Beneath Guarded Hearts - 7

Previously...

Asma

I could see that I'd caught him by surprise. In my life I've never been as bold as I was now. The pain made me daring, furious, bitter. I welcomed it.

3bdulla: "I... Asma you-"

Asma: "Save it for the next bitch you date."

And with that, I jumped out of the car before he could say anything else.

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Sul6an

I was furious. Outraged. I couldn't recognize the girl lying on the floor in front of me. Akeed jny dash feeha. La2, hay roo7ha jneya!

El 7mara!

I stood towering myself over her, my voice razor-sharp in the odd tranquility it presented. I didn't want Asma to hear us. Or at the very least understand what I was saying. 7beebty asma, mashay mthlha fel kil hal dnya. I wanted to go back and ease her, wipe away her tears, and beat the hell out of this bitch in front of me.

I was barely holding myself, and it helped that asma had stopped crying. The sounds of her sobs were unbearable. For so long I've tried to separate her from this witch, whom I knew was a bad influence and manipulative. Bas asoom didn't listen to me, told me that my hate for her was affecting my judgment. Bas no more. W ha rasy lo I'll even consider risking the chance of this ever happening again.

Me: "3ndy wayed 9war 3wash. 3ndy a whole folder full of stuff on you. Fa don’t even think about running back to baba hal mara. Batshoofeen. Latit7arainy maroom adamrch. Ana elain al7eena masawait shay bas 3alashan asamy. Ma b3'ait-ha t3arf inh shay nas g7ab mthlch fe hal 3alam, w foga kilh inh e5et-ha w7da mnhm. All this time you've been using her, destroying her confidence and belief piece by piece, and I couldn't do a thing about it. Until now."

She lay before me in tears that smeared her fake face, dragging the make-up down her flabby cheeks. For years I've wished to see her like this, vulnerable, helpless, if only for once. Her past will not stay her past anymore. It was time for her to face the music. I lifted my arms to grab her from the floor, but a muffled voice broke through the frenzy of rant and rave I was in.

Asma: "Sul6an...?"

Me: "Asma. Go back in the car."

I tried to be soft, but the words came out harsh.

Asma: "I... La2 Sul6an. You need to calm down."

There was new tone of authority in her voice, which surprised me. But when I turned to face her, she was still uneven. She was trying to be strong.

Me: "Are you seriously defending her?! Hay yaly mat3rf geemtch w she manipulated the person you love on purpose just to hurt you? Ya Asma, don't widen your eyes because its true. You've always pushed me to hear the full story? Well here it is siso: She knows. I know. Even HE knows. And he is head over heals for you. He always has been since the moment he saw you after years of being separated from you when you both started growing up. But he would never admit it. Yet everyone could see how much he cared about you, but you never could because you were too busy comparing yourself to bitches like 3wash. Itshoofen hai?"

I kicked some sand in 3wash's direction.

Me: "HAI matistahal e5t mthlch. Ma tistahal e7tramch. Ma tistahal your standing up for her. Matistahal 5ara! Hai-"

I stopped myself when I saw the look in Asma's eyes.

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Shit...

What have I done??

To be continued...