Beneath Guarded Hearts - 2

Previously...

The second I enter through their door, I will not be the shy asma who walks invisibly and hides her blushes.

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Asma

And as soon as I’d said that, I found our car parked in front of their house, and my sister hurrying me out and sending a text (probably to Sara, 3bdulla’s sister), not noticing the fierce blush on my cheeks and the determination flaming in my eyes.

Yes, I had a big thing for 3bdulla. He was not like all the normal crushes I had. Those would come and go. But yet I say ‘a thing’ because when I think about it now, that was all it was. Or what I keep telling myself anyway. That day after I'd visited their house, I knew my judgment had been wrong and that I was foolishly blinded. I saw a completely different person when I entered the door.

3bdulla

She bumped right into me as I was about to leave the house. Shiit, this is bad a7eena dayman baykoon awkward yom bashoofha. She's not like any of my other cousins. She's very guarded, very attentative yet shy and quiet w mada5alha fe 7ad.

It's weird cuz I've always had a brotherly approach towards the girls in this family madany che mshakil w swalef 7b w 5rabee6 w hm b3ad nafs el shay eramsooni chany o5oohm el 3od w 6ab3an a7arej yom y6al3on 8i9aa w 7rakat malha da3y fel mall, u know how it is with cuzns. Bas asma, she's different. And that's all I can say about her. She's not like the others, even from what I hear mn e5tyy.

E5ty w 3wash have a weird thing going on, mb rbee3at aw ay shay bas there's still something chanh in times of need dayman weya ba3a6'. Anyway ana mantibihlihm wayed girls kilhm complicated w their stupid friendships kilhm yrmison wara ba3a6' anyway ya3ni women will be women :p

I probably put the wrong image in ur mind so I'll go ahead and point out, that I don't like asma other than as my little sister. But she won't let me look after her because she won't let guys into the picture. Somehow I admire that but at other times I feel like even if something happened, she would suffer through it alone. Madre che uggh ma3rf what to make of this little creature!

We both froze in place ma3iraft sho agool barely asalim 3alaiha w tnazil ras-ha , bas right now she was looking me straight in the eyes into the depths of my soul, and it frightened me a bit because I felt exposed. I leaped back but my gaze was locked on her face as I saw her, really saw her, for the first time. Her beauty mesmerized me; the glimpses I had of her were nothing compared to what I was seeing. She had such expressive eyes, a light shade of almond, they were. My mind was paralyzed with the powerful emotions they revealed. Suddenly they softened, as if shutting me out, and I finally realized that I'd been staring at her, that my breathing was heavy. But she could see none of that. To the outsider my expression was composed apart from the little puffs from my mouth that gave away my quickening pulse.

Me: "Umm Esm7eely ma shftch.."

My voice was husky. Sho ha mb mn 3adty che akon! To save her and myself further embarrassment I stepped back to let her in and lowered my head.

Asma: "Laa 3ade it was my fault sorry I'm in your way.."

She murmured, but for the first time she directly spoke to me. And her voice was like sweet music, so delicate but powerful at the same time, so sure of herself. I was shocked by my strong reaction to her, and I left the house abruptly.

Guilt rushed over me when I realized where I was just about to go before she had arrived.

My bb was blinking red and I opened my phone to check the text message I had received:

Halla 7abeeby waink? Ana jreeb w baw9al mcc, Atrayak fe Starbucks! Yalla t3al gabl ma 7ad ya5thny 3ank ;) Luvv you babe see you soon!

Xoxo 3washy (K)

To be continued...