Maysoon

« Leave me alone ! you just don’t get it, do you ? » & she took off.

I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose, or if it’s just her, but I can’t tolerate the way she’s treating me anymore, I have spent several months trying to figure out whether this thing will work out or be heading to a dead end.

We’ve known eachother for a long time,since childhood,she used to live in the house next door ,and her parents never allowed me to play with her,but I used to sneak into their backyard & bring her a piece of candy when her daddy is not around & her mom is so busy cooking in the kitchen.

I heard her parents got divorced when I was in high school,It wasn’t that surprising to me since I used to spend sleepless nights because of their late fights over silly things,and it was mostly her alcoholic father who starts disputing every time.

She ended up living with her mother, and I never saw her eversince,they moved out & I couldn’t forget about her.

It was a warm summer night when  her picture crossed my mind & suddenly decided to search for her on  social networks I know .Unfortunately,her name didn’t come up ,& I felt down,so down.

I don’t know what’s still motivating me to look for that girl,all I wanted is to make sure she’s alright and know what she has become.

I was a senior at ISIC, a journalism institute I joined after high-school,when I saw her near the bus station,I wasn’t completely sure it was her though, so I had to verify.I walked straight to where she was standing  as I was wondering if she’ll recognize me ..

-Hi !

-Hey !

-Umm, excuse me, but you look so familiar, and I was wondering if you’re the same girl I used to know.

-Oh,Really ? What’s that girl called ?

-Maysoon.

-I’m afraid that’s not me, sorry.

-Umm ,Okay …too bad . Well , thank you & sorry for disturbing.

As I was leaving ,she called me,she actually did,she remembered,oh my god,that was really her.She called my name : Oussama , Oussama ,wait !  When I turned, I saw tears in her eyes,I gave her a wipe.We kept looking at eachother saying nothing for a couple minutes,then I asked her if she’d like to have coffee with me,she approved & we walked to the closest coffee shop,we entered,we sat,I ordered a decaf ,and a strawberry juice for her , I knew how much she used to love it at the time,she smiled at me,we spent half an hour there,not a word has been said.

I had so much things to say but I couldn’t make a sound,I was just sitting their admiring my childhood friend,my crush,the missing  piece in my life puzzle.

« I’m late, I should go home now,thanks for the juice Oussama,here,have my business card.Later !»

I said bye back,righ after,my mind began asking me questions :Oh,So she’s a business woman now ?Where has she been all this time ?Is she married ?engaged,maybe ?Why was she acting so strangely ?

I was so busy thinking all the way to my crib, I didn’t check what’s on the card until I got home.

According to her card,she’s the manager of an art gallery,the same one where her mother used to work.I was so eager to call her,but I preferred to postpone it a little bit,at least,till my thoughts & mind are put together.

Two weeks later,I called her,and asked her out again,I wasn’t  very fond of dating,and I never considered meeting her as a date,it was something different,pure,and extraoridnary.

She seemed more willing to talk this time,she told me how she felt when her parents got divorced,and how much she hated her father for all misery he made them go through.

She had to help her mother at the art gallery because she got old and couldn’t handle clients anymore.I could clearly notice that she had no social life as all she was talking about was business,nothing else.

I don’t know why I did that,if it was right or wrong ,but the next day I went  to the art gallery & found her mother there sweeping an ancient wooden table,I introduced my self and we talked about everything and nothing,eventually I told her about my intention of marrying Maysoon,she was kind of shocked ,but she did told me that it was all up to the future bride.

Everthing went well,I’m trying to speed up the story so I can get to the drama,please don’t mind my honesty.We got married,the honeymoon was beautiful,but then things started getting complicated,I felt so ignored like one of the dusty accessories in her art gallery,she doesn’t care about me anymore,she spends half of the day at work,the other half she spends it in her room,I didn’t want her feel any pressure,so I just go back to the office and finish files processing.

I was thinking maybe that’s just work stress or family troubles,but something else was going on.I cried my heart out because my wife has changed and there was nothing I could do about it,she wouldn’t talk ,and everytime  she’s just  pushing me away.

Now I’m on the edge,what else am I supposed to do ? What kind of man whoud I be if I walked away when she needed me the most ? But,does she really need me ? I don’t know.

Doubts are so cruel,one day,she came to me and said : « I don’t deserve you Oussama » .

This morning I saw her packing,and as she was leaving,I asked her to stay,I begged her to stay,that’s when she said : « Leave me alone ! you just don’t get it, do you ? »

I followed her to the airport,I saw flight tickets on the bed when she was folding her clothes.Hopefully,I caught her when she was paying the cab driver :

-          What is it Maysoon ? I’ve been patient long enough,I need an explanation !

-          I don’t deserve you Oussama,I told you,I don’t deserve all of this,I never thought I’ll ever trust men again ,after  all the torture I was suffering from.You came out of nowhere,you let me step into your world,you treated me right,and I’m thankful,but I’m not the type you wanna spend your life with,I am a curse,so I have to go..

-          Wait,please,I don’t understand.Whoever told you ,you don’t deserve me ? Please leave the past behind,when we got married,it wasn’t pity,no it wasn’t Maysoon.I am aware of your despair,and the things you endured,but please don’t let me pay for mistakes I didn’t make .All these years I was looking for you,and now you wanna …

-          Stop, stop ! I’m so sorry,I don’t know what happened to me Oussama,it’s just that I couldn’t believe I got all this,I thought it was sympathy from you,but now I made sure you really love me.

-          Maysoon,I’d be lying to you if I say I love you because the word love can barely describe how I feel about you.Let’s go home now .

She smiled at me,held my hand tightly,and we got in the car.


                                                                                                          #Oussama Hamama#
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