Part 18- its my life

olla amigos;**

i decided ina im gonna make the story go faster so the mystery will be reavealed faster, but im still going to have some details..
some mysteries may be revealed in this post..




Previously:

we all ate then sat for a while and talked about random things and memories.. it was about 4:23 when the guys excused themselves because they have to go get ready to attend a wedding of a close friend of theirs..




all the girls were laying on the sofas and resting before the dinner they were going to have with marzoug and his 2 friends including turki.
(remember him.. his friend ily when the girls went out they meet up at fridays and they gave him a lift back home.. and they found out that turki and jassim are related somehow... if you dont remember go back to "its my life 5")





after a while razzan told the maid to clean up then go home with the driver because we certainly dont need her anymore..

when it was 7: 30 we went upstairs to get ready for the bbq.. of course razzan put in a great deal of effort into looking hot since her one and only marzoug is going to see her..
reem: waaay razzan shda3wa.. china awal marra bitshoofena.
razzan: intay ma tifhimeen.. hatha marzoug.
reem: inzain oo ba3dain?
razzan: tadreen shlon mani radda 3alaich.. uff ay dress albiss.

dalal: libsay il white one it brings out you tan..
razzan:hmm. ee sa7 oo balbis weya il white hair band and i will straighten my hair..
dalal: oola ola kil hatha 3ashan 7abeeb il galb;p
razzan *smiling sort of shy*: oo akthar ba3ad..
reem: aaah when will i fall in love.. uff inshalla inshalla today something will happen between me and one f his friends..haha
jazzi: habla walla habla..
reem: uff ya3ny 7aram i dream about my dream guy
jazzi: that you may never get?
reem: chub la inshalla i will get my dream guy.
dalal: haha im sure your dream guy is 9ager ily you spilt coke on in mcdonalds..
reem *smiling and thinking about it*
razzan: akeed 3jibat'ha il fikra.. 3ad tathkireen galaha " ive noticed you a couple of times bl jam3a"..
reem: waay bas 3ad ma gilna chithy.. 3ad tsadgeen walla mara shiftah bl jam3a..

*beep beep* (dalals phone)
msg from +65*****
 sorry itha sawaitlich mishkilla
today at mcdonalds.

dalal: what?? mno hatha
jazzi: shfeech?
dalal: haa.. la maku shay..
razzan: inzain yalla ibser3a badlaw ba3ad shway biyoon marzoug dazley msg

all the girls were changing while i was wondering who that could be.. mno ilyoum ana shift ib mcdonalds.. oh yimken 3essa.. ee akeed its him he is the only one that caused me a fight with 3laiwi.. wait bs ohwa shdarra ina me and 3laiwi fought.. or maybe its not him what makes me so sure.. ee  should message the person back to know who the person is..


compose message
to:+65******
im sorry who is this?

i waited for a reply but i didnt get one in 3 mins so i decided to go change. il left my phone on the charger and got dressed i wore my olive colored gap high waist roll-up shorts with a white shirt tucked in along with my white flats. i tied my hair into a high pony tail.

razzan wore her white dress with gold sandals, and a white hair band

jazzi wore her maroon hollister training pants with a black shirt and black flats.

reem wore her orange shorts with a white t-shirt that says in orange Miss. Glamorous along with her black havianas, and she left her wavy hair down.

fajour wore her blue jeans with a pink shirt and white flip flops..

we all went downstairs and started chatting while waiting for marzoug and his friends to come..

razzan: mno iyee weyay 3ashan a6ali3 il 3a9eerat mn il thalaja?

reem: ana wa7da ta3bana..

dalal: haaha i'll help..

i went with razzan to the kitchen and we put the drinks in the tray while my mind was busy with 3laiwis actions and the mysterious person that texted me..

razzan: hellooo.. 

dalal: haa.. shfeech..

razzan: ana ily shfeeny, intay ily shfeech sar7ana mn mesa3..

dalal: maku shay..bs ta3bana.

razzan: ooh is there a someone..

dalal: haha waay razzoon shaku

*beep beep*

msg from +65******

im 3essa.. remember i gave you phone 

yesterday when you forgot it at mcdonalds.. 

and im sorry..

i whispered to myself confused: 3essa.. shlon??
razzan: omg 3essa mcdonalds 3essa has your number? *excited*
dalal *confused and lost in her thoughts*: huuh
she grabbed my phone from my hand so i snapped back to reality..
razzan: omg dalool what happened today?
dalal: long story agoolich ba3dain ok..
razzan: inzain how does he have your number??
dalal: madry.. i didnt give it to him.. how could he have possibly taken it?
razzan: ask him..
dalal: laa2 akhaf mn wainla il ra8am..
razzan: just ask him..
dalal: fine..

compose message
to +65******
how did you get my number?

just then the we heard a knock on the glass porch door..
razzan: we will talk about this later k. yalla imshay lets go open the door..