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Enjoy x
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Sara's P.O.V:
I was watching Friends for the third time. It's the only TV Series I like since all the other dvd's were Fahad's and they're all pretty lame.
The only place in this house that has a receiver with channels on it is in Fahad's room and he warned me not to ever touch it.
I've been living in this house for a year now. I cant get out of it. There is no way out. All the windows are locked and Fahad makes sure that when he leaves and enters the house, all the doors are locked and the keys are always with him.
I got bored and started to clean the house. There were no maids so I had to do all the cleaning and cooking. I had to do every thing in my house. Well it kinda is my house not ours since it was my parents house.
We were living in an apartment when we first got married. After I got pregnant, we decided to look for a house to live in, but after the miscarriage Fahad didn't want house.
Since Fahad didn't want to "pay" for a new house, I kind of deserve to live in a decent place so I offered that we could live in my house if he wanted and he was cool with that.
I never really knew what I did to make him hate me so much. Both of us were forced to marry each other since my parents were deceased and his father, my uncle, didn't want me to marry any other man except for his son. He didn't want all the money I got from my parents to go to some other guy. Sometimes all I think is that to them, money is more important than me.
It takes me more that five hours to clean the house. It has 5 bathrooms, 5 rooms and a master bedroom with a bathroom in it, 3 kitchens, 2 guest rooms, 1 big living room, 1 indoor swimming pool and a '3urfa 3arabiya*
*('3urfa 3arabiya is the place where guests sit when they visit you)
Since it was a Thursday, I had to clean the whole house. Thursdays are always the days that I clean the whole house. I put my earphones on and started cleaning the house.
Fahad's P.O.V:
"She didn't kill her parents Fahad, hatha ily allah katba 5ala9 it wasnt her fault," Mariam said.
"Embala it is her fault. Bas 5ala9 mariam 9ekay ilmaw'6ou3"
She just looked away and sat silent the rest of the meal.
I paid the check and told Mariam that I have to go meet my client.
I walked to Starbucks and found my friend sitting next to the the table. He was one of my closest friends when we were back in high school. I can't believe it's been six years since the last time I saw him. He was a medical student in Paris. We were supposed to go to the same medical school in England but he said that he had to go to Paris and study there since his family were there.
Sara's P.O.V:
I'm still not done. I have Fahad's room left to do and I'm done.
I did his bed and vacuumed the whole room I arranged all the shirts he threw on the floor and threw the dirty ones in the laundry basket. I put his shoes back into their places and hanged the Dishdashas I recently ironed in his closet.
I got into his bathroom and cleaned it all up. I accidentally slipped while I was cleaning the shower and I cut myself. I had a deep wound a little bit above my right brow.
I hurried back to my bathroom and got out a cotton ball and poured some rubbing alcohol on it.
I patted it gently on my wound. It hurt so bad I started to tear. Blood was drizzling down my cheek and I couldn't stop it.
Fahad came into my bathroom.
"Why is there blood in my-" he said. I turned to the right and found him with his mouth open and a disappointed look.
He turned around and disappeared.
I turned back to the mirror and started to pat it again. Blood was still visible and it was making its way around my eye and down my cheek.
Two minutes later Fahad came back in with a needle and thread in his hands. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and he sat on his knees. He was quite tall so it wasn't a problem for him.
He took the cotton ball from my hand and threw it away. He took a new one and gently placed it on the wound.
"Hold this in place ou lat7arkeen eedich," he said.
He then took a piece of tissue and wiped the blood that was trickling down.
"Damich wayed fate7," he said. "Laish mu ga3da takleen 3adel?"
"M-madre, m-m-mu mishtahya akel," I stuttered.
"Hmm" was all he said.
He sterilised the needle and started stitching the wound. He didnt give me an anaesthetic so it hurt a lot.
I kept squeezing the ends of my hoodie pretty hard. Three minutes later, he was finally done and I was good to go.
"Come to me after two days so I can take out the stitches, and try to not put a lot of makeup on it" he said.
"I never wear makeup so that's not a problem." I said and walked away. Why would I put makeup if I'm going to be at home the whole day? I think I got rid of half of them because they were old.
I went back into his bathroom to wipe up the blood that was in the shower. I felt a bit dizzy so I sat down for a minute.
"Are you ok?" he asked, peeking from the outside.
"I'm perfectly fine," gathering all of my stuff and rushing out of the bathroom.
I'm finally done with all of the chores and now I can finally go and take a dip in the pool.
I first took out my injection because I didn't want to bother Fahad at night. I found him in the living room watching one of his shows and eating some chocolate.
"Can you please inject the insulin?" I asked.
He patted on the couch next to him and told me to lay down flat on my stomach.
He lifted my shirt up a tiny bit and started to inject it in the lower part of my back.
"Thanks" I said, getting up and taking the needle from his hand and when I was about to go up the stairs, he decided to start a conversation. He never does that.
"Are you going to swim?" he asked.
"ee al7een ray7a" I said.
"You shouldn't swim when you just got the shot. Wait at least an hour or two and then go," he said and turned around to continue watching his show.
It was already 9:30pm so I'd have to wait until 11pm so I can finally go and take a swim.
I decided to download a couple of new songs from my laptop so I can sync them on to my iPod.
Oh, I forgot to mention that all of the websites on the internet are blocked and the only thing I can do is open up iTunes and download songs and TV shows from there.
I dont really like using my laptop all the time to watch shows because my eyes are sensitive and I really don't want to wear glasses.
I laid down on my bed with a magazine in my hand. It was a really old magazine and I know approximately everything in it. I started to look at the celebrities with different kinds of makeup and different hair styles.
I found my magazine I bought a year ago, the one with all the wedding-related stuff. I looked through the pages and saw all the different kinds of dresses with different kinds of materials. Some were lace and some were silk. You can even go and design your own dresses and they'd make it for you!
All I got for my wedding was a plain old white dress with ruffles in the bottom. It wasn't the dress I wanted; not even close.
I took a small nap while I read the magazine. I got up and then looked at the time. It was 1am. I quickly got up and got into my bikini and wore my dress right on top of it. I took my iPod and speakers and headed down to the basement with my towel in the other hand.
On my way down, I saw Fahad sitting in the kitchen counter eating a burger he probably ordered.
"I'm gonna go take a swim," I said while he sipped on his coke and nodded at the same time.
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No cliff hangers this time!
Lots of love,
Reveur xxo
I'll post chapter 4 when I get enough feedback from you guys. I don't think a lot of people are reading my new story so if nobody's reading it, I wouldn't spend the whole day writing it!
Enjoy x
...
Sara's P.O.V:
I was watching Friends for the third time. It's the only TV Series I like since all the other dvd's were Fahad's and they're all pretty lame.
The only place in this house that has a receiver with channels on it is in Fahad's room and he warned me not to ever touch it.
I've been living in this house for a year now. I cant get out of it. There is no way out. All the windows are locked and Fahad makes sure that when he leaves and enters the house, all the doors are locked and the keys are always with him.
I got bored and started to clean the house. There were no maids so I had to do all the cleaning and cooking. I had to do every thing in my house. Well it kinda is my house not ours since it was my parents house.
We were living in an apartment when we first got married. After I got pregnant, we decided to look for a house to live in, but after the miscarriage Fahad didn't want house.
Since Fahad didn't want to "pay" for a new house, I kind of deserve to live in a decent place so I offered that we could live in my house if he wanted and he was cool with that.
I never really knew what I did to make him hate me so much. Both of us were forced to marry each other since my parents were deceased and his father, my uncle, didn't want me to marry any other man except for his son. He didn't want all the money I got from my parents to go to some other guy. Sometimes all I think is that to them, money is more important than me.
It takes me more that five hours to clean the house. It has 5 bathrooms, 5 rooms and a master bedroom with a bathroom in it, 3 kitchens, 2 guest rooms, 1 big living room, 1 indoor swimming pool and a '3urfa 3arabiya*
*('3urfa 3arabiya is the place where guests sit when they visit you)
Since it was a Thursday, I had to clean the whole house. Thursdays are always the days that I clean the whole house. I put my earphones on and started cleaning the house.
Fahad's P.O.V:
"She didn't kill her parents Fahad, hatha ily allah katba 5ala9 it wasnt her fault," Mariam said.
"Embala it is her fault. Bas 5ala9 mariam 9ekay ilmaw'6ou3"
She just looked away and sat silent the rest of the meal.
I paid the check and told Mariam that I have to go meet my client.
I walked to Starbucks and found my friend sitting next to the the table. He was one of my closest friends when we were back in high school. I can't believe it's been six years since the last time I saw him. He was a medical student in Paris. We were supposed to go to the same medical school in England but he said that he had to go to Paris and study there since his family were there.
Sara's P.O.V:
I'm still not done. I have Fahad's room left to do and I'm done.
I did his bed and vacuumed the whole room I arranged all the shirts he threw on the floor and threw the dirty ones in the laundry basket. I put his shoes back into their places and hanged the Dishdashas I recently ironed in his closet.
I got into his bathroom and cleaned it all up. I accidentally slipped while I was cleaning the shower and I cut myself. I had a deep wound a little bit above my right brow.
I hurried back to my bathroom and got out a cotton ball and poured some rubbing alcohol on it.
I patted it gently on my wound. It hurt so bad I started to tear. Blood was drizzling down my cheek and I couldn't stop it.
Fahad came into my bathroom.
"Why is there blood in my-" he said. I turned to the right and found him with his mouth open and a disappointed look.
He turned around and disappeared.
I turned back to the mirror and started to pat it again. Blood was still visible and it was making its way around my eye and down my cheek.
Two minutes later Fahad came back in with a needle and thread in his hands. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and he sat on his knees. He was quite tall so it wasn't a problem for him.
He took the cotton ball from my hand and threw it away. He took a new one and gently placed it on the wound.
"Hold this in place ou lat7arkeen eedich," he said.
He then took a piece of tissue and wiped the blood that was trickling down.
"Damich wayed fate7," he said. "Laish mu ga3da takleen 3adel?"
"M-madre, m-m-mu mishtahya akel," I stuttered.
"Hmm" was all he said.
He sterilised the needle and started stitching the wound. He didnt give me an anaesthetic so it hurt a lot.
I kept squeezing the ends of my hoodie pretty hard. Three minutes later, he was finally done and I was good to go.
"Come to me after two days so I can take out the stitches, and try to not put a lot of makeup on it" he said.
"I never wear makeup so that's not a problem." I said and walked away. Why would I put makeup if I'm going to be at home the whole day? I think I got rid of half of them because they were old.
I went back into his bathroom to wipe up the blood that was in the shower. I felt a bit dizzy so I sat down for a minute.
"Are you ok?" he asked, peeking from the outside.
"I'm perfectly fine," gathering all of my stuff and rushing out of the bathroom.
I'm finally done with all of the chores and now I can finally go and take a dip in the pool.
I first took out my injection because I didn't want to bother Fahad at night. I found him in the living room watching one of his shows and eating some chocolate.
"Can you please inject the insulin?" I asked.
He patted on the couch next to him and told me to lay down flat on my stomach.
He lifted my shirt up a tiny bit and started to inject it in the lower part of my back.
"Thanks" I said, getting up and taking the needle from his hand and when I was about to go up the stairs, he decided to start a conversation. He never does that.
"Are you going to swim?" he asked.
"ee al7een ray7a" I said.
"You shouldn't swim when you just got the shot. Wait at least an hour or two and then go," he said and turned around to continue watching his show.
It was already 9:30pm so I'd have to wait until 11pm so I can finally go and take a swim.
I decided to download a couple of new songs from my laptop so I can sync them on to my iPod.
Oh, I forgot to mention that all of the websites on the internet are blocked and the only thing I can do is open up iTunes and download songs and TV shows from there.
I dont really like using my laptop all the time to watch shows because my eyes are sensitive and I really don't want to wear glasses.
I laid down on my bed with a magazine in my hand. It was a really old magazine and I know approximately everything in it. I started to look at the celebrities with different kinds of makeup and different hair styles.
I found my magazine I bought a year ago, the one with all the wedding-related stuff. I looked through the pages and saw all the different kinds of dresses with different kinds of materials. Some were lace and some were silk. You can even go and design your own dresses and they'd make it for you!
All I got for my wedding was a plain old white dress with ruffles in the bottom. It wasn't the dress I wanted; not even close.
I took a small nap while I read the magazine. I got up and then looked at the time. It was 1am. I quickly got up and got into my bikini and wore my dress right on top of it. I took my iPod and speakers and headed down to the basement with my towel in the other hand.
On my way down, I saw Fahad sitting in the kitchen counter eating a burger he probably ordered.
"I'm gonna go take a swim," I said while he sipped on his coke and nodded at the same time.
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No cliff hangers this time!
Lots of love,
Reveur xxo
Amaazing post pleasseeee
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