Dear Diary,
"i promise to be yours if you promise to be mine. i don't like waiting for things that wont stay with time".
For the next two days he visited me again, just to keep me company. All we did was watch movies or talk. During my last night, it wasn't different at all. He stayed with me till about 12am, just talking, but right before he left...
in the room
rakan: (hands me a little box)
That little box held a cute crystal crescent shaped necklace. As i looked up surprised and to thank him, he was gone. i wanted to call but soon remembered that his phone had been drained. Suddenly i felt scared without him. i felt lost without him. He didnt even say goodbye and i dont know when, or if we're even gonna see each other again soon.
i took the necklace out of the box, and as i took it out, a little piece of paper fell from the box.
"I'll miss you"
the thought of losing him killed me.
tears trickled down my face.
my heart half broken, half at peace. How could i ever put it in words? would i say i felt bitter sweet?
And at that thought i fell asleep...
The next morning i went home.
the first thing i did was go to my room and lay on my bed, which seemed quite huge and empty. His scent didnt linger here. I couldnt imagine him walking through my doors or sitting next to my bed.
i was surprised of myself. how could i miss someone so fast?
BBM
me: morning x
in the room
i waited for 5 minutes in hope that he was up and would reply, but to my luck, nothing.
At that i threw my phone to my side and got up to take a bubble bath.
maybe the warm water will wash away my sudden need for Rakan.
maybe the warm water will wash away my paranoia.
maybe the warm water will take my mind off of him for a while.
but the warm water will take his scent, his touch that i already longed for.
And all i could recall to keep myself calm was "we were always close, never apart, only in distance but never at heart"
you may wonder how i fell so hard for him diary, he was different. somehow he managed to break my walls down. he let me let him in. why him? why was it him out of everyone? i dont know, but im glad it was him who captivated my heart. However, the feeling of self doubt and guilt never left my side. was it paranoia? Or was it a gut feeling that something was coming my way?
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Thursday, 24 October 2013
....
Dear readers,
i'm sorry i haven't been posting. For now i'm gonna keep the story on hold but i promise i'll try to post another chapter soon. i want to make this a long story that has a meaningful ending and so i need time. Thank you for being patient.
yours truly,
halla x.
i'm sorry i haven't been posting. For now i'm gonna keep the story on hold but i promise i'll try to post another chapter soon. i want to make this a long story that has a meaningful ending and so i need time. Thank you for being patient.
yours truly,
halla x.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
chapter 10
Dear Diary,
................ is all i can comprehend right now. Tongue tied. lost. speechless. My brain has decided to desert me. Once again diary, i just froze and gawked at this boy.
in the room
just as his lips parted to say something my door opened and he scurried his chair all the way to the wall, as far away from me as possible.
me : Thank god it was just the nurse. i swear i think i had a mini heart attack!
rakan: hahahahaha you should have seen the look on your face!
me : heyy not funny -.-
and like that diary, the next hour consisted of us making fun of each other and just catching up...
i didnt forget myself though. I'll regret this later but i need to tell him to go. It's getting too late.
me: umm rakan. umm what time is it?
rakan: like 11pm. why?
me: u-umm rakan, it's getting late....
rakan: hahaha okay okay, im going. but keep your phone with you.
i'll BBM you till you fall asleep.
he came closer to me just so we can say goodbye.
dont get the wrong picture diary! he was standing up, so he was so tall compared to me.
he bent down and gave me a hug, and after that all i could see was the mere shadow of his figure disappear beyond my hospital door as i fell asleep...
it was like his scent drugged me.
how close he was to me, well just made me unconscious i guess.
He wore my favorite perfume for men.
i guess now i would say i overdosed on the scent and it put me in the happiest place ever.
The entire world crashed around me and all i could do was cherish that moment for a while longer...
................ is all i can comprehend right now. Tongue tied. lost. speechless. My brain has decided to desert me. Once again diary, i just froze and gawked at this boy.
in the room
just as his lips parted to say something my door opened and he scurried his chair all the way to the wall, as far away from me as possible.
me : Thank god it was just the nurse. i swear i think i had a mini heart attack!
rakan: hahahahaha you should have seen the look on your face!
me : heyy not funny -.-
and like that diary, the next hour consisted of us making fun of each other and just catching up...
i didnt forget myself though. I'll regret this later but i need to tell him to go. It's getting too late.
me: umm rakan. umm what time is it?
rakan: like 11pm. why?
me: u-umm rakan, it's getting late....
rakan: hahaha okay okay, im going. but keep your phone with you.
i'll BBM you till you fall asleep.
he came closer to me just so we can say goodbye.
dont get the wrong picture diary! he was standing up, so he was so tall compared to me.
he bent down and gave me a hug, and after that all i could see was the mere shadow of his figure disappear beyond my hospital door as i fell asleep...
it was like his scent drugged me.
how close he was to me, well just made me unconscious i guess.
He wore my favorite perfume for men.
i guess now i would say i overdosed on the scent and it put me in the happiest place ever.
The entire world crashed around me and all i could do was cherish that moment for a while longer...
Saturday, 14 September 2013
chapter 9
Dear Diary,
i may be tied up in this hell hole, but i'm happy here. I don't have to worry about Bebe. I feel at peace...
on the phone to rakan
me: alo?
rakan: meera where have you disappeared to?
me: u-umm i- um
rakan: meera whats that beeping sound?
me: uummm. rakan i-uum, im at the hospital, but im better now so dont worry
rakan: which hospital?
me: why?
rakan: meera which hospital? (i could hear the anger rising within him)
me: rakan why?
rakan: meera. which hospital?! (at this point he screamed at me and i jumped from his reaction)
me: ****** hospital
rakan: give me 15 minutes.
me: rakan no
all i could hear was the sound the beeping sound indicating the phone call ended.
back in the room...
suddenly i heard a really fast bleeping sound and i didn't know where it was coming from. i looked to my left and saw the heart monitor beating rapidly. At that moment i put my hand to my heart, it felt like it was about to escape.
Diary, its gonna be the first time i actually see rakan, like actually sit together, and and and well say something other than "hey, nice meeting you". The fact that he just screamed at me doesn't make it any better. saying i'm terrified and nervous would be an understatement.
I tried getting my mind off of it but there was no use, just as i was about to turn on the tv, my door opened and rakan scurried in.
rakan: meera... (i could see worry swimming in his beautiful brown eyes)
i guess he saw my soul flutter at the sight of him, because a cheeky grin got plastered on his face as he made his way to my side.
meera: u-um i-um wh-what are you doing here? (yup i got tongue tied)
this boy could literally take my breath away.
I love the way he gets wrinkles in the corner of his eyes every time he smiles.
i love the way his laugh automatically makes my heart pounce.
i love that scruffy look he has.
i love his defined jaw line.
i love his husky voice and how every time i hear it, i get lost in my own little world.
i love how he says my name, and how he cares.
i even love his traditional khaleeji nose.
Most of all i love his soul and how he was so different, how he could captivate reality and how optimistic he was, how he always saw the good in people and turned their problems into his.
To me this boy meant perfection, and he was all i wanted. He was the only person my heart let in and i didnt even know why.
could it be? could i really be falling for him this easily? isnt it too soon? do i even believe in love at first sight?
rakan's mere chuckles dragged me out of my thoughts.
He grabbed the chair next to my bed and moved it closer to me and sat down.
we just gazed at each other, dumbfounded.
He had beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in. The kind that would escape pictures. The kind that could absorb your soul and i guess they took me away.
i quickly got back to reality and remembered that i was mad at him for
1) screaming at me
2)coming to the hospital without asking (i mean what if my mum was here?)
3)for ignoring my question
me: ra-rakan. how did they let you in?
rakan: i told them i was your brother.
meera? are you upset? (i guess he sensed my irritation)
after he said that, he inched his hand next to mine, and just as his hand touched mine for the first time, i froze and my face turned into all the different shades of pink and red that you could imagine. My insides fluttered, and once again, this boy made butterflies take over as he took my breath away for the second time in less than 30 minutes.
Diary, i guess i really am falling for him....
"i don't know how to answer. i know what i think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. they are distorted."
i may be tied up in this hell hole, but i'm happy here. I don't have to worry about Bebe. I feel at peace...
on the phone to rakan
me: alo?
rakan: meera where have you disappeared to?
me: u-umm i- um
rakan: meera whats that beeping sound?
me: uummm. rakan i-uum, im at the hospital, but im better now so dont worry
rakan: which hospital?
me: why?
rakan: meera which hospital? (i could hear the anger rising within him)
me: rakan why?
rakan: meera. which hospital?! (at this point he screamed at me and i jumped from his reaction)
me: ****** hospital
rakan: give me 15 minutes.
me: rakan no
all i could hear was the sound the beeping sound indicating the phone call ended.
back in the room...
suddenly i heard a really fast bleeping sound and i didn't know where it was coming from. i looked to my left and saw the heart monitor beating rapidly. At that moment i put my hand to my heart, it felt like it was about to escape.
Diary, its gonna be the first time i actually see rakan, like actually sit together, and and and well say something other than "hey, nice meeting you". The fact that he just screamed at me doesn't make it any better. saying i'm terrified and nervous would be an understatement.
I tried getting my mind off of it but there was no use, just as i was about to turn on the tv, my door opened and rakan scurried in.
rakan: meera... (i could see worry swimming in his beautiful brown eyes)
i guess he saw my soul flutter at the sight of him, because a cheeky grin got plastered on his face as he made his way to my side.
meera: u-um i-um wh-what are you doing here? (yup i got tongue tied)
this boy could literally take my breath away.
I love the way he gets wrinkles in the corner of his eyes every time he smiles.
i love the way his laugh automatically makes my heart pounce.
i love that scruffy look he has.
i love his defined jaw line.
i love his husky voice and how every time i hear it, i get lost in my own little world.
i love how he says my name, and how he cares.
i even love his traditional khaleeji nose.
Most of all i love his soul and how he was so different, how he could captivate reality and how optimistic he was, how he always saw the good in people and turned their problems into his.
To me this boy meant perfection, and he was all i wanted. He was the only person my heart let in and i didnt even know why.
could it be? could i really be falling for him this easily? isnt it too soon? do i even believe in love at first sight?
rakan's mere chuckles dragged me out of my thoughts.
He grabbed the chair next to my bed and moved it closer to me and sat down.
we just gazed at each other, dumbfounded.
He had beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in. The kind that would escape pictures. The kind that could absorb your soul and i guess they took me away.
i quickly got back to reality and remembered that i was mad at him for
1) screaming at me
2)coming to the hospital without asking (i mean what if my mum was here?)
3)for ignoring my question
me: ra-rakan. how did they let you in?
rakan: i told them i was your brother.
meera? are you upset? (i guess he sensed my irritation)
after he said that, he inched his hand next to mine, and just as his hand touched mine for the first time, i froze and my face turned into all the different shades of pink and red that you could imagine. My insides fluttered, and once again, this boy made butterflies take over as he took my breath away for the second time in less than 30 minutes.
Diary, i guess i really am falling for him....
"i don't know how to answer. i know what i think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. they are distorted."
Monday, 9 September 2013
chapter 8
Dear diary,
where am i? i cant seem to open my eyes. i feel like the weight of the world has literally been placed on top of my entire body, as i also cant seem to lift a finger. All i could hear was a faint beeping sound in the mere distance. All i could smell was the strong scent of detol and medicine.
All that went through my head was what the hell is going on?
i tried taking in a deep breathe as i felt suffocated. i heard a very familiar voice. My mother. i finally got the energy to open my eyes, and right before i did all the events of last night played in my head. i tried getting up but squirmed from the pain. I opened my eye lids and saw these 4 plain walls surrounding me. yup you got it right diary, im still in the hospital.
in the room...
mama: meera! finally you woke up!
stop trying to move. i'll call the doctor.
the doctor came in and started telling me all the events of the following night. Apparently i had surgery. why? apparently i had kidney failure and the reason i threw up was because i got food poisoning oh and one more thing...
doctor: meera, you seem to have gone above natural stress levels and that wasn't helping your situation at all. All it did was add pressure to your kidney and make you weaker.
The doctor said that and dissapered. My mother approached me in a manner that made every hair on my body and head stand right up. She looked at me very sternly, and i knew what was coming next.
mama: meera would you like to tell me whats going on? (you guessed right diary. now shes gonna keep asking till i say something)
me: oh nothing, just my end of year exams have been on my mind lately.
After that she looked at me, she walked out, leaving me and my father behind.
baba: meera dont mind your mother, just get some rest. we'll go home and come back at 6. (it was 11am)
he kissed my forehead and walked out.
what was that all about?
how long do i have to stay here?
how long was i asleep for?
what am i supposed to do?
2 hours passed with me just staring at the dull muted tv, with not a thing to entertain me. i tried sighting my phone...
i turned my phone on, and as soon as that happened, i found literally 30 missed calls.
Arwa tried calling around 15 times
Anoud tried calling 10 times
Rakan tried calling 5 times
the date on my phone was set 2 days after the day i arrived to kuwait. That was weird. I'ts impossible that i slept through an entire day. knowing myself id probably wake up like 600 times.
my phone froze. perfect.
i restarted it and just as it opened, it wouldnt stop vibrating...
incoming call rakan
my heart fell to the pit of my stomach when i read that and i could literally feel my heart beats accelerate in my ear. a smile spread itself across my face, and as soon as i realised i counted to 5 and picked up..
me: a- alo
rakan: .....
me: aloo, rakan?
rakan: ......
im so sorry for the delay. please forgive me. school started and i got caught up. i'll try posting again real soon. Tell me what you think x
"when my absence doesn't alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it"
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
chapter 7
Dear Diary,
well, we just touched down in kuwait and i can feel the butterflies taking over.... in a bad way. My mother hasn't said anything yet but she keeps giving me these looks, i can see pain roaming in her eyes. My dad would look my way and give me slight hints of a smile, but never a real proper one. That tore my heart apart. i really wanted to know what was going on.
in the car...
me: mama. whats wrong?
mama: oh there isnt anything dont worry (gives a fake smile)
me: but mama, we're not on the way home. where on earth are we going? its like 3am!
mama: meera,(sighs) we need to take you to the hospital.
me: WHAT?! what for?! whats wrong with me?!
mama: (sighs) the doctor at the hotel said when we get back home, we need to take you to the hospital for an immediate check up and me and your father decided not to wait.
me: mama there isnt anything wrong with me! take me home!
baba: meera! listen to your mother and stop whining. we're going to the hospital right now and thats final!
The rest of the car ride was quiet and awkward. i'm guessing no one from the family knew we were back since my parents phones were not bombarded with calls and texts. i decided to turn my phone on so i could listen to some music, as i turned it on i found multiple bbm's from different people. i just skipped them all except for 2 that caught my attention. Rakan's and Bebe's.
On BBM...
Rakan: hey
how are you feeling today?
meera?
you there?
tell me when you see this
meera did something happen to you?!
meera answer me
(as i read what rakan wrote, i felt my heart cringe and twist from it. how can something so wrong feel so right?)
me: hey rakan im sorry. i wasnt feeling very well but dont worry, im fine now
(i didnt want to tell him the truth. what was i supposed to say? oh hi rakan im back home and currently on the way to the hospital because apparently something is wrong with me? how would he even react to that? would he even care?)
rakan: meera finally you answered! you got me so worried. what happened? i hope you get better soon
me: why are you up? its like 3:30am
rakan: i couldnt sleep, plus you got me worried, i was gonna call but was scared your mum would answer
(as he said that, once again the butterflies made their way to my stomach, and this time it was for a good cause. it made me fall for him that tiny bit more knowing that he cared about me. knowing that there was someone out there other than my parents who actually cared. even if it was tiny, it meant the world to me.)
me: dont worry rakan. really, i'm better. please get some sleep. i feel a little guilty knowing i might be the reason that you're still up.
rakan: okay. good night meero. call me if you need anything x
me: rakan wait
one more thing
rakan: whats up?
me: i just wanted to let you know that i just got to kuwait. im sorry i didnt say anything before it was all so sudden
(i know what youre thinking diary, "how stupid of you meera. now he'll ask questions" i felt bad lying to him, i dont know but it felt so wrong, like to him of all people. i know i wasnt telling him the entire truth but a little is better than nothing at all right?)
rakan: meera are you sure youre okay? if youre at home can i call you?
(shit shit shit is all that went through my head)
me: no no! rakan dont call please.
rakan: meera where are you and what are you keeping from me?
me: i promise you im in kuwait but im with my parents so i cant talk
rakan: okay then, so when you get home ping me and i'll call you
me: rakan no.
i cant.
rakan: no excuses. im waiting for that ping.
till then :)
me: rakan no
rakan please
rakan!!
no answer. he kept ignoring me so i gave up trying and remembered that bebe sent me something.
bebe: hey meera!
you cant keep avoiding me dear :*
dont forget that you'll be home soon
have fun till then gorgeous xx
back in the car...
what the hell?! what else did she want from me? why me? what have i ever done to her?
i need to do something about this. i dont want her to know that im here. i dont want anyone to know that im back.
me: umm mum, is it okay if no one from the family knows im back?
mama: and why is that?
me: uhh-ummm i just dont want them to get worried thats all :) can you please just tell them im staying in switzerland for another week going to camp or something?
mama: we'll see. get down now, its time for your check up.
in the hospital...
i did all the necessary blood tests and everything that stupid doctor wanted. i started feeling sick and like i want to throw up. I always get nauseated but not to this extent. we waited for an hour till my results came out.
just as the doctor was coming out to tell us the results. thats when it hit me.
i felt a surge of pain rising within the pit of my stomach and at that i fell to the floor screaming, looked to my right and right then and there it came out. i threw up.
After that everything went black, the last thing i remember was the faint voice of my mother screaming my name as she tugged on my arm.
well, we just touched down in kuwait and i can feel the butterflies taking over.... in a bad way. My mother hasn't said anything yet but she keeps giving me these looks, i can see pain roaming in her eyes. My dad would look my way and give me slight hints of a smile, but never a real proper one. That tore my heart apart. i really wanted to know what was going on.
in the car...
me: mama. whats wrong?
mama: oh there isnt anything dont worry (gives a fake smile)
me: but mama, we're not on the way home. where on earth are we going? its like 3am!
mama: meera,(sighs) we need to take you to the hospital.
me: WHAT?! what for?! whats wrong with me?!
mama: (sighs) the doctor at the hotel said when we get back home, we need to take you to the hospital for an immediate check up and me and your father decided not to wait.
me: mama there isnt anything wrong with me! take me home!
baba: meera! listen to your mother and stop whining. we're going to the hospital right now and thats final!
The rest of the car ride was quiet and awkward. i'm guessing no one from the family knew we were back since my parents phones were not bombarded with calls and texts. i decided to turn my phone on so i could listen to some music, as i turned it on i found multiple bbm's from different people. i just skipped them all except for 2 that caught my attention. Rakan's and Bebe's.
On BBM...
Rakan: hey
how are you feeling today?
meera?
you there?
tell me when you see this
meera did something happen to you?!
meera answer me
(as i read what rakan wrote, i felt my heart cringe and twist from it. how can something so wrong feel so right?)
me: hey rakan im sorry. i wasnt feeling very well but dont worry, im fine now
(i didnt want to tell him the truth. what was i supposed to say? oh hi rakan im back home and currently on the way to the hospital because apparently something is wrong with me? how would he even react to that? would he even care?)
rakan: meera finally you answered! you got me so worried. what happened? i hope you get better soon
me: why are you up? its like 3:30am
rakan: i couldnt sleep, plus you got me worried, i was gonna call but was scared your mum would answer
(as he said that, once again the butterflies made their way to my stomach, and this time it was for a good cause. it made me fall for him that tiny bit more knowing that he cared about me. knowing that there was someone out there other than my parents who actually cared. even if it was tiny, it meant the world to me.)
me: dont worry rakan. really, i'm better. please get some sleep. i feel a little guilty knowing i might be the reason that you're still up.
rakan: okay. good night meero. call me if you need anything x
me: rakan wait
one more thing
rakan: whats up?
me: i just wanted to let you know that i just got to kuwait. im sorry i didnt say anything before it was all so sudden
(i know what youre thinking diary, "how stupid of you meera. now he'll ask questions" i felt bad lying to him, i dont know but it felt so wrong, like to him of all people. i know i wasnt telling him the entire truth but a little is better than nothing at all right?)
rakan: meera are you sure youre okay? if youre at home can i call you?
(shit shit shit is all that went through my head)
me: no no! rakan dont call please.
rakan: meera where are you and what are you keeping from me?
me: i promise you im in kuwait but im with my parents so i cant talk
rakan: okay then, so when you get home ping me and i'll call you
me: rakan no.
i cant.
rakan: no excuses. im waiting for that ping.
till then :)
me: rakan no
rakan please
rakan!!
no answer. he kept ignoring me so i gave up trying and remembered that bebe sent me something.
bebe: hey meera!
you cant keep avoiding me dear :*
dont forget that you'll be home soon
have fun till then gorgeous xx
back in the car...
what the hell?! what else did she want from me? why me? what have i ever done to her?
i need to do something about this. i dont want her to know that im here. i dont want anyone to know that im back.
me: umm mum, is it okay if no one from the family knows im back?
mama: and why is that?
me: uhh-ummm i just dont want them to get worried thats all :) can you please just tell them im staying in switzerland for another week going to camp or something?
mama: we'll see. get down now, its time for your check up.
in the hospital...
i did all the necessary blood tests and everything that stupid doctor wanted. i started feeling sick and like i want to throw up. I always get nauseated but not to this extent. we waited for an hour till my results came out.
just as the doctor was coming out to tell us the results. thats when it hit me.
i felt a surge of pain rising within the pit of my stomach and at that i fell to the floor screaming, looked to my right and right then and there it came out. i threw up.
After that everything went black, the last thing i remember was the faint voice of my mother screaming my name as she tugged on my arm.
Thursday, 15 August 2013
chapter 6
Dear Diary,
where should i start today? well my depression is developing, especially after istatha bebe threatened me. Right now i hate her! i love her for looking out for me but i hate how she's doing it. She can literally ruin me. My mother started realizing too, it wasnt just rakan, they started realising something was bothering me. You see diary, you know im a food lover and i love both sweet and salty things yet i stopped eating.
It's been a week in switzerland (sorry i dont remember which country i chose before :p) and well my health isnt at its best right now. Everyday rakan would ask me what was wrong and all i would say was "nothing" , "dont worry i'm fine"....
I turned pale. Got hay fever and now i was really stuck in bed with nothing but my laptop, and i was forced to eat food because well apparently im on the verge of becoming anemic. The hotel doctor dropped by yesterday and gave me like 6 different packets of medicine.
My routine turned to wake up, food, medicine, laptop, food, medicine then sleep. Fun right?!
Everyday rakan tried getting it out of me and the entire time i never spoke to bebe. Until one day...
On BBM...
arwa: meera i need to talk to you about something
me: whats wrong? what happened now?
arwa: meera its your cousin
me: what happened?
arwa: she asked me about rakan...
and she said "make sure meera and rakan arent together and if they are you better tell me or else"
back to reality...
Diary, what should i do with myself?! what the hell, now they threaten my bestfriend!
my own cousins! wow what a family i have. they didnt even have the decency to come and ask me. they just made their own assumptions. nice, okay bebe, its on.
On BBM...
me: thank you bebe! you made my own cousins make assumptions about me and judge me. i didnt think you were that type of person
bebe: no problemo cutie. you'll see more when you're back :*
back to reality..
i cant even move from this bed, so i have no clue how to deal with this bitch.
mama: meera get up and pack your bags please. we're going back to kuwait.
me: why so early?
mama: because it seems like Switzerland's weather isnt doing you any good.
i didnt talk to rakan for the rest of the day, or to anyone. i didnt want to go back. i was so scared and nervous because of bebe and my mother sounded so fishy. could bebe have told her?! no no she wouldnt, would she?
where should i start today? well my depression is developing, especially after istatha bebe threatened me. Right now i hate her! i love her for looking out for me but i hate how she's doing it. She can literally ruin me. My mother started realizing too, it wasnt just rakan, they started realising something was bothering me. You see diary, you know im a food lover and i love both sweet and salty things yet i stopped eating.
It's been a week in switzerland (sorry i dont remember which country i chose before :p) and well my health isnt at its best right now. Everyday rakan would ask me what was wrong and all i would say was "nothing" , "dont worry i'm fine"....
I turned pale. Got hay fever and now i was really stuck in bed with nothing but my laptop, and i was forced to eat food because well apparently im on the verge of becoming anemic. The hotel doctor dropped by yesterday and gave me like 6 different packets of medicine.
My routine turned to wake up, food, medicine, laptop, food, medicine then sleep. Fun right?!
Everyday rakan tried getting it out of me and the entire time i never spoke to bebe. Until one day...
On BBM...
arwa: meera i need to talk to you about something
me: whats wrong? what happened now?
arwa: meera its your cousin
me: what happened?
arwa: she asked me about rakan...
and she said "make sure meera and rakan arent together and if they are you better tell me or else"
back to reality...
Diary, what should i do with myself?! what the hell, now they threaten my bestfriend!
my own cousins! wow what a family i have. they didnt even have the decency to come and ask me. they just made their own assumptions. nice, okay bebe, its on.
On BBM...
me: thank you bebe! you made my own cousins make assumptions about me and judge me. i didnt think you were that type of person
bebe: no problemo cutie. you'll see more when you're back :*
back to reality..
i cant even move from this bed, so i have no clue how to deal with this bitch.
mama: meera get up and pack your bags please. we're going back to kuwait.
me: why so early?
mama: because it seems like Switzerland's weather isnt doing you any good.
i didnt talk to rakan for the rest of the day, or to anyone. i didnt want to go back. i was so scared and nervous because of bebe and my mother sounded so fishy. could bebe have told her?! no no she wouldnt, would she?
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