Chapter 8

It was Khaled. He was my fiancé, before I got married to Fawaz. The month before the wedding he said that he doesn't want to marry me! He suddenly said that, and he didn't even have a reason! I get embarrassed when I see him since he refused to marry me. Fawaz knows about this, yet he still talks to him.
Fawaz: "Hallah Bu Waleed!"
Fawaz: "Hallah Fawaz!"
Fawaz rolled down the window and they greeted each other. While I watched and listened to their conversation.
Khaled: "Shloun Jazi?"
Fawaz's face became red. He didn't like it when his friends mention me in front of him, I don't know why. I secretly think he's ashamed of me, though I don't know if its true.
Fawaz: "El7amdillah." He bluntly replied.
Khaled: "Ohh, see you later enshallah, bye!" The conversation was cut short since we were talking at a red stop light, which just turned green.
"Finally!" I quietly mumbled.
Khaled gave me a weird stare, like he didn't understand what I said.
Fawaz: "Enshallah, bye!"
Khaled drove off to wherever he was going.
Fawaz: "Jazi, do you still love him?" He suspiciously asked.
Jazi: "No! I swear I love you and only you!" I quickly replied.
Fawaz: "Okay then." He said with no emotion at all. He didn't even say I love you back.
Jazi: "Okay." I sighed.
Awkward silence filled the air. I was wondering which reaturant we are going to.
Jazi: "Where are we going?"
Fawaz: "McDonalds."
I'm tired of faking a smile, I'm tired of how he doesn't care about me. Yet I still suck it up and say nothing.
Jazi: "Enshallah!"
Fawaz: "We're only picking up drive thru and going back home.
Jazi: "Fawaz."
Fawaz: "3youn Fawaz." This was not the time to be sweet.
Jazi: "Let's go to a place other than McDonalds, change the atmosphere for a bit." I suddenly saw Fawaz take a turn, I saw McDonalds in front of us, why the heck did he turn?
Jazi: "Fawaz, McDonalds is right there why did you turn?" I asked pointing at McDonalds.
Fawaz: "No we're going to another place since you don't want McDonalds."
My face lighted up!
Fawaz: "I'm taking you home!"
Jazi: "But why?" I sadly said.
Fawaz: "What do I do you don't want McDonalds."
Jazi: "Fawaz, please don't."
Fawaz: "Stop nagging!"
Jazi: "Enshallah."
Fawaz: "My friends are visiting tomorrow, I want you to prepare a tasty lunch." He commanded.
I hate cooking for his friends. They make me feel bad about my cooking.
Jazi: "What if I don't want to cook for you and your friends?"
Fawaz: "No. You don't even have a choice. You will cook tomorrow."
Jazi: "What do I cook?" I gave up on trying to convince him.
Fawaz: "Machbous la7am."
Jazi: "Enshallah." As soon as I said that, we were back home.