Update

So, many people thought it would be interesting for me to do an update. I thought it would be a great idea since Wahab has visited. So I hope you guys enjoy the mini post, comment telling me what you guys think xx

Sunday, June 10 2012. 
Wahab has already informed me that he's going to be in Kuwait soon. I can't really explain how happy and overjoyed I felt, it's been months since his last visit. You see, we didn't talk that much. It's not the same anymore. My best friend has turned into someone I'd talk to once everyday, instead of all day. I'd be asleep, he'd be awake. Or I'd be awake and he'd be asleep. But when he's in Kuwait all of that changes, it's like we were back in time. I was 15 and he was only 17 years old. Riding our horses all day like we had all the time in the world. It's like we've paused a video of us when we were younger, and when he's back we'd play it again, as if nothing had happened. But it's better that way, it's a reminder to me that even though we don't live in the same country, a person can be faithful and loving to you, even when they can't see you. 


Okay let's just stop the lovey dovey talk. I know it grosses some people out. 


I waited anxiously for tomorrow to arrive, Wahab was going to be landing today late at night. We'll be waiting for him bl mazra3a, he wanted to check up on Sami, and he said his excuse for seeing me was Sami too. I laughed and thought it was a bit mean since he left her and ran off to college. She'd neigh and wiggle her head uncontrollably when she saw him and I thought that was the cutest thing ever!   


I checked my phone and smiled at Wahab's status update. 


Wahab:
Finally in Kuwait. 


Me: Il7imdila 3asalama:*


Wahab: Allah ysalmich<3 I cant wait to see youuuu yal7ilo! <3


Me: You mean Sami..


Wahab: No, you ;p 


I am not exaggerating, ibtesamti shaga wayhe! 


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Monday, June 11 2012. 
12:00pm
I am constantly whining about how hot the weather is. Riding in this kind of weather is hard and can be overtiring. But I keep in mind Wahab's going to be there and that makes me shut up. 


Me: Mittah bito9al?


Wahab: Yabeelna ni9 sa3a yimkn, you?


Me: Already here


I wore something decent and it almost make me look good. It's been a really long time, I'm not going to let him see me in my washed out riding clothes that were occasionally covered in mud. But I brought riding clothes just in case. 


I made my way to my room, looked at myself for the last time in the mirror before heading down to the living room where Baba and M7amad were seated. After exactly 40 minutes or so, the door sprung open. A guy wearing a dishdasha that had random sand stains came in and shook my father's hand. But wheres Wahab? 


Wahab's father: "Halla Sara, shlonich?"


I was still looking at the door, damn it Sara! Answer him!


Me: "Uhh hala 3ami, ana bkhair wnta shlonik?" I said quickly, pulling my gaze from the door and facing his smiling face. 


After several minutes the door opened again, I couldn't see his face, only his tall figure. The sun's harsh rays made his whole face black. After the door closed slowly his friendly face appeared, grinning at me. Wahab hasn't really changed. Well, maybe a little. His hair is a bit longer, and he got more toned up. But he had the same beautiful eyes, the same warm smile, and the same personality. He finally ditched the Kuwaiti habbah of wearing Abercrombie and Hollister shirts, instead he was wearing a black v neck and some jeans. I wanted to go up to him and just hug him, but I reminded myself that my father was right next to me and that would be suicide. 


My dad was next to me screaming, or let's just say talking loudly, and M7amad got up from his seat and started to hug Wahab. I only sat there awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. 


After he greeted everyone in the room he turned to me. 


Wahab: "Ha... shlonich Sara?"


Me: "Tamam, enta shlonik?"


Wahab: "Il7imdila." he said, then looked down to his phone. I could see the hint of shyness in his eyes, he got that the first time we saw each other. It was weird, it's been a couple of years and that still hasn't changed. I smiled at the thought. 


Okay let's just stop here for just one second. So many readers are confused about where this is going, and I'll tell you everything right now just to avoid future confusion.  Wahab said that if a guy ever comes up and asks for marriage, I wouldn't turn him down. And just to explain why he said that... it's because he doesn't want me to wait years just for him. I'm not going to say any more because it will confuse you guys even more. -.-


I kept my eyes on my lap for the rest of the afternoon, thank god for ask.fm, but I could still feel his warm gaze on me, I was just too afraid to look up. Wahab talked about California and how it was there. And M7amad, being the typical Kuwaiti guy he is, said something that made my head shoot up from my phone. 


M7amad: "Wallah hagaitik trid wya wa7da ajnabeya, ha Whayeb?" he joked, patting Wahab's back.  


Wahab: "Ee wallah, inshala mara thanya w bayeebli mu bes wa7da, thintain!" he glanced my way and half smiled, knowing I get jealous easily. 


M7amad: "Ee adri feek, tsaweeha.."


Wahab: "Ahaha laaa wai3 shabi feehum, akhithle wa7da Kuwaiteya a7la minhum, wallah 6la3aw jeyakr!" 


We ate our lunch and waited for the sun to go down so we can ride. By 5:45pm I got out and suited Strike up.


As I got on top of him and was leaving the stables, I saw Wahab walking towards Sami. But Strike still didn't stop, he passed him and galloped his way to the arena. I watched as Baba guided Wahab's father and M7amad to his car, akeed beshoufoon elmazra3a eli yamna. But for some reason I don't want to be left alone here with just Wahab. I felt as if it would be beyond awkward, but a part of me wanted to just sit there and talk. 


After I stopped riding I saw him sitting on the bench stroking Sami's forehead. We sat down and talked like before. Suddenly all the awkwardness disappeared, I got my best friend back. He's back to teasing and poking me playfully. I wanted to enjoy every second he was here because I knew I won't be seeing him for another handful of months. 


I realized we've spent hours here just talking about random things, even when Baba and Wahab's father got back, but they didn't see us. I thought about it, even if they did see us... I don't think it would be a problem, we maintained our distance from each other. 


Wahab's phone rang, he answered then quickly closed it. 


Me: "Shfeek?"


He got up from the bench, "Ubooi yabeeni. Dgeega bas.."


Me: "Okay na6ritik." I got my phone out and checked ask, I wasn't aware of where Wahab was headed, he stood behind me and peeked into my phone. 


I looked up to him, "Ent lail7een mari7t?"


Wahab: "Hatha the blog's ask?"


I sighed, "Eee.."


"Bagra!" he grabbed the phone away from me. 


Me: "Yeeebbaa!!" I stood on the bench and started to reach at it, but he's too tall. 


Wahab: "Are you and Wahab still together?" he said, reading a question, "Shal ligafa!" he laughed. 


Me: "Yeeeba!" I snatched it away from his hands and placed my phone in my pocket. 


Wahab: "Okay yallah baroo7."


Me: "Roo7."


Wahab: "Khalaa9 ya3ni baroo7, barid California."


I crossed my arms and sat down, "Chathab."


Wahab: "9ij! Al7een ubooi bewadeeni."


Me: "Okay, bye."


Wahab: "Shnu no goodbye hug, wla shay?"


Me: "Mmm, la2." 


Wahab: "Khala9 3ayal mara7 a36eech your gift I got you from California."


Me: "Heheh I'll take the gift please, bes without a hug."


Wahab: "3eyal maku."


Me: "Wahab! Bes 3ad, its wrong." I surely regretted what we used to do before Wahab took off and went to California, I just needed him to know that "hugging" is not considered okay anymore. 


Wahab: "3afyaaa 3al sha6ra, see I was testing you."


I laughed, "Wayed."


Wahab went to see what his father wanted, in the meantime I started answering your questions on ask :p 


He came back and sat down. 


Me: "Mita bitrid?" I wanted to avoid this question. 


Wahab: "3ugub bacher."


Me: "Shbitsawe 3yal?"


Wahab: "Bag3ad ma3ach 6ool elyoum, ba3dain ba7ader washouf rab3i, wli 3ugba baroo7 ashouf wld khalati w inshala itha midah ag3ad bl mazra3a shway."


Me: "Ifff Wahab ig3ad sboo3."


He sighed, "Widyy wallah." 


I was hoping the awkwardness doesn't find it's way back. We were quiet for a second. I looked out into the green land, staring at Strike that was far back. 


Wahab: "Sara shoufeeni."


I turned around and saw him holding out his phone. 


Wahab: "The7kay."


I covered my face with both of my hands, "Wahaab shakli zift!"


He held my hands in his, revealing my red face. "Gumar!"


Me: "Waaay! You're so cheesy." I said making a face. 


Wahab: "Adre, yallah the7kay."


Me: "Bes ib shar6, ana ba3ad a9awrik."


Wahab: "Okay bes please ya3ne latnshreen 9uwari."


Me: "Waaih mu min 7alatik, Khala9 mabi a9awrik!"


He laughed and took a picture of me laughing as well, I looked at it, well it could've been worse. 


Our day consisted of riding and just talking about what might happen in the future. I enjoyed every second of it, Wahab was right next to me and that's all that mattered at the moment. 


Hope you guys enjoyed the update, thank you for reading. x