غلطة عمر

- Two days later -

She lay still in bed, staring at the cieling. So much was on her mind on so little of a subject it was driving her crazy since she could not focus nor think on anything but what happened. It was more or less like being paranoid, where everything is possible to ensue because of her knowledge and ackowledgement of a mistake done. Okay, a mishap, perhaps. If that, some might say.
She stopped nibbling on her finger, ran her hands in her hair and rested her palms on her forehead. Slowly, they dragged themselves to cover her eyes and the tears.
Faisal rolled over next to her, eyes half-open he asked "what time is it? Honey what's wrong?"

- Three years prior -

He spinned his mobile on the table. It banged on the plates every now and then but he didn't care. There were more important things on his mind. Like how lucky he was about to get if he knew how to "yesayis omoorah". He sucked down on the straw, and let his mind drift.
She opened the cabinet's revolving door and sat across of him. She looked fresh. For lack of a better word, Yosif thought. He smiled, "meshaina?"

- Yesterday -

She walked into Il Rayah with her arm locked in Faisal's, leaning her head up against his shoulder. She apparently told him something that made him put his hand on her belly. Instantly, he smiled.
They proceeded to the escalators going up.
Greeting them at the top was Dalal, her friend's friend. The two young ladies gasped in surprise and proceded to hug and kiss. Dalal congratulated her, looking at her belly. She bent her head and smiled, thanking Dalal.
When she looked up, she felt dizzy as things went blank. Sounds muted. People went out of focus. Fixated, there, Yosif, in front of her. Holding Dalal's hand, as if coming out of no where.
"Bo ya3gob!", she heard a familiar voice inside her head say. She looked around blindly, only to see Faisal shake hands with the familiar man, "wainek ma gemt tbayen 3endina.."

- Next week -

Yosif held Dalal's hand and moved it away from his chest. "Not tonight baby" he excused. Dalal recollected herself and sat up, blowing it off in asking if his backache was gone or if he needed the 'thing with the smell' rubbed tonight too. He shook his head and got out of bed, proceeding to a nearby chair with his training pants folded neatly upon. He put on some clothes and came to Dalal's side of bed kissing her forehead "I'll see you later okay?"
Dalal didn't bother answering and was already switching through channels.

- One year and a half earlier -

"Cham jawla bageelek oboy?", he asked.
"Thalaath, dish ma3ay 7ayaak", came the answer.
The two spotted each other climbing up the weights on the bar. "Jadwelek elyom bi o sadir o mi3da?", he asked. The addressee nodded, inviting him to work out together today. "Ila ma geltly shesmik bel khair?", asked Faisal.
"Yosif, Yosif 3abdalla," he replied.