Girl Du`jour (Pt.4)

Amna wanted to ignore 7amad's message, but changed her mind and texted him back.

"Okay .." She slowly typed the four letters that she was temporizing about.

"Amoon? Are you serious? You're actually going to have a serious talk with him, he left you to get engaged to his cousin for God's sake!" Noor protested.
"Noor! I just want to know what he wants, nothing else. I know he left me, but then again he tried calling me a billion times. I think he deserves a chance to explain what happened .."
"Kaifech."
"Anyways, he's engaged. Why would he want me back if he's getting married soon?"

The girls finished their last sips of coffee and walked out Le Notre. Al Dana, aware of the group of guys who just happened to leave at the same time, followed them to their cars. The girls sighed knowing what the guys were up to. They said their goodbye's and drove off to catch up on Gossip Girl. Amna parked her Range Rover next to the water fountain just in front of her front door. With her blackberry in one hand, and her Bottega wallet in the other. She whizzed to her room after saying hi to her parents. She pushed down the golden doorknob of the white wooden door to her room and found 3abdullah sitting on her couch playing Grand Theft Auto.

"Oh, hey 3abood .."
"Halla 7abeebti, sorry if I'm in your room." 3abdullah clicked away at the matte black remote control. Her phone vibrated continuously to find a peculiar number calling her, and it was not 7amad's. She excused herself and walked out to her balcony facing her bright blue pool, and closed the door.

"Ello?" She answered ..
"Mar7aba, Amna?"
"Mar7abtain, ee na3am. Mn m3ay?"
"Ana 5aled, rfeej 3looy, 3arafteni?" .. "What the hell?" Amna thought to herself.
"Ooh halla, ee akeed 3araftek! 3looy 36ak ra8mee?"
"Ee. Anyways how are you?" He quikly changed the subject.
"I'm great and you?" "Good," He replied.
They continued to chat, about many things. Amna got to know him a lot more and learned that they had a lot in common. They were both Pisces, both loved Caramel Frap's, and the weirdest thing of all, he too rode horses.
She quickly glanced through the glass door to see if 3abdullah had left, unsurprisingly he still had his eyes glued to the bright colours of the graphics shown on the wide-screen t.v. fidgeting with the remote control. So she remained outside on the balcony, pulled up a chair and sat down, watching her little cousins tha had come over to swim. Amna and 5aled talked for about an hour. He seemed so interesting to her, their conversations would last for centuries. He cracked her up just like 3li would. He had a certain charm that made Amna giggle.

"Inzain 5aled, ba5aleek. Banam ishway b3dein ba5al9 sh'3lee, ok?"
"Ok Amoona, 3ala ra7tich. Lama itgoomeen 6arshele message. Tabeen shay?"
"Salamtek. Yalla take care .."
"Bye 7abeebti." He closed.

Amna paused. 7abeebti? Mn awalha? 7abeebti? She just met this guy today. He must of really liked her to call her that and unintentionally said it. "Whatever it doesn't matter, maybe he's just nice like that .." she thought to herself.
By the time she shut the phone, 3abdullah had already switched off her PS3 and closed her room door. She changed into her Juicy Couture sweat pants, and wore the matching sweater, tied up her hair and made herself comfortable under her thick, white bed covers. Just as she were to put her blackberry on her bedside table, Sisa, her maid walked in.

"Amoonaaaaa! What you want por dinner?" She squeeled.
"I don't know Sisa, make anything!"
"Okay, I will make noodles."
"Thanks, and Sisoooooo close my curtains please."
Sisa closed the curtains quietly and left Amna to rest.

She overslept and woke up at 8:00. She walked to her bathroom and washed her face with ice cold water. After that the first thing she did was call 3abdullah to ask him where he was.
"Ana fil majlas .." Typical answer.
She called her friends and told them to come over to study and finish watcing Gossip Girl. About an hour later, Sisa called her to tell her that her friends were waiting for her downstairs. She ran down, her feet smashing against the cold marble, her hand sliding against the railing of her stairs. She took her friends back up to her room, they all relaxed. One on her bed, the other on the floor. Others half asleep on her couch watching Gossip Girl. Amna still ticking away, trying to finish her essay. The maids barged in and woke half of them up for dinner. While swallowing her noodles, Amna choked while she remembered that 5aled had called her earlier. She interrupted the girls and had to tell them what happened.
She sensed the smirk on Noor's face.

"Nooro, ishfeech?"
"Wala shay, I knew this was going to happen .."
"What?"
"This whole 5aled thing!"
"Haha, forget it. From what I can see, we're just friends .. nothing more!" Amna remembered the last word he had said to her before he shut.