Rebound Chapter 50: Pre Finale: Alexander McQueen

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Previously:

She put her hands over her mouth forcing it shut and preventing any type of sound to be transmitted through the phone. Razan froze and was scared of answering back. It seemed like 7amad didn't know it was her or he would have said something. Maybe he just didn't read the caller ID or could he have actually deleted her number? After fighting back and biting on her lip so she wouldn't say hi back, she pulled the phone away from her ear and lightly placed her thumb on the end button but just left it there.

   Razan felt her heart aching. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have called. She has made everything harder and her decisions now aren't any better than before. She was hoping 7amad would end the call and make this easier on her but he didn't...

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    Razan kept staring at the phone in her hand. She heard shuffling sounds coming from the speaker. She raised her hand and placed the phone back on her ear to listen but kept her mouth glued shut. A few seconds later of somewhat eaves dropping for nothing in particular, she heard something click then came the sound of the husky voice once again "Razan..."

   Razan didn't answer. Again, she put her hand over her mouth scared to even breath. Even though 7amad knew it was her but she still kept quiet. "....Razan, i know its you, every phone now has caller ID, i can see you number..." Ouch...Shoot... He knows it me! what do i do?? ard 3lai, wla asakra? "H..h.ii...Hii...." Maybe this was a sign. Maybe finding his kuwaiti number switched on was a sign for her that something good might be coming along.

   "Hala Razan, shfech sakta? w its late, fech shaaay??" 7amad sounded concerned. He was right, it was late and it was pretty unappropriated to call at this time. "Ummm... laaa... well.. not thing is really wrong... bs..uumm.." She had planned for this. Razan didn't think of the possibility of them having this conversation. She had no idea about what she wants to say. "Ok... mdam mafech shay serious and your fine i gotta go.... sorry bs mabe Lulu tgoom tlgany 3al telephone at this time of night. What would she think, ana mu eb Italy ana ga3d ma3aha bl q8 3la ma things pick up with the company, so please mabe mshakl..." Razan felt like she just got a hard slap across her face. The kind of slap the makes your jaw drop to the floor. "Lulu????" She said with this surprised, shocked and hurt type of tone. It was a bit too loud as well "aaa....yeaah... umm.. i guess i gotta go then..ummm.. bye 7amad."

   Razan sat up in her place and looked at her phone. She pinched herself to make sure this wasn't just a dream, unfortunately, the pinch hurt. She gently placed the phone beside her, pushed the top half of her body down and extended her legs as she placed her head on the pillow. Her eyes filled up with a pool of tears. As she pulled her knees up to her chest holding them tight, the tears began to roll down the side of her hair forming a wet spot on her pillow.

   She didn't think about what 7amad just said, her mind was blank. Razan was trying to remove one image out of her head. One image that she never ever wants to think about, 7amad living with another woman. The only way to avoid this was to stop herself from think about anything to do with 7amad. Everytime she wants to just as much as think of the sentence she chokes. She can't even say it to herself. Razan can't say that 7amad is now a married man and will never be hers...ever.

   She squeezed her eyes shut trying to force herself to sleep, which only caused the rest of the tears to come rushing down the side of her face. Razan didn't bother wiping them off, she left them to dry. Once again, all she wanted was to escape to her dream world, away from all of this, away from the truth.

   The next morning, Razan woke up with a throbbing headache and heavy eyelids. She quickly scanned through her mental diary for anything she might have to do for that day but when she realized she had nothing planned other than work, she tossed over to the other side and went back to sleep. She dreamt that night. She had numerous dreams that were all somehow connected but not connected at the same time. They all seemed related. At the time of each dream everything felt real, it was very vivid but every time she woke up or tossed over she wouldn't remember anything about it.

   Hours passed and Razan was still sleeping. Her mother and nanny both came in to wake her up for both breakfast and lunch but she had no idea of what was going on around her. For the first time in her life, Razan slept a very deep sleep. She didn't want to wake up. At around 5 pm she finally woke up with her head still pounding.  

   Slowly, Razan got out of bed avoiding any sudden or quick movements that might increases the pain. She grabbed her clean robe out of her drawer and a towel and headed to the bathroom to take a shower which might help her wake up and get rid of her headache. As the hot water hit her face she slowly began to be more alert and was able to keep her eyelids open. 5 minutes later, she proceeded with her shower as she lathered her hair with the shampoo and massaging her scalp and temples hoping it might make her feel a bit better. She scrubbed her body with her coconut milk body wash. She scrubbed as long as she can till her body was bright red.

   After putting her clothes on and tied her hair up into a wet bun, she grabbed her phone from her bed and checked if there were any calls or message. There was only one message from Aseel asking about how she is and three missed call from the office. It was too late to call back and she was not in the mood to go to work the next day.

   That day was eventless, she had no appetite and stayed at home alone in her bed watching movies and re-runs. No one was at home, they were invited to a dinner. Her mother told her to get ready and make her way to where they were but she was in no mood to socialize. At about 11 her parents came back and her mother sat by her side for an hour begging her to tell her what was bothering her but Razan kept denying everything and claimed it was probably the start of the flu.

   At 12:15 her mother decided to let her get some rest for work but just before she left she had a little surprise for her. "Eee Razan gabl ma ansa, tara ilnas byoon youm il5amees 3ogb 9lat ilma'3reb. Ana youmha ra7 akon 6al3a bs inshala awal ma y2thn ana akoon radda w mjahza 3omre.. ma awa9ech ksh5ay, yalla t9ben 3la 5air 7bebti" Her mother gave her a peck on her forehead and left the room leaving Razan with her wild thoughts.

   That night Razan stayed up convincing herself to let go of the past and fight for the future. 7amad is married now, he is never going to be hers again. She completely blew it this time. This is it, if he was able to let go then she will be able to let go as well. Razan promised herself to give this guy a proper chance, for her dad and for her. Her father was right, it was time to move on.

   Thursday was here and Razan did the usual. She chose a dress out of her large closet. This time she wanted something that brings life to her face. She hadn't put effort in the previous time but this time was different. She was actually smiling as she imagined how he might look like. Razan imagined a tall guy with dark hair and dark sparkling eyes. She imagined he would be shway asmar and maybe he might have a dark goatee. Everytime an image pops into her head she smiles.

   She wore an Alexander McQueen wool belted drape dress. She left her natural hair down as it is since it look good that day. She applied two coats of mascara and eyeliner. She put on some bronze blush to make her cheek bones pop out. She searched for that one shade of red lipstick she loves so much. Razan applied her Chanel le rouge putting on two layers of red on her full luscious lips.

    She finished early that day so she went down to the living room to wait for her mother and the visitors to come. As she was flipping through the channels she remembered that she left her phone upstairs so she went back up to her room to get it. While she was up in her room, she heard the door down stairs close and she assumed it was her mother. She skipped on the stairs making her way back down to living room "Mamaa... is that you? are you back yet?"

   There was no answer. The house was still quiet. All she could hear was the sound of her heels and the tv. "Mama..." She entered the living room to find wa7d em8atr sitting on the couch all alone giving her his back. She stood where she was and was confused. The man got out of his seat, fixed his 8etra and turned around to look at her.

   Once he turned around her and faced her, Razan's mouth fell wide open "You???"