. Who wants some?” asked Nadia. “Me please” said Yara and yawned. “I’m gonna hit the shower so don’t count me in” said Dalal and left.

Just when Nadia entered the kitchen, Dalal’s phone, which she left on the coffee table, began ringing. “Shall I pick it up?” asked Yara. “I don’t know, at least see who’s calling. Maybe it’s her mum” said Nadia loudly from the kitchen. “No number!” said Yara. “Pick it up who could it be ya3ny!” said Nadia. “Hello?” answered Yara. “Hello?” said a manly voice. “Yes? Who is it?” asked Yara. “Yara?” said the man. “Yes!” said Yara. “It’s Osama” he said. “Osama! How are you?” she asked. “Good. How are you?” he asked nervously. “Great. You wanna talk to Dalal?” she asked casually. “Yes please” he answered. “She’s having a shower I’ll ask her to call you back” she said. “OK, Thanks” he said as they ended the call.

“Who was it” asked Nadia peaking from the kitchen. “Osama!” said Yara in confusion. “I thought she said that they don’t speak to each other!” said Nadia. “No idea. This girl is hiding something!” said Yara.


The red curtain was opened and a blond lady with long hair wearing a maxi golden colored dress started singing in French with a band behind her. The three girls and Fahad were seated on a table in the front raw. Yara noticed that Nadia seemed to be absent minded. She was staring at the table without even blinking. “Nadia?” said Yara. Nadia looked up. “Are you OK?” asked Yara leaning on the table. “I’m fine” said Nadia faking a smile. Yara sat straight and turned to Fahad: “She’s not fine” she said. “Sweety it’s normal for her to get weak sometimes. Her wound is still fresh. But she is doing great”, said Fahad while looking at Nadia. “I think that she’s over the shock by now” said Yara. “I know that you are talking about me! The music is loud but I can read your eyes!” said Nadia. They both laughed. “I was telling her that you’re doing great” said Fahad. “Last time I came to this place I was with him. That’s all” said Nadia. “It’s OK to remember the good stuff, right?” said Yara turning to Fahad. “As long as you don’t allow it to put you down” said Fahad. “As weird as it might sound, I’m feeling more comfortable now” confessed Nadia. “Comfortable about what?” wondered Dalal. “At least things are clear for me now. I know where I’m standing. Things have been so vague between us for a while” said Nadia. “So you weren’t shocked when you found out about it?” wondered Fahad. “I was of course but now I’m relieved. Being confused is the worst feeling in the world. And for a while I was too confused about his behavior that it made me sick.” Said Nadia. “It’s all for the best trust me” said Yara. “Next year this time, you’ll be married!” said Dalal sarcastically. “Oh by the way. Osama called you today” said Yara. “Ha? When?” asked Dalal nervously. “Damn it. Does he know that I’m here? I haven’t spoken to him since I got here” said Fahad. “I dunno.. I dunno…how am I supposed to know” said Dalal tensely. “Does he know that you’re in Beirut?” asked Yara sensing a lie. “No, he doesn’t. He just called to…ask about…his credit card! He had a problem and I was supposed to help him fix it..” lied Dalal. Yara and Nadia stared at each other in confusion but didn’t say a word.

Several singers sang different kinds of songs throughout the night. And after two hours of entertainment and chatters, the curtain opened again and a melody that took Yara’s breath away started playing. “Oh my god I LOVE this song!” screamed Yara. It was a jazzed up version of Ya Sitty Ya Khetyara that took Yara back to the 80s. She started swinging with the rhythms of the song and singing the lyrics, when suddenly, Fahad stood up and offered his hand: “May I have this dance?” he asked with a grin. Yara was too into the music that she got up without hesitation, he put his arm around her waist and started swinging her to the left and to the right. The crowd’s attention got diverted from the stage to the dancing couple and they started clapping and cheering for them in admiration. Fahad pushed Yara away gently, held her hand and raised it up as she turned around and he pulled her back close to him. She put her arms around his neck as they kept on dancing and enjoying being the center of attention although nothing seemed to exist for them except for themselves and the music. Nadia was blown away! She was so excited to see Yara as she’s never seen her before that her eyes were teary. Yara’s long black gypsy dress made her look like a professional dancer and inspired her to make a few gypsy moves as Fahad watched and clapped with total admiration. Every person in that hall was envying that happy couple at that moment except for one. One who was taken by jealousy and hatred of her life time best friend..


“Good morning sleepy head”, said Fahad as he called Yara the next morning. “Mornin” said Yara with a sleepy voice. “It’s almost 12. Get up” said Fahad teasing. “I’m tired” said Yara and yawned. “After all the dancing of course you’re tired. Did you stretch?” he asked and laughed. “Funny! When did you get up?” she asked. “I woke up early to have breakfast with my aunt. It’s not appropriate to sleep late while I’m her guest” he said. “But we have the concert tonight, you’ll get all sleepy till then” she said. “Will nap later on if I need to. Will I see you before then?” he asked. “I dunno. Don’t you want to spend some time with your aunt?” she asked. “I do. But I wanna see you too. I don’t want to waste any time here without being with you” he said. “Me too” she added sweetly. “Tomorrow we’ll be back to the judgmental community” he said. “Don’t remind me!” she said. “Dalal’s words were right you know? We’ll have to watch out for your own sake” he said caringly. “I don’t wanna think about this now. I wanna be around the Rawcheh at sun set to take photos. Will you be my model?” she asked. “Suuuuure thingggggg” he said flattered.


After spending the afternoon in Verdun for a brunch, some shopping and making fun of Dalal for flirting with the Lebanese sales person in one of the shops, the girls headed to the Rawcheh for Yara’s photo shoot. “I’ll need the sun to come down more” said Yara after taking a few test shots. “We can have coffee till then” suggested Nadia. “Yeah, I think it will need 20 minutes or so for the sun to set” said Yara.

Yara’s phone rang while they were walking to the café: “Hello sister!” said Yara. “Your sister is grounded!” said Tamara in an upset tone. “Grounded? Since when does Sajida ground her daughters?” wondered Yara and laughed. “My stupid Science teacher told her that I bring my phone to class!” said Tamara, clearly pissed off. “Do you?” asked Yara. “Everyone does!” she said defending herself. “I’ll be back tomorrow and you tell me all about it. Enjoy being grounded for now!” said Yara."Wait. She wants to talk to you" said Tamara and handed the phone to her mom. "When are you coming?" asked her mother. "I'm fine thanks for asking!" said Yara sarcastically. "You're there enjoying your time while we have a lot to do and worry about here!" said the mother. "I'm coming tomorrow" said Yara harshly. "And we'll talk about Haitham", Sajida said. "No no. That's a closed topic. OK? See you tomorrow" she said and ended the call in frustration.

“All my life I’ve been dreaming of owning a small shop that sells different stuff” said Nadia as they were having coffee by the Rawcheh. “What kind of stuff?” asked Fahad. “Fashionable clothes, funky accessories, country style home decorations, gifts and giveaways. All kinds of unique items” explained Nadia. “She’s been dreaming of that since we were in elementary school” said Yara. “You can do it now!” suggested Fahad. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it yesterday. I quit my job for a man who betrayed me and now I have to do something with my life” said Nadia. “That makes the two of us” said Yara. “So if Yara agrees about my merger business suggestion maybe you could join and we’ll have our own department store” said Fahad jokingly. The girls laughed except for Dalal, who was in her own world staring at the sea. “What do you do beside the café?” asked Nadia. “Family business. My dad and uncles own several companies but I’m mainly focused on the food industry.” Said Fahad. “That’s cool” said Nadia. “Yeah. I’m a strong believer in family businesses. I mean, if your family created it’s own wealth by being an entrepreneur why work for someone else?” said Fahad. “True, but that won’t work for me since my family business is construction!” said Nadia. “Then create your own division of family business. Starting that dream shop can be the beginning” said Fahad encouraging her. “And what about me?” asked Yara with a frown. “You? We’ll figure out something for you” said Fahad with a smile and pinched her cheek.

Dalal was clearly annoyed that day that it was very obvious. She went for a walk while the rest were taking pictures of each other by the Rawcheh. She couldn’t bare how left out she was feeling, how different and undesired. All those wicked thoughts were multiplying in her head when she decided to start taking action. She dialed Osama's number. And just when she was about to press on the call button, she changed her mind and cleared the number from the screen.


It was finally time for the concert. The atmosphere was electrical; the red carpet, the orchestra, the huge crowd and Fairouz herself with all her glory and confidence. Nadia was so happy to attend a concert for Fairouz for the second time as she attended the one that was held in Bahrain more than 2 years ago. But it was Yara's first time to see Fairouz live and she was glad that she was experiencing it with Fahad.


Nadia was in her own world with all her attention on the stage while swinging melodically with the music. Her eyes teared when Fairouz sang Keefak Enta and she didn't have to explain. Yara understood, 'cause she knew that she had a special memory with that song. Not with Manaf, but with a person whom she had to say goodbye to long years ago. He left the country for career purposes, got married and established his own family. She hears his news every now and then. And listening to this song live woke up so many memories that was buried in her heart.
Fahad was extremely happy, he was holding Yara's hand or wrapping his arm around her throughout the whole concert. Yara laughed every time he sang along with a song and teased him about his very bad singing voice. All of that only made Dalal feel more and more left out. And during the second interval, she took her mobile and walked out. This time, she did call Osama.

“Dalal!” answered Osama. “You called me yesterday?” she asked dryly. “Yes! I just wanted to apologize for the whole misunderstanding” said Osama. “And I’m sure that you were glad that Yara answered!” said Dalal. “No, no, it’s a closed topic” he said. “Do you know that Fahad is here with us in Beirut?” she asked. “He messaged me last night saying that he’s visiting his aunt. But I didn’t know that you’re there till now! You didn’t answer when I asked you in the airport” he said. “OK then, we are here and your friend followed us to stalk Yara. You see, I was wrong. Yara doesn't like him, she was just astonished by the fact that a guy like him was interested in her!” lied Dalal. “What are you saying? You’re contradicting yourself!” said Osama. “Now I see the clear picture. Yara is responding to Fahad because he is her only option. But on the other hand, she is really annoyed to see him everywhere she goes. And now that he followed her all the way here, she’s just sick of it!” added Dalal. “Are you sure?” asked Osama in confusion. “Last night she told me something. She said that she wishes that it was you instead” said Dalal wickedly. “WHAT?” said Osama in shock. “If you want my advice, I’d say fight for her” said Dalal “Save your friend from this fake relationship, and win the girl you want….” She added.

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Chapter 8.. Jealousy

Dalal didn’t get the shock of her life when Osama said that he was interested in Yara. She was disappointed and hurt, but she was used to being the least desired one among the three. This has left her with some security and confidence issues. From the outside, she was always the hyper one who admires and appreciates the smallest and simplest things in life. While from the inside, she always wondered if something was wrong with her, if she was ugly or fat or somber. She believed that there must be a reason that explains why men were never attracted to her. Of course, there were some pathetic men that she didn’t even consider. But there never was a McDreamy or even a McAverage in her life. And McPathetic was never an option.

Jealousy started to control Dalal’s thoughts after Osama’s incident. Why Yara? They all expected that it would be me. That a cool hot man seemed to be interested in me! Am I cursed? Did anyone throw a spell on me?

Her thoughts got interrupted when her phone rang. It was Yara. Dalal suddenly got nervous, she didn’t feel like talking to her but she didn’t want her to notice that something was wrong. “Hello” answered Dalal. “Where are you?” asked Yara. “Home.” Answered Dalal dryly. “Come to the café! Why are you home?” wondered Yara. “I can’t, I have to stay. My mum is having guests” she lied. “Oh ok. Ready for the trip?” asked Yara. “Yeah, almost. Nothing much to do” she said quietly. “OK then see you tomorrow. Oh, wait. Did Osama call?” asked Yara. “No..No he didn’t call..” lied Dalal.

Dalal couldn’t keep all of what was happening to herself. She had to let it out of her chest as much as she wanted to erase it from existence. Her only solution was to talk about it with the only person who knew about it already; Osama.

She logged into her Facebook account, clicked on Messages, New Message:

To: Osama Farouq

Subject: Clarification

Message: Here is something that you need to know, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed or if you’re acting dumb, but Yara and Fahad like each other!!! It’s so obvious and I don’t understand how you missed it. True that they are not officially together but the sparkle is so clear!! And you come to me and ask me to talk to her? Why haven’t you talked to her directly? Or talked to Fahad? And here is another thing, what happened should remain between us. If I tell Yara she will tell Fahad and you might end up losing a good friend. So I’ll keep this to myself and you do the same too for the sake of our friends. And next time try to think before taking any action!!

She then clicked on Send right away and didn’t even bother to read the message before sending it. By this time, she realized that she didn’t just lie to Yara about Osama not calling, but also lied to Osama by acting all worried about her friend’s feelings and his friendship with Fahad, when in fact, she knew that all the pain she was feeling was because he chose Yara and didn’t choose her. And that blind jealously was controlling everything she was doing.


Yara was sitting by herself in the café. She was reading just like old times. It felt good to get back to her old habit but it didn’t feel the same. She felt incredibly lonely being in this place after all the action that happened in it through the past few months. Fahad was out of town, and the thought that he will not walk in any minute just like he always does was making her miss him more. She closed the book and called Nadia: “Come to the café pleeeaaaaase” she begged her. “I don’t feel like it. The news got spread and I don’t feel like seeing people” said Nadia in a depressed tone. “What will you do then?” asked Yara. “I will pack. Come over” she said. “I have to finish some work at the studio first” said Yara.


“I love this one. I think it would look nice if we hang it by the stairs, right honey?” Said a Western woman to her husband as they were viewing Yara’s latest collection. She was talking about the picture of the flying seagull. “Actually I liked that one more” said the husband, pointing at a photo of a kid riding his bike on a bridge with a woman wearing a maxi dress and a hat, there were no faces in that picture, it was taken from behind. “Let’s ask for the photographer’s opinion” suggested the woman. Yara came closer as they both looked at her smilingly. They discussed the collection with Yara for a while and then they described the corner where the photo will be hung in their house. “I think that..if you put both photos together it would even look nicer” said Yara as she moved one of the photos and placed it next to the other one. “That’s nice!” said the woman. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to push you into buying both.” Said Yara. “Oh, don’t worry. We know that this place is not commercial and that’s why we always love to come here” said the man. “Thank you” said Yara with a smile. “We’ll take both!” said the man.

As soon as the couple left, a very unusual customer walked in. “Mum? What are you doing here??” asked Yara in surprise as she saw her mother open the door of the studio. “You have a visitor” said the mother and winked. A big man followed Sajida’s lead to the studio. He was tall and chubby wearing a white Thoab and a red Ghetra. His skin was a bit dark and he looked like he was in his early 40s . “Yara dear, this is Haytham, my friend’s son. He is here to see your….” The mother looked around to look for an excuse for the man’s visit. “Collection..”said Yara helping her mother. “Yes, yes, he’d like to see your collection” said the mother, literally saved by the bell. Yara realized that this was the rich husband that her mom was talking about, she greeted him politely and lead him to the collection. He was obviously not interested in the photos and the studio as a whole. He walked around slowly without saying any comment or asking any question or even paying any attention to the photos. He then stared at the mother and nodded agreeably. Yara walked closer to her mother and whispered: “I don’t think that this man is here to check out my collection. He’s here to check me out. And your mission is accomplished. Can you please get rid of him now?” Said Yara and walked to her desk. The mother ignored her comment and started acting all excited: “Haytham is a very successful business man. Why don’t you both talk about your businesses? I’m sure that both of you can benefit from each other”, said the mother trying to create a connection between the two. “That would be nice..really..but I must leave right now.. I have a..doctor appointment” said Yara trying her best to escape that awkward situation. The mother stared at her angrily which only made things more awkward. “I was going to take off anyway. It was nice meeting you.” Said Haytham and left.

“You crossed the line!” said the mother angrily. “Excuse me? Who’s the one who crossed her line? I clearly told you that this is not what I want but you just can’t listen” said Yara in disappointment. “This man is every girl’s dream so don’t be stupid. I had enough of your meaningless rejections. You’re not young anymore!!” shouted the mother. “OK, ok, I’m not young anymore! But you think that it’s right for a mother to bring a man into her daughter’s life like that? To display your own daughter for him to check out like a product?” asked Yara. “You don’t have to put it that way! I’m looking after you and your sister!” explained the mother. “That is ridiculous. Anyway I really don’t need this right now. I’m going to Beirut tomorrow by the way” said Yara carelessly. “Oh yeah? And I’m the last to know? How respectful of you!” said the Mother. “My best friend is dealing with a divorce and I have to be there for her!” said Yara. “You’re friend is even more stupid than you are! She really shouldn’t leave her husband!” said the mother. “That’s none of our business, she is free to do whatever she wants!” said Yara in anger. “What about us? What will we do here if something happens?” asked the mother. “I’m not the man of the family. Learn how to survive on your own!”, said Yara.


“Is it true that you’re going to Beirut?” asked Tamara as she was having take out dinner from Jasmi’s with Yara while watching So You Think You Can Dance. “Yes.” Affirmed Yara. “And leave me all alone with her?” said Tamara referring to her mother. “She is your mother Tamara. She will never harm you.” Said Yara in assurance. “But..you know her, she doesn’t know what to do when something happens. She always calls you” said Tamara worriedly. “I will only be away for four days. Nothing will happen” said Yara as she took a bite of her Original Chickee Chicken Sandwich. “My school’s open day is on Sunday. I wanted you to attend and not her” said Tamara. “She’s the one who should attend. Give her a chance to prove herself to you.” said Yara. “OK. As long as you get me that same Baklava that Nadia had brought for us last year” said Tamara.

**

“Girls, there is a lipstick that I’m looking for so I’ll be in the cosmetics store” said Nadia as soon as the girls crossed the security check in Bahrain Airport. “I need a new memory card” said Yara while zipping her hand bag. “I have to exchange my money. I’ll go to Travelex” said Dalal. “OK then we’ll meet in the lounge” said Nadia.

Dalal was standing in queue infront of Travelex when she spotted Osama walking towards her: “Dalal, there you are!!” said Osama. “What are you doing here?” asked Dalal in surprise. “I’m going to Dubai and you?” he asked casually. “Listen, I don’t want my friends to see me talking to you..” said Dalal. “Please don’t do this. I tried calling you last night after reading your message but you didn’t answer” said Osama. “Because I’m avoiding you!” she said rudely. “I’m sorry. I had no idea about Yara and Fahad. I thought that they were only friends!” said Osama. Dalal ignored him and took a step to the front as the line moved. “I don’t understand! Why are you angry? I said that I didn’t know about them and I meant no harm!” said Osama in frustration. “OK. You want the truth?” she said as she faced him with courage. “What truth?” asked Osama. “There was a misunderstanding! We thought that you were interested in me! And now, my friends are asking me about you and I have to lie. Happy?” she said as she finally reached the counter.

Osama’s face looked like it was hit with a frying pan. It was hard for him to choose the right words: “I’m.. sorry. I didn’t mean to put you through that” he finally said in shock. Dalal ignored him as she listened to the woman behind the counter counting her money. “Let’s just forget this whole thing, please” he said. “Easy for you to say!” she said. “Dalal. Let’s be mature about this. If you keep on treating me this way both our friends will notice and a big problem might happen.” He said. Dalal took a deep breath as she put her money in her wallet: “You’re right. Let’s just act that everything is just like it was before this incident.” She said awkwardly. “Thank you. And how are you going to sort out their misunderstanding?” he wondered. “I’ll manage. I have to go now.” She said and walked away from him. “Have a safe trip” he said, still in surprise..

“I think that I’m still in denial.” Said Nadia as she took a sip of her orange juice in the lounge. “And that’s why you need to give yourself some time to think. You can’t make decisions when you are still in denial”, said Dalal. “In her case she can. Once a cheater always a cheater” said Yara. “Yeah, I know that my decision will still be the same even after a hundred year.” said Nadia. “You just need to get over the shock” said Yara. “I swear, I don’t understand what I’m doing right now! I’m suddenly living with my family again, suddenly traveling with you and I’m gonna be single again in no time. It’s all so unexpected.” Said Nadia. “it won’t be easy. It’s a big change and you’ll feel like you’re going backwards. But I’m sure that it’s for the best. He doesn’t deserve someone like you” said Yara. “Yeah, and you’ll find someone else in no time!” said Dalal rudely. “What’s up with you? You’ve been too quiet!” said Nadia, “Nothing, I’m normal” said Dalal. Yara and Nadia stared at each other in confusion. “Normal Dalal would be too hyper and excited about the trip” said Nadia. “Well, people change! And I thought that you’re the one who asked me to act more mature” said Dalal. “What happened with Osama?” asked Nadia trying to figure out the reason behind the sudden change of behavior. “Nothing had happened” assured Dalal. “So he didn’t call you yet?” asked Yara. “He…did” said Dalal hesitantly. “And????” said Nadia. “And nothing. I didn’t like the way he approached me and we both agreed that it won’t work between us” lied Dalal.

The lounge’s receptionist passed by them at that instant announcing that their flight has just started boarding. Dalal was glad that the conversation was interrupted as they picked up their stuff and left the lounge.

Yara took the window seat and Nadia sat next to her on the aisle seat. Dalal was left next to a stranger on a separate row. “What happened to her?” asked Nadia in low voice. “I’m sure that it has something to do with Osama.” Said Yara whispering back. “Yeah I didn’t buy that story!” said Nadia. “You think I should ask Fahad?” said Yara. “No, he won’t have an answer anyway. Guys don’t discuss such things!” said Nadia. “Yeah. They only gossip about some cheating losers” said Yara referring to Manaf. They both laughed and Yara took out a book from her handbag and opened it. “Do you miss him?” asked Nadia. “Yes” said Yara quietly as she closed the book before reading a single word. “You really like him ha?” asked Nadia with a deep look in her eyes. “I haven’t seen him for three days and I feel like I’m going insane” said Yara. “Enjoy it while it lasts. I miss those feelings” said Nadia. “Don’t say that. I’m sure that you will find the person that really deserves you in no time” said Yara and tapped Nadia’s hand. “I don’t think so. I’m hating men right now and I can’t think of allowing one into my life again.” said Nadia. “Time heals everything”, said Yara as she opened her book and started reading.

**

It was the girl’s second day in Beirut. They woke up early and had a delicious breakfast in the balcony; all kinds of Mana’eesh, fresh cheese, jam and Labneh with some very tasty olives and mint leaves. Nothing felt better than that cold breeze hitting their faces while having a warm cup of tea.

After breakfast, Dalal washed the dishes and Nadia cleaned the table as Yara hit the shower first. She dressed up and wore a long-sleeved black polo neck top with dark denim skinny jeans. “Nadia will you blow dry my hair please? I really don’t feel like it!” said Yara. “Then don’t. A natural look will do. Your waves always look better in winter” said Nadia as she dried her hair with a towel.

After applying mascara and blusher, Yara went to the sitting room and waited for the girls to get ready. Her phone rang, it was an unknown number: “Hello?” she answered. “Hello you!” said Fahad. “FAHAD, how are you??” she asked happily as she walked out to the balcony. “I’m freezing. But before you start yelling, I got a woolen hat and a scarf. How’s Beirut?” he asked. “It’s gorgeous. I love this place” said Yara. “Me too, I really wish that I was there right now” said Fahad. “Did you go to the game?” asked Yara in excitement. “Yeah and I cursed them. WE LOST!. But it was really exciting to be there!” said Fahad. “Loving the spirit” said Yara with a smile. “Hey listen, I will call you back in two minutes” said Fahad and hung up.

Yara went back in as Nadia walked out of the room holding a pendant, “Will you help me please” she said as she handed it to Yara, turned around and held her hair up. The apartment’s bell rang the moment that Yara hooked Nadia’s pendant. “Will you get that please?” said Nadia as she walked back to the room. Yara walked lazily to the door and opened it to find the least expected person standing in front of her. It was Fahad….

Yara inhaled all the oxygen that was in the room in one gasp. She felt her blood rushing to every single extremity in her body. “Hey” said Fahad with a grin with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a black blazer, a striped shirt under it and blue jeans. “What… are you… doing..here?” asked Yara shivering. Nadia came out again at that same moment: “You made it!” she said and winked to Fahad. Yara was frightened and she was staring at both of them in shock. “Surprise?” said Nadia as she looked straight in Yara’s eyes. Yara stared back at Fahad and took a deep breath. Fahad laughed: “You’re not happy to see me?”, he teased her. “Please come in Fahad. I’ll get her water before she faints” said Nadia jokingly as she left to the kitchen.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?” yelled Yara as she hit Fahad’s shoulder. “Ouch! That hurts” he said. “Two minutes ago you’re in London and suddenly you’re infront of me!! You are so mean, you are so mean”, she repeated as she kept on hitting him. “And that is what I get for flying all the way here” he said as he tried to protect himself from her by covering his face with his arms. She suddenly stopped and took a step back: “It’s so good to see you” she said sincerely as her mood swung completely and she was almost in tears.

Dalal came out of the room at that time: “Fahad. Welcome to Beirut” she said quietly in no surprise. “Thanks Dalal. How are you?” he asked. Yara stared at Dalal in confusion: “You knew too?” she asked. “Mhhmm” she affirmed casually and walked out to the balcony. Fahad stared at Yara in a it’s-so-good-to-see-you look and they both followed Dalal to the balcony. Few minutes later, Nadia walked out carrying a trey with four cups of Turkish Coffee on it.

“Thank you. How are you feeling?” asked Fahad as he picked up a cup from Nadia. “Well, trying my best to avoid thinking about it.” said Nadia. “You look fresh and strong. I wouldn’t have guessed that something was wrong if I didn’t know” said Fahad. “Thanks. And thank you for trying to save me. I never got the chance to thank you” said Nadia with a smile and took a sip of her coffee. “Doesn’t matter. It was too late when I told Yara and we couldn’t do anything.” Said Fahad in apology. “It’s the thought that counts” said Nadia. Yara was still shaking and drinking her coffee in shock while Dalal was in her own world and trying to avoid getting engaged in the conversation.

“When did you get here?” asked Yara nervously. “This morning” said Fahad, glad that she was finally making conversation. “And where are you staying?” she asked inquisitively. “With my aunt and her husband. He is Lebanese so they come and stay here every now and then.” He explained. “Oh that’s so cool” said Nadia. “Yeah she gets excited when we visit” he said. “I hope that you didn’t surprise her too and give her a heart attack” said Yara. Fahad and Nadia laughed. “Dalal? i need to go to the shop around the corner to get some…groceries. Will you come with me?” said Nadia in an attempt to leave Yara and Fahad alone. “But we got all the groceries yesterday!” said Dalal stupidly. “Yeah but we forgot some things. Come on” said Nadia as she patted Dalal’s back, gathered the cups and went in with Dalal following her.

Fahad stared at Yara smilingly: “I missed you” he said. Yara smiled back but she was too nervous to admit that she missed him too and that the past three days were lifeless without him. “I never knew about your aunt’s Lebanese husband” said Yara. “It’s the reason why I love this city. So much memories, so much drama, so much politics” He said deeply. “Beirut Sit El Dunia” said Yara quoting Majida’s song. “Indeed. Can’t be said any better” said Fahad.

Yara got up and took slow steps to the balcony’s railings. She stood there with both her hands resting on it and stared at the horizon. The icy tip of Qurnat as Sawda was looking small viewed from where they were. Fahad walked to her and stood near. The wind was playing with her hair as she kept on staring far into the horizon. She turned her head to him to find him staring at her all that time with a smile. She smiled back nervously. He suddenly pulled her closer with his hand around her waist. She was now too close to him, she felt so weak being surrounded with his masculine arm. Each heart beat felt like a bomb exploding in her heart. They stared at each other’s eyes till his nose touched hers, he spoke right from the heart and said: “I love you..”  

Chapter 7, Expectations

The girls were having tea in fancy pink and golden cups in Nadia’s room. As soon as she arrived from Qatar, she packed all her belongings from her apartment, with the girls’ help, and moved to her parents’ house.

“I don’t know what hurts more, the fact that my husband cheated on me or how my parents are blaming me for it!” said Nadia devastated. “Why are they blaming you?” asked Dalal. “They believe that I didn’t give him enough attention and that I wasn’t wife enough for him” she said in disbelief. “You gave up your career for him! You devoted your whole life for the past year to him! It was the other way around, he wasn’t man enough!” said Yara angrily. “Exactly!” agreed Dalal. “My parents don’t see that. They only see the big picture; the divorce, and what people will think and say will matters to them” said Nadia sadly. “Give them some time and they will come to their senses. There is no doubt that your happiness matters to them more. They’re still in shock now” said Yara. “I don’t think so. Last night they were trying to convince me to fix things between us! They want me to forgive him and forget that it had ever happened!” said Nadia disappointed. “Did you consider that?” asked Dalal as she took a sip of tea. “Of course not! What he did is unforgivable. He stepped over my dignity” Screamed Nadia. “Very cheap. And it’s hard to digest because it’s really out of his character!” said Yara in disgust. “What was his excuse?” asked Dalal. “Excuse? He had no excuse! He apologized a million time but he had no excuse!” said Nadia. “But at least he’s feeling guilty” said Dalal digging for positive things to say. “It’s too late. Guilt and apology will do him no good now” said Nadia.

Nadia’s mother walked in wearing one of those modern short jalabiyas. She was petite but age added few pounds to her little figure. Her short light brown hair was neatly blow-dried and her big nose was the first feature to be noticed in her face. “Talk to her girls. Tell her that divorce is not easy and that women need to sacrifice in order for their families to survive” said the mother to the girls while meaning for Nadia to hear her words. The girls nodded smilingly to the mother out of respect but didn’t agree with a word that she had said. “If every woman asks for a divorce whenever something happens then no couple will remain married for good” added Nadia's mother. “Mama, we talked about this already”, said Nadia in anger. “I’ll send you dinner in a bit” said her mother and left the room.

“You want my honest opinion? I don’t see you heartbroken”, said Yara. “What do you mean?” asked Nadia. “You are not hurt out of jealousy or because your man has been with another woman. You are angry with yourself because you made the wrong choice by marrying Manaf and because he favored another woman over you!” explained Yara. “Isn’t that normal since I was never in love with him?” asked Nadia. “But he was your husband and you were trying hard to make it work” said Dalal. “You’re not even crying Nadia. Look at you, you are angry and upset but not heartbroken!” said Yara. Nadia stayed quiet for few moments and her eyes started to glitter with tears: “Maybe I’m just replacing my pain with anger. Maybe it’s easier when I’m angry with myself” she said as tears started to fall over her cheeks. “You need to let it out” said Yara as she patted her back and pulled her closer. “And I was feeling guilty just for checking out that guy in Durra last week. I felt like a cheater just by admiring a guy’s looks while he spent the whole week with a slut” said Nadia sobbing. “I have an idea, what about we get away for a while just 'till things get quiet here” suggested Dalal. “One of us needs to deal with a divorce, one is drowning in debts and one has no leave days left from work. Can’t happen” said Yara sarcastically. “Actually, that would be perfect” said Nadia as she wiped her tears, reached for her mobile and dialed her dad’s personal assistant number: “Hello Abdul Latif, please book me three tickets to Beirut."

**

The noise of the drill was shaking the studio. Fahad walked in to find Santosh drilling the wall while Yara was standing on a chair and holding a photo. He stood where he was quietly waiting for that very noisy drill to stop. “Hey shorty” he finally said when Santosh stopped drilling. Yara and Santosh looked back to find him standing with his arms folded on his chest. “Hey! How long have you been standing there?” asked Yara as she jumped off the chair and put the photo down. Her hair was tied up with a pencil and she was wearing light faded jeans with stripped white and navy blue Urban Outfitters t-shirt. “Nice hair! How did you do that?” he said as she came closer. “Japanese trick” she winked. He turned her over and removed the pencil from her hair. “Heyyyyy! It took me forever to do that!!” she screamed. Fahad laughed loudly: “it looks better this way” he said as he ended his laugh with a smile. Yara blushed and turned around to Santosh who was hammering a nail into the wall: “Are you done yet Santosh? Please hang that remaining photo” she said. “You’re lucky. We just finished hanging my new collection which I shot in Durra” said Yara to Fahad who walked closer to her. “So I’m the first to see it?” he asked. “Yup.” Said Yara as Santosh hanged the photo. “You can go now Santosh. Thank you”.

Fahad walked closer to the wall noticing all the additions. “May I have an exclusive showing of the new collection from the talented photographer herself?” asked Fahad. “Certainly sir” said Yara happily. “The collection is called Serenity” she said as she stood next to the wall acting like a professional artist giving a formal description to a total stranger. “Interesting” said Fahad. “This photo right there is all about freedom” she said pointing to a photo of a seagull flying over the sea. “Hmm. Actually, I see it as the ability to achieve your dreams” said Fahad with his hand holding his chin up while staring at the photo. “That will also do” said Yara, still imitating a professional artist. Fahad laughed: “This is the part where you should say that the beauty of art is that each person sees it from his own perspective” said Fahad. “Yes, sir. I’m the artist here” she said acting all serious. Fahad laughed again and moved few steps towards another photo: “I love this one” he said while staring at a black and white photo of a child playing with sand with his father standing behind him. “Really? I wasn’t sure about adding it to the collection” she said. “Why? It’s amazing! It speaks of stability” he said. “This is how you see stability?” she asked. “Yeah” he said with a distant mind. “Yara. There is something that I need to tell you” he said as he turned around and faced her. “But you didn’t see the whole collection yet” she said. “We’ll get back to that. Come here” he said as he gently pushed her back towards the two armchairs.

Yara got confused and nervous for his sudden mood swing. “I never told you why I divorced my wife” said Fahad with no smile and no frown but a complete blank face. “You wanna talk about it?” asked Yara nervously. “Yeah. We’ve become good friends by now and you deserve to know” he said. The mention of the word “friends” disappointed Yara but made her snap back to reality; they were only friends! “Yeah. Sure. Tell me” she said after shaking that thought away. “She didn’t want to have kids” he said while staring at the floor. “Are you serious?” asked Yara in shock “is there a normal woman who refuses to become a mother?!” she continued. Fahad stayed quiet. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bad mouth her” said Yara. “It’s ok. Our marriage went perfectly well and we loved each other. But, this was a huge issue that stood between us” he said. Yara felt surprisingly jealous as he mentioned being in love with another woman. “Do you still love her?” she asked without thinking. “It doesn’t matter. We’ve been out of each others lives for two years now” he said. Yara didn’t hear the answer that she wanted to hear and it was hard to control the thoughts and feelings that went inside of her: “You obviously didn’t get over her!” she said in an upset tone. “This is not the point Yara. Why are you insisting to know?” he said sounding upset. “I’m not!” she snapped. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell you!” he said in frustration.



Meanwhile, Osama was waiting for Fahad in the café when Dalal walked in. He waved politely and she walked to his table: “Hey, how are?” she asked. “I’m doing good. How are you?” asked Osama. “Fine. Have you seen Yara around?” she asked while searching for Yara between the crowd. “Not really. I’ve been waiting for Fahad for a while and seems like you’ll be waiting too. Please join me 'till one of them arrives.” He said. “Oh, sure, that would be nice” she said excitedly as she took a seat. “So, how’s work? Enjoying banking?” he asked. “Not really. It’s all dry routine work but I don’t see myself doing anything else” she said. “Really? And why is that?” he asked. “I don’t feel that I have the creativity or the talent to work in marketing or anything of that sort. And in Bahrain it’s either this or that” she said. “Or you could sell cupcakes!” he said jokingly. Dalal laughed: “Oh don’t get me started. Cupcakes and fashion design. Seems like all Bahrainis are suddenly bakers and designers” she said. Osama laughed and nodded. “So what do you do now?” asked Dalal. “I used to work in Gulf Finance House in Investment Placement” he said. “Oh, is that how you know Manaf?” she asked. “Yeah. But this is Bahrain, everyone knows everyone. I knew him before but we became friends in Doha” he said. “I see. And what do you do now?” she asked curiously. “I’m starting my own business. I never liked Investment Placement. But it was a good experience, I gained many connections” he said in confidence. And bonuses, thought Dalal. “What’s the new business about?” asked Dalal but Osama didn’t seem to hear as he was distracted by someone who just walked in. Dalal looked back to see Yara. “Oh, there she is” said Dalal. “Fahad is here too. It’s good that they both arrived at the same time so none of us will have to wait alone” said Osama happily. “Yeah. Thank you for the company” she said as she got up. “Hey, would you mind if you give me your phone number? There is something that I’d like to talk to you about” said Osama. “Sure” said Dalal with a big smile and a pounding heart.



“What’s going on? Why do you both look upset?” asked Dalal as she approached Yara. “Long story. Can we get out of here?” said Yara. “But Nadia is coming!” said Dalal. “I don’t care I just don’t wanna stay here one more minute” said Yara angrily. “Too late. She’s here!” said Dalal. Yara ignored Dalal and made her way out of the café. “What’s wrong with her?” asked Nadia. “I don’t know but we better follow her” said Dalal and they both walked out.

“Yara. Don’t drive. Come with me” said Nadia when she saw Yara approaching her car. Yara turned around and walked back to Nadia: “Please don’t force me to talk”, she said as she got into the back seat of Nadia’s shiny Black Mercedes E-class Coupe. Dalal and Nadia stared at each other in confusion and entered the car.

“He hints! He hints all the time. Oh Yara you are cute, I like your hair Yara, I want to see you Yara. I don’t know if I’m crazy but he flirts!” said Yara angrily. Nadia and Dalal laughed as Nadia started the engine. “And why are you angry?” asked Dalal. “We are practically friends, only friends. And he speaks to me about his ex-wife and how much he loved her” she said in more frustration. “Calm down. I’ll take you for a drive and you let all the thoughts out” said Nadia as she started driving. “I really thought he liked me 'till today. Today I’m sure that I mean nothing to him” said Yara in disappointment. “Did he actually say that he doesn’t like you?” asked Dalal. “No” said Yara. “Then shut up” said Dalal. “But when I asked him if he still loves her he refused to answer!” said Yara. “Doesn’t mean that he still didn’t get over her. He’s a man. Men don’t reveal their feelings” said Nadia. “He said that we became good friends by now. He said it. GOOD FRIENDS” said Yara. “Of course he’ll use the word friends. What do you want him to say? Lovers? You’ve only known him a couple of months. Give it some time” said Nadia. “Yes Yara. I thought that you were more mature than that. You are jumping to conclusions” said Dalal.

Yara sat back and took a deep breath. Serenity finally descended in the car for few moments and Nadia turned on the radio; Fadhel Shaker was singing Low 3ala Alby. Yara sighed as she listened to the lyrics. “Someone is in love!” said Nadia teasingly. Dalal turned to the back seat excitedly: “Do you love him?”. “Leave me alone both of you” said Yara shyly. “How do you feel when you’re with him?” asked Nadia while staring at Yara through the rear view mirror. “We are FRIENDS remember. I feel friendship, that's all!” said Yara annoyingly. “Put what happened today aside and think, how you feel when you see him? Or when he calls” asked Dalal. “I feel my heart falling onto my stomach” said Yara finally. “Aaaawwwwww” Nadia and Dalal said together. “OK OK, enough. I should get over this silly feeling anyway and be his…friend” said Yara.

“Since you don’t wanna talk about it anymore, I have some news” said Dalal trying hard to hide her smile. “It better be good” said Nadia. “It is” said Dalal with a grin. “Just say it” said Yara who was fed up and not bothered. “Osama asked for my number!” she finally said it fast. “GET LOST”, said Nadia. “No way. How did that happen?” asked Yara who suddenly jumped between the two front seats. “We were talking, catching up, and then he said that he wants to talk to me about something” she said clearly overexcited. “I wonder what would that be” said Nadia teasingly. “Osama from accounting!! Can you believe it!! I can’t I can’t!!” screamed Dalal joyfully. “He really seems to be a nice guy. Good luck and keep us updated” said Yara warmly.

**

Yara was arranging the laundry in her cupboard and wishing for her phone to ring. But it didn’t. Every time she hears a message notification her heart jumps out of place but she gets disappointed as soon as she sees the sender. She thought of calling him, but she was hesitant and upset. And a part of her wanted to test how much she means to him and for how long can he stop talking to her.

It was around 9:30pm when Yara gave up the hope of hearing from Fahad that night. She heard a BBM notification and was sure that it wasn’t him. But to her surprise, it was him:

Fahad: Hey.

Yara: Hey

Fahad: Are you upset?

Yara: A little. You?

Fahad: LOL, I’m not upset

Yara: :)

Fahad: By the way, I am over her.

Yara: Good for you

Fahad: I’m sorry I snapped. It’s just that it’s a sensitive topic.

Yara: I understand

Fahad: You sound upset.

Yara: No. I’m just dry when it comes to typing

Fahad: haha ok I’ll pack now for London

Yara: And I will pack for Beirut!

Fahad: Ha?

Yara: Nadia is taking us for few days.

Fahad: Oh. How is she coping by the way?

Yara: She’s better. We managed to get her mind out of it today with our issues.

Fahad: That’s good. And you could use the change.

Yara: Yeah. When are you coming back?

Fahad: After a week.

Yara: A WEEK!

Fahad: Yeah :D.. Will you miss me? :P

Yara: Oh don’t start..

Fahad: I will miss you :)

Yara: Pack warm clothes. It’s too cold over there now. Don’t forget a woolen hat and a scarf for the stadium.

Fahad: I don’t have any. I threw them all away before I came back from the States.

Yara: Then buy from there!

Fahad: I don’t think that I have any time to shop over there before the game. And tomorrow I’ll be busy with my dad all day, I don’t think that I’ll have the time to buy anything.

Yara: Why did you leave it for the last minute. Typical of you MEN.

Fahad: Are you worried about me :P

Yara: Yes. Happy?

Fahad: I promise that I will manage :)

**

Dalal was waiting impatiently for Osama’s call. She had no idea if he’ll call tonight or tomorrow or any other time, but she was so nervous that she couldn’t have dinner. Many thoughts crossed her mind that night. Thoughts of what might happen and how things can finally turn around and be just like she always dreamed of. She remembered when they first saw him in the Café a few months ago and how she always admired him back in college. She laughed happily at the fact that someone as handsome and popular as he was seemed to be interested in her.

“What’s wrong with you today? Why are you sitting all by yourself?” wondered Dalal’s mother as she got into her room. “Nothing I’m just tired” said Dalal. “You don’t look like it!” said the mother. “Can’t anyone spend some time by himself in this house?” said Dalal annoyingly. “Kaifech” said her mother carelessly and left.

Dalal’s phone rang. She lifted it off the bed, closed her eyes and prayed that it’s Osama. She stared at the screen to find a strange number. IT’S HIM. “Hello?” answered Dalal adding a sweet tone to her voice. “Hey Dalal, I hope that I’m not disturbing you” said Osama. “No, no. Not at all” she said happily. “Are you with your friends?” he asked. “No I’m at home, all alone” she said feeling a crunch in her stomach. “Great.” He said. “What’s up?” asked Dalal nervously. “It’s a bit embarrassing actually.” Said Osama in hesitation. Dalal let out a nervous laugh: “You’re scaring me” she said. “Oh no need to be scared. Aaahh, ok. I’ve been seeing you around with your friends often lately, and, I really liked the three of you..And..there is one of you that i'd like to get to know more.” He said politely. “OK?” said Dalal happily and waiting for more. “Don’t get me wrong though. I don’t wanna play around. I’m old enough to have a serious relationship, and who knows, if things work out we could make it official” he added. Dalal remained quiet and found herself too nervous to say a word: “This is…nice to hear” she said quietly. “So will you help me?” he asked. “Help you?” she asked in confusion. “Yes. Would you please try explaining to Yara that I’m interested in her….?”

Chapter 6, Affair

It was a cloudy morning. Yara woke up in a cranky mood and was lecturing the maid in the kitchen while having a bowl of cereal in her pajamas. “You don’t have to cook if no one is at home. Who will eat all this food? It will end up in the trash. How many times do I have to tell you this”, explained Yara. “Madame asked me to always make food” explained the maid in a Pilipino accent. “Because she’s not paying for it!” said Yara in frustration as she picked her phone after hearing a message notification. It was a BBM from Fahad: "I will be there in half an hour to pick up the photo".  Yara’s heart dropped in her tummy: "OK", she replied and rushed to her room.  

She had very little time to get ready and try to look nice. The rush and nervousness blocked the style inspiration in her head. She picked up a vintage yellow dress from the cupboard and turned to the mirror. Too much, she thought. She dropped it on her bed and faced the cupboard again with both hands on her waist. Natural morning look, she thought to herself over and over again. She brushed her hair with both hands and held it up in a bun, why am I putting all this effort! She wondered. Why am I nervous! I should only be myself and not think of anything else. We are friends, only friends. She thought and picked up a gray V-neck Ralph Lauren t-shirt with her favorite denim jeans and put a plastic clip to hold her messy bun.

The studio was quiet when Fahad walked in. Nothing was stirring except for some classical music that played in the background. Yara walked out of the small storeroom at that moment carrying his wrapped photo: “Good morning”, she said with a cheerful smile. “Good morning. You’re way too fresh for a gloomy morning”, he said in a flirty tone. “Call me weird, but I love cloudy mornings”, she confessed as she put the photo down. “OK weirdo, here is your favorite coffee”, he said and handed her a take-out coffee cup. “Skimmed Latte! Perfect timing”, she said as she took the cup gladly.

“Have a seat” she said and they both walked to the two faded brown arm chairs on the corner. “So the picture is finally ready?” he asked as he sat down. “You could’ve taken it days before. I still don’t understand why you insisted to take it from me?” she asked. “Maybe it’s just an excuse to see you?” he said suddenly in a serious tone. Yara smiled nervously and changed the subject, “I need your help”, she said. “Oh, I thought that you don’t need my charity”, he teased her. “Will you ever get over that?” she asked in a semi angry tone. “Anything you need” he said sweetly. “I want to start looking for a job”, she said. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Yes, I thought about it and I don’t have any other choice” she said sadly. “OK. What kind of job? Banking? Marketing?” he asked. “I don’t know. I majored in Business but I don’t have any experience in those sectors” she said. “Then it’s not going to be easy. As you know, these days it’s very hard to get a job”, he said. “Then what am I supposed to do?” she asked in a whiny tone. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about something lately and I was waiting for the right time to talk to you about it”, he said. Yara got nervous. She thought of a million things in those few moments between the introduction he just gave till he spoke again. “Try to imagine this” he said as he got up and walked to the wall behind the desk “Imagine if you take down this wall. What will happen?” he asked. “I will be breaking the wall between this studio and the café?” she guessed. “There you go!”, he said excitingly. “What do you mean?”, she asked in confusion. “A joint venture. We break that wall that separates our businesses and make it one business”, he explained. “I still don’t get it. It’s a totally different business” she said. “And that is the cool part. Imagine a café/gallery. Nothing will change for both of us. I will still have my café and you will still have your gallery. We’ll only get to share customers. My customers will view your work and your customers will have my coffee” he said in excitement. “Interesting” she said with her eyes tightened as she thought deeply about it. “But how will that solve my financial crisis?” she wondered. “One thing is that you will get more customers since your work will be exposed to our customers. Second thing is that I could rent your studio and treat it as a part of the café. That way both businesses will have one management and one name, and you will be paid a fixed monthly rate which is the rent, and of course the profit of the photos you sell here” he explained. “Hmm! That’s too much information. I’ll need time to think about it” she said. “Of course, take your time. And now…” he said as he walked to the wrapped photo and picked it up “let’s go and hang this”. She got up and followed him to the café. “You realize that if we break down that wall you won’t need that photo anymore” she said jokingly. “Till then…choose a spot”, he said as he stood in the center of the café with the photo in his hand. “Ahh. Honestly? I think that you should replace that guitar painting with it. I always thought that it’s ugly” she said in disgust. Fahad laughed “You got it.”

Yara’s phone rang at that moment, she picked it up: “Hello”. “Hey. Where are you?” asked Nadia. “I’m in the café with Fahad” said Yara casually. “Big steps; Good job!”, said Nadia happily. “What’s up?” said Yara, avoiding to comment with Fahad standing right next to her. “I’m going to Qatar today to surprise Manaf” said Nadia. “Oh, that’s nice. Have fun” said Yara. “I’ll be back on Wednesday. See you” said Nadia and ended the call.

“Any of your friends are coming?” asked Fahad. “Not really. Nadia is on her way to Qatar” said Yara. “Her husband works in Qatar right?” asked Fahad with sudden interest. “Yeah, she is going to surprise him. Typical Nadia”, said Yara with a smile. Fahad took a deep breath and looked anxious. “What’s wrong?” asked Yara. “Ahh. This is going to be tough. But.. I should tell you” he said hesitatingly. “Tell me what?”, asked Yara worriedly. “Let’s sit down” said Fahad and lead the way to the furthest table in the café.

“I don’t know Nadia’s husband, but Osama does” said Fahad as soon as they sat down. “Yeah we met him the other day”, Said Yara, waiting for him to continue. “Osama has been my friend for many long years and I trust him. So I’m only going to tell you this because I heard it from, what I consider, a reliable source” said Fahad. “SAY IT” said Yara who started to lose her patience. “Osama saw Nadia’s husband with another woman several times in Qatar” said Fahad with his head lowered down on the table. “WHAT? MANAF? Mosta7eel!” screamed Yara. “OK, don’t freak out. I wasn’t going to tell you but I felt responsible for some reason” he said trying to calm her. “You don’t know Manaf. Manaf is the kind of guy who cares about his job and the stock market, not women!” said Yara angrily. “True, I don’t know him. But I know Osama and he won’t speak of someone unless he was sure. After meeting Nadia the other day he was really pissed off about it” said Fahad. “Maybe it’s his colleague, or his cousin or something” said Yara trying to figure out an explanation. “They were holding hands” said Fahad in a grim tone. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this!” said Yara who was trying her best not to freak out. “Listen to me, I only decided to tell you this right now because you said that Nadia is going to surprise him. You have to stop her or there might be a big chance that she will find out the hard way” said Fahad calmly. Yara picked up her phone and was about to call: “What am I going to tell her?” she said sadly.

**

“Her phone is still off!” said Dalal as soon as Yara picked up her call. “I know I’ve been calling too” said Yara calmly. “I want her to find out. Let her find out” said Dalal in a very pissed off tone. “She’s all alone over there. If she finds out, she will go insane” said Yara worriedly. “Let her go insane. That’s what she gets for choosing him!” said Dalal angrily. “But what are the odds that she walks in and sees them together. Maybe she won’t find out” said Yara. “I really wish that she finds out!” said Dalal.

**

“Come over here” said Yara’s mother as soon as she spotted Yara walking in. Yara walked to the sitting room where her mother was sitting: “Yes mother”.  “I got you a husband” said the mother coldly while filing her nails. “What? You're being funny today!” said Yara and laughed. “I’m serious. A good catch as well”, said her mother while raising her head to Yara. “So you went husband-hunting for me?” said Yara sarcastically. “And why not? These days, this is what good mothers do” said Sajida proudly. “This is really not a good time mama..” said Yara and was about to leave. “Wait, I didn’t finish” said the mother. “Mama, you know me better than that. You know that I will never get married this way or in any other arranged way by you or by anyone else” said Yara emphasizing each word. “We don’t have a choice this time. He is rich and if you marry him it will be our way out of all those debts” explained her mother, still as cold as ice. “I can’t believe you. Even if a miracle happens and I marry this guy, how can you accept to make him pay for our problems” said Yara who started to get angry. “You’re a little girl. By time, you will realize that life is not what you think it is.” Said the mother. “OK, I have no idea what you’re talking about but please, don’t open up this topic with me again” said Yara and walked away. “You are making a big mistake. Be smart for once in your life!” said the mother forcefully. Yara ignored her and kept walking away.

**

“Did you find her?”, asked Fahad, who called Yara for updates. “Nope. We decided to let it be. There is no use in trying” said Yara. “What if she doesn’t find out? Will you tell her once she’s back?” asked Fahad. “I don’t know. Right now I just wish that she doesn’t find out anything. And if she does, I hope that she survives the shock” said Yara worriedly. “You’ll be the first she calls if anything happens right?” asked Fahad. “Of course”, confirmed Yara. “Then be sure that she is fine and don’t worry. If anything happens you will be the first to know” said Fahad. “You’re right” said Yara feeling comfortable. “What are you planning to do today?”, asked Fahad. “Nothing. I think I’ll just stay in my room and watch some episodes. Trying to avoid my mum” explained Yara. “Why avoid her?”, wondered Fahad. “I don’t wanna talk about it” said Yara. “But I’m curious” teased Fahad. “I said I don’t wanna talk about it” repeated Yara sharply. “Relax. I’m joking” said Fahad with a laugh. “You better be” she said. “OK I have some interesting news” he said excitedly. “What?” she asked quietly. “I’m going to London in few days” he said. “And how is that good news?” she asked with the same annoyed tone. “Because I’m going to attend a Manchester United game!” he said overly excited. “Have fun!”, she said angrily. “I know what’s upsetting you.You are going to miss me!” he said. “Whatever” she said dismissively. “Come on. Admit it. You can’t imagine Bahrain without me” he kept on teasing. “You want a serious answer?” she asked. “Aha” he said, looking forward for her next sentence. “I seriously think……” she paused. “Yeahhhhhh??” he said. “….that you should go away and leave me with my episodes”, she said teasingly. “OK. OK. So you’re saying that you won’t miss me ha?” he said. “Byeeeeee Fahad” she said laughing after making him annoyed. “We’ll see. BYE” he said.

Yara ended the call and wondered what Nadia is doing right now. Is she spending her day happily with her cheating husband? Or is she mourning over the fact that the guy she chose to spend the rest of her life with had cheated on her? But what if Osama was mistaken? What if Manaf is really the guy we always thought he was?

All those thoughts and worries were not giving Yara any peace of mind. She decided to try and call Nadia one more time. She dialed her number, and to her surprise, Nadia did pick up the phone: “Hello?” answered Nadia. “Hey, are you ok?” asked Yara. “Yes! Why?” wondered Nadia. “Just checking on you.” Said Yara in relief. “Are you sure?” asked Nadia. “Yeah. You didn’t message when you landed” said Yara trying to sound as calm as possible. “It’s just Qatar!” said Nadia. “OK.” Said Yara. “Yara! What’s going on?” asked Nadia. “Nothing I told you nothing is wrong” said Yara holding back every word that she wanted so badly to say. “You can’t lie! But I’m not going to plead. Say what’s on your mind whenever you want to”, said Nadia. “Enjoy your trip. And you know that I will always be here for you” said Yara. “OK!” said Nadia slightly confused.

Nadia walked to the reception desk of The Ritz Carlton Doha where two receptionists were standing. One of them greeted Nadia and welcomed her while the other was engaged in a phone conversation. “How can I help you Madame?” inquired the receptionist. “I need the key to Mr. Manaf Mansour’s room. I’m his wife” said Nadia with a smile. The receptionist looked confused: “Mr. Manaf from Bahrain?”, she asked. “Yes. He doesn’t know that I’m here” said Nadia. The receptionist looked at her colleague to try and have her take notice of her confusion, but she was too busy to give her any attention. “Excuse me Madame” said the receptionist and walked to another phone where Nadia won’t hear her conversation. She tried calling Manaf, but there was no answer. “Mum, would you care to wait for him in the lobby? I apologize but I’m not allowed to give anyone a key without the permission of the guest”, said the receptionist as soon as she walked back to Nadia. “Oh come on. I’m his wife and I’m here to surprise him. He won’t mind, trust me” said Nadia. At the same moment, one of the higher level hotel staff, wearing a suit, passed by. “What’s the matter?” he asked. Nadia explained the situation to him while the receptionist listened quietly. “Give her the key”  he said “But..” said the receptionist who could not find another excuse. “It’s ok, Mr. Manaf is a regular. Give her the key” he said and walked away.

The sound of TV was heard through the door as Nadia inserted the keycard in the door and the small green light blinked on. She walked in dragging her LV pully and the door shut behind her. She turned left where the sofa and TV were to find a lady in tight jeans and white sleeveless t-shirt lying comfortably on the sofa. Her long black hair was covering her arm. The lady suddenly sat up once she saw a strange woman standing in front of her. “I’m sorry, they must have given me the wrong room” said Nadia as she turned around to leave. On her way out, her eyes fell on a black Delsey suitcase with a familiar sticker on it. A sticker that said: Nadia & Manaf in a calligraphic Arabic font that was specially made for their wedding giveaways. Isn’t this the suitcase I packed for Manaf with my own hands? She wondered. She looked back and forth at the lady and the suitcase trying hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The other lady stood up, picked up her handbag and walked out without saying a word as she realized who Nadia was. Nadia was left all alone in a twister; The receptionist’s hesitation, Manaf’s changed behavior, the way he didn’t show any affection anymore. The twister kept getting faster and faster as Nadia’s shock grew bigger and as the pieces of the puzzle were finally put together she came to a sudden realization! My husband is cheating on me..