Pearl Chapter 1: Lipstick Jungle

Heeyy!!
I know it took long enough
Sorry but I was busy ;s
Here is the first post
Madre if its short wla la2 bcz I wrote it on my phone and I can't really tell
And if there are any mistakes eb grammar or spelling 6awfaw bcz I'm tired w 3nde classes bacher w abe anam :p
I'll check it bacher and change any mistakes
One more thing,
Mako colors la2na I'm posting from my phone ;s
Bs once I get internet I'll start posting with colors
Sooo here it goooeesss
ENJOY!!! ;*



"Where is the bottle? God I should really learn how to organize things around here, its such a mess!!!" As Yousef rummaged through the things he has all over the place, in the pile of dirty clothes, in the drawers, in the fridge and in the living rooms, he realized it was about time to put this place back into order. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a blackberry message to ask for some help. He didn't get a reply and he wasn't entirely surprised but he couldn't wait, so he scrolled through the list of phone contacts until he found the name 'Blondie'. As he pressed the call button, he began to pick a few things off the floor in attempt to tidy up the place.

Just as he was about to close the phone the call got connected. "Heellooo there!" It seemed like Reem was running for the phone and was now panting. "Hey baby girl, shlonech? Shaklech you were running for the phone." Reem was the 5th born child. She was 2 years younger than Yousef and she can sometimes be so thick and so that ever since he could remember he has always called her Blondie. They were so close that as kids they were the only two that would stick together no matter what 'the kids' got themselves into. They always had each others back. "Ee knt foug w telefony ta7at, I'm good 7mdila inta shlonek?"

Yousef took a deep breath and exhaled as if to tell her that this is all I can say about how I am at the moment. "I'm a mess Reem, I can't find anything in this place, its a mess and I don't have time to clean it up, I haven't slept in 4 days and I am now the only male person that has brought his baby girl to work and changed diapers on his desk. People think I'm going crazy..."

Without another word, Reem grabbed her car keys and made her way to the front door. She kept talking to Yousef on the phone asking about how baby dana is. She hadn't seen her in a few days and she missed her little neice. She's three months now. She can't believe its been that long. About 15 minutes later she was at her brothers house. She let herself in and made her way up the stairs to the nursery.

She opened the door ever so gently just incase baby dana was sleeping. She didn't want to wake her up. As she walked to the end of the room to the crib, she looked through the rails to find big round chocolate brown eyes staring back her with sparkles in her eyes. They instantly reminded her of Dana's mother. She shook the thought away to prevent herself from crying because it always breaks her heart when she see's baby Dana.

She picked her up and craddled her in her arms. Reem placed a light kiss on dana's forehead and inhaled her fresh scent. She looked her the big clock the was hanging on the wall that read 12:45pm. Reem knew it was time for her milk bottle so she placed her back in the crib and went of to the milk station. She grabbed a milk bottle from the fridge and poured the right amount of water required. She then took out the powdered milk can and spooned out the number of spoons needed. The closed the bottle and gave it a smooth shake.

About 30 minutes later, Dana had finished her milk and was off to the dream world. Reem put her in her crib, covered her up tightly and made her way out of the room but kept the door slightly open incase the baby wakes up. She went down to the store room and grabbed everything she needed to clean this house from top to bottom. She then went to find Yousef sitting on the couch slouched over with his head in his hands. Reem stood there and looked at her brother who seemed like he has aged too much in the past few months.

She walked over to him and patted him on the back "Yalla goom, we've got a lot of cleaning to do.." Reem wanted him to go rest but she was certain he would only spend his time thinking instead of resting. They got up and spent the next 4 hours, cleaning, tidying and organizing the place. Everything was in its right place.

They both threw themselves on the couch once they were done only to hear Dana crying immediately after. Yousef was about to get up but Reem jumped up in front of him demanding he sits back down and rests "Ana aroo7 ashofha, intay ray7, in fact go to you room and sleep, ana ag3ad ihne laima blail and I'll watch her..." As much as Yousef wanted to say no he just couldn't because he really needed the rest. "Wedi agoolch la2 bs walla ta3ban w waray dwam bacher and meetings." He was feeling guilty to throw everything on his sister but he had no choice. " I'm not expecting you to say no, and that was a demand, yalla ro7 ray7 ana ma3nde shay."

Reem went up to check on baby Dana. When she went to the crib she found her laying there staring at the toys the were suspended from the side of the crib. She wasn't crying anymore so she left her. Reem stood there admiring the beauty and innocence of this little girl. She can honestly say that she thinks of her as her own daughter. She definitely is protective of her and was up all night during the first month taking care of her.

Yousef took a hot shower to ease every muscle in his body then got into his boxers and jumped into bed. He layed on his back with one hand behind his head. he staring at nothing in particular until his sight stopped at a photograph. He couldn't help but smile at the memory. Yousef turned his head to the left and looked at the empty space that was left beside him. It was cold and empty and belonged to no one anymore. He still didn't sleep on that side of the bed because it felt like he was talking it away from her. It still belonged to her.






"You think you know a story but you only know how it ends to get to the heart of the story you have to go back to the beginning"





The beginning:
"RASHA! Wainch ya rasha??? Hathe wainha?? Kil ma abe mnha awrag tharory ma algaha?? Madre laish em5aleha secartairty!! Oooffff" Yousef was storming around the 12th floor looking for his secretary while he mummbled under breath. He had a meeting in 15 minutes and there are papers he needs that are missing and nowhere to be found. Just as he reached the ladies room someone walked out and smashed right into him. It felt like the lady was hurt because she walked right into Yousef's hard masculine chest and jumped back a few steps. "Asf mashftch e5ti..." He looked up to see his secretary sanding there "Rasha intay wainch? 9arle sa3a a7os adawrch!!" Yousef was back to being mad. "Asfa stath bs knt bl ladies room.." She looked embarrassed as she dipped her head and looked at the floor. There was nothing more she could say. " Ok ma3lai bs fe awrag nag9a w madre wainhm w mabuga shay 3al meeting..." He felt a bit bad of getting mad because she was still human and needed her necessary breaks. " Inshala stath Yousef al7en a6l3lk ayshay nag9"

Before they turned around to make thei way back to his office a woman walked out of the ladies room looking so stunning. She was the most beautiful thing ever. For some reason, Yousef couldn't take his eyes off her bright red lipstick that was highlighting her beautiful full lips but as she walked passed then, Yousef snapped back to reality "yalla Rasha yallaa.."