Chapter 15: THE WEDDING part 2

One thing I learnt from my past experience is to when it comes to leaving a kid alone at home atleast have one adult in the house. That is parent logic. I mean who in the world would leave their kid at home ALL alone? Afrah's mom and dad. Which was a mistake, but still have some common sense. Anyways take care of your children you married readers out there and well..

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There are beautiful girls. Some with beautiful faces. Some with beautiful hearts. Some with none, but YOU always find a girl that happens to be beautiful. Especially in weddings. I am telling you. You sit there in a wedding, shy, more like insecure. Now the thing Afaf learnt, or should I say I learnt from insecurity is that it never ends. Whether your a kid, a jealous teenager, dating, married you will always be insecure. Its just a fact. Its part of being a woman. I learnt that from Zainab and Bader's wedding.

Afaf's P.O.V: 

While sitting in the first table in the arena, in the corner of the table with my head facing Afrah with Shahad diagonal to me and Noura and Fatma right next to me both of the sides and the girls just sitting in the next tables or standing or dancing.

A beautiful long black haired girl with a body that is TOOO thin and a yellow dress write below her butt. Almost like lingerie when she sits down which quite made me laugh, she had a little bit too dark of a lipstick on and the foundation brighter than the rest of her body.

She was dancing. Lol. More like walking and smiling. She clearly didnt know how to. 

Noura: aham shay.

Fatma: LOOLL 

Dana: wee maskeena

Shahad: banat 5nrou7 enraweeha el ra89 el 9jee.

Ghada: ee yalla.

Me and Shahad tried to get a long in the wedding.. We did.

Galee Abdullah t3alay bara.

So i did.

Abdullah: Afaf..

Ghada: Afafo yalla lazm enrouu7

Afaf: b3d shway, okay?

Abdullah: bas-

Afaf; sorry!

And then I rushed inside the 3rs.

Afrah: Afaf

Afaf: halla eb smeety :*

Afrah: Afaf.

Afaf: 3younhaa:* 2amry.

Afrah: abdullah...

Afaf: shfee?

Afrah: yabeech bara tharouryy.

Afaf: haw tawny knt bara.

Afrah: ya5ee rou7ay shbt5sereen?! 7beebch yabeech!

I ran in my heels oustide to find him in starbucks because the wedding was in the palms hotel.

Abdullah and my dad were talking and laughing as I walked to them. Salamt 3la oboi chan ra7.

Abdullah: afaf. Abi a56bch. I got your dad's permission but on one condition he said we wont get married straight away, as you're still 16 and im just turning 18 in 2 months but.. Sm3eeny, I promise you once you turn 18 you will be with me in our house, smiling and laughing then going to our jobs and after a month we find out that a baby is born!

I smiled and hugged him soooo tight. He opened a box that had tiffany&co on it and he wore it to my ringfinger.

Afaf; i love you, abdullah.

Chapter 14- The wedding

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Zainab's P.O.V:

Asamy ou asamy until I decided to face my fears. I answered the call.

Zainab: SHTABE?
----: the big day, huh?
Zainab: SHOOF. EL7EEN AFTH7K OU AROU7 EL MA5FAR, STOP CALLING.
-----: y3neee matabeen Afrah?
Zainab: ...
-----: Jawbeeny.
Zainab: SHDRAK EB AFRAH?!
-----: haha. allah m3ach yal 3arous.
Zainab: LA2! LA7THA!

*he ended the call.*

Afrah. Afrah. Wainch ya afrah?

I cry, I pinch myself to stop because I am gonna ruin my makeup.

Afrah is our sister, she is supposed to be 18 this year, bas ll2saf she was kidnapped when she was 8. For ten years my dad was on with this case, no lawyer, no police, no judge can find her! People even evacuated to the rest of the 5aleej. No sign of Afrah. All we know is the kidnapper is pedophile. He claimed her for 10 years not knowing whether she is alive, safe, or even okay?! The lawyer says she might've changed her name and passport, as the kidnapper is a smart pedophile.
What they said is there were 6 girls (excluding Afrah) kidnapped in the year Afrah was.

I excuse myself, I go out with my hair in that ugly cap used to highlight my hair for tonight.. I get out to the parking lot to see a car, and in the backseat.. AFRAH!!! the driver laughing at me as I run to it. I see  Afaf and Abdullah running to help me, as they saw her to. Abdullah grabs the driver.

Abdullah: Ma tst7ee 3la wayhk. Yal 8aleel el adab t5tf banat?! Tfou 3laik. Ma 3ndk ahal ya --------?!
Afaf: 3bood. Please. He isn't safe.

I hug my sister so tight while calling the police.

Abdullah: You care about me?
Afaf: Always have, Always will.

The police comes and calls every parent who lost their daughters...

Zainab: Afrah! Elyom laylat 3rsy.. El7mdellah yarab.
Afrah: Mshtagetlkoum.

Everyone cries. As we get Afrah ready and myself!



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Revaling: Not now.
The story is 50/50 true the moments are but not in the same dayy :) And the afrah thing isn't true.

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The Next Day: WEDDING OF ZAINAB AND BADER.

Everyone was up at 8:30 am sitting on the table, eating breakfast.

Aunt Mizna: yalla banat 5anrou7 el 9alon.

chan kl wa7da gamat ou badelat ou ra7at m3a 3meyma.


Ignore the descriptiosn I gave before.
Aunttt chose:

Mama Chose:

Taiba chose: (she is mt7jba)

Manayer chose: 

Dareen chose: 

Dana chose:

Ghada chose: 

Afaf chose: BOTH HAIR AND DRESS.

Noura chose: THE MIDDLE DRESS 

Fatma chose: 

Shahad chose:

OFCOURSE EL 3ARUS ZAINAB CHOSE:

Afaf's P.O.V:

Its over.

we are done.

TWITTER MODE:

AfafAl_: I regret all the days we spent, all the moments we had, I regret that I forgave you.

*3 retweets*

Ghada: Foofy, bas 3ad. 

Dana: Foof. He is not worth it.

Zainab: Tra 3rsy mabee fatigues!!!!

I faked a smile and sighed.

Abdullah's P.O.V:

Mishael: 3beid. t3al. 

Abdullah: ttst3b6 ent?!

Mishael: Inch3m ou 9eer rayal.

Abdullah: agoulk eryoulllyyy!

Mishael: 9j enk bnt.

Abdullah: chub- zain shtabee?

Mishael: '3al6a kbeera 3bood.

Abdullah: adre.  she wont forgive me.

Zainab's P.O.V:

My day. Is gone to a shit ground. 

3 CALLS FROM --------

please stop. please. please. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....