Beneath Guarded Hearts - 63

Previously…

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Me: “I’ll only ask you one more time, WAINHA?”

She sighed. I waited impatiently for what seemed to be the longest minutes of my life.

3wash: “They took her to their farm in hatta, bas there’s nothi-”

*6ooo6*

I closed the phone on her face and looked desperately for my car keys. There was nothing that I could do about it? Well, she and everyone else were in for a big surprise. I’m coming Asma.

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Asma

            I eavesdropped on Alia as she talked to the other stranger. I was supposed to be getting dressed; ma ga9irat ba3ad, she stole my clothes as well! I tried to quiet my breathing, to get rid of the drumming pulse behind my ears, so that I could make out what was being said. I failed hopelessly, but in my desperation for an escape from this outrageous situation, I concentrated harder.

Alia: “He won’t stop ringing on her phone. I had to shut it off! What if he does something? Baba won’t like this at all…”

“Calm down, ya Allah! I already told you, everything’s under control. Mb wath8a feya?”

Alia: “Laa2 I am, bas baba-”

“Bas nothing. Ushh yalla, mb matfayja 7ag your dramatic assumptions. Now go and check on her.”

            Damn, and I thought she was bitchy to me.

Alia: “Fine. Bas lo shay estwaa, ana may5e9ny. Sawait ely 3alaya.”

            I saw her turning to come back and I sprinted into the dressing room and pretended that the zipper was stuck. She reached in a few seconds

Alia: “5ala9ty?”

Me: “Laa2, do you think you could help me…”

            She came in with a creased forehead and zipped me up into my top/dress. She smiled at me coldly through the mirror, and before I could interpret anything from it, she clutched the roots of my hair and smashed it on the wall. A bolt of pain electrified my head and I felt unsteady.

Alia: “Next time, you might want to watch whose business you stick your nose into. I am sure you know inh el shya6een were punished for eavesdropping on the mala2ika. The only difference is, I’m not warning you.”

            She gave me a dark look that not even the blind could miss. My head spun wildly and my thoughts were all over the place.

Alia: “Am I understood?”

            I nodded slowly, and she let go of her painful grip on my hair as I massaged my scalp. She gave me a resentful glance before she left, and I gave in to my shaking legs as I slid down to the ground slowly, my back crushed against the surface of the cold mirror.

            I was stuck with an absolute maniac. And if I didn’t leave soon, I would have to meet the source of her unstable resent: her father.

To be continued…