Dear Diary - Part 9B

Dear Diary, 

It was him. Yes him! How dare he?! And to think he would have kept his promise! I should have known that he is incapable of keeping a promise. I am angry, no I am infuriated! How can he do this to me? Never in my wildest dreams I would have thought of seeing him like this .. With who he was. I can feel the angry rising and my blood boiling. Screw this I am not going to leave the restaurant because of him and some bimbo barbie. Hmm I have a plan but first let me tell Shamma. 

I angrily whispered: Shamma!

Imitating my whisper: Shamsa!

Me: It's him.

Shamma: Who him?

Me: Him.

Shamma: Who is him? The guy you told me about? What's his name? Umm 3bdulla?

Me: No. Him.

Shamma followed the line I was staring at and saw him but she didn't know who he was.

Me: That b***ard ! I hate him! And he brings his little b***h with him too?! Mayisi7i 3a wayha!

Shamma slowly connected the dots then gasped.

Shamma: That.. That is 3my 9ala7 !

I replied blatantly: Yes. 

Shamma: With his wife..!

I cringed: Yes. 

Shamma: Shamoos let's go to another restaurant..

Me: I have lost my appetite.

Shamma: Okay let's go shopping!

Me: Wait.

Shamma: Shamoos don't do anything stupid that you will regret later. I can see you forming a plan in your head. Stop it! Don't let him get to you! He isn't worth it. Let's just go and do some therapy shopping to get your mind off of him.

Me: 9ibry.

After all those years, I would have never even imagined seeing him again.. I thought he left.. And for good this time. Guess I was wrong. That a$$***e will see. He will regret the day he ever came back and his wife too :) This. Is. War.

I walked up to him, more like stomped actually and slammed my hand on the hard wooden table. As much as it hurt I didn't care. He looked so shocked and surprised to see me. 

Me: You sick bas***d ! How fking dare you bring her here? How dare you even step foot in this country?! You come here and bring HER WITH YOU! I HATE YOU! I HAATTTTEEE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU! 

Him: Shamsa lat9ar5ein .. We are in a public place.

Me: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO AND BOSS ME AROUND HAA?! WHO!? TELL ME WHO?!

He begins to slightly raise his voice: I am your father inzain?! T7tarmainy '3a9ban 3laich.

Me: Hah you think you are my father? Well guess what I don't have a father. To me you are dead. You never exsisted. You haven't been in my life for the past 7 YEARS! AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL YOUR SELF A FATHER?! MY FATHER!

Him: SHAMSA I9KITY A7SANLICH W I7TARMAY ELLAY AKBAR MINCH!

Me: CHUB! After all the sh*t we have been through, you think you can just come here and everything will be okay? You never and I repeat NEVER showed up at my birthdays, celebrations, graduations and everything that has to do with me. To do with us! Me, my mom and my brothers! You didn't even care about hurting your children! You didn't care about your wife that you have been with for 26 years! You didn't give a shit about leaving us for some gold-digging b*tch ! You didn't care about the divorce. You were happy about it. I loathe you. I detest you. I feel sorry for your children. I wish you rot in hell. You and your wife.

Her *his wife* : Umm matarmisein 3an zoujy chi inzain?     She looked and talked like a sl*t. 

Me: YEL3AN SHAKLICH EL 5AYIS! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE F***ER?! YOU JUST MARRIED HIM FOR HIS MONEY! YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE HIM YAL G*7BA !

My father turned red with furry and he did it. He slapped me. And so I slapped his wife and left. As I was leaving I yelled "GO DIE YOU FILTHY PIECES OF SH*T" Thank god that they were sitting outside. His slap hurt.. But no where near the pain of how I felt. Shamma was watching the whole thing and her mouth formed the perfect 'O'  

Me: Shamma I'm leaving.

Shamma just silently followed me to the main entrance. She asked the valet guy to bring my car.Once we entered that car I blew up. I burst into tears. How could he? How could he lay a hand on me? I regret not beating the living sh*t out of his wife. All throughout the conversation she had a little smirk as he was defending her. Just as I was about to blow up she said that remark of hers and that was when my anger flew through the roof and I yelled. I can feel my throat tighten and I know I lost my voice from all the screaming. Thinking about what happened made me burst into a million more tears. I feel furious, ashamed, depressed, aggravated and most of all.. Disgusted. I am disgusted and ashamed to call that man my father. I am disgusted and ashamed to be part of that family. I feel disgusted and ashamed to call her my step mother. I am disgusted and ashamed. Maybe I am disgusting? Maybe I am the shameful one? I don't know. I went home with a bruised cheek. Once I entered the house I saw my family including 3bdulla sitting in the meelas in front of me, I didn't bother saying hello, I just ran to my room weeping. 

I can hear them banging on my door.. Asking me what happened. I just ignored them.. Shamma offered to sleep over but I rejected her offer. I dropped her home and came to my house. The house he used to live in. After what seemed to be hours of them trying to ask me what happened and what is wrong.. I burst into tears once again.. I think I was loud because my brothers threatened that if I don't open the door they are going to break it down. I didn't care. I continued silently crying my eyes out till the point that there were no more tears to cry. After 10 more minutes I heard a loud bang. They broke the door down. They entered the room shocked by what they saw.. I can see their eyes practically falling out of their sockets. It took them a few seconds to comprehend what I was about to do.. I was about to overdose.. 

3bdulla ran to me followed by the rest of them.. He aggressively took the pills from my hand and all of them started yelling at me at first the they started crying. Yes them. The guys were crying. My mom came in the room to ask what the fuss was about and when she saw us she cried her eyes out. She didn't even know the reason but the sight of us made her cry. Fahad went to my mom to try and calm her down while the rest of the guys were bombarding me with a million questions.. Slowly the world started spinning and the words were slurry.. After I heard a loud thud everything went black.

I woke up because of the pounding pain in my head.. I tried to move my hand up to mu head to massage it but there was an IV hoked on my hand. I am in the hospital with my family and a strange guy surrounding me. Once they saw me awake they came to me and started asking me loads of questions.. I was so confused and when I tried to talk nothing came out.. Why am I here? Who is this guy? What happened? When did I go to the hospital? How did I get here? A million question were rushing through my head.

The doctor came in and started asking me questions.. I was able to answer some of them and not all..

He asked me: Shamsa do you know who that is?  *he pointed at the stranger*

Me: No .. Am I supposed to know him?

Everyone except the doctor looked shocked and confused. The stranger looked so hurt and pained. Why? 

Mom: Doctor.. Why doesn't she know him?

Doctor: Emm I am sorry to say this but ....................................................................................................

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SORRY FOR THE LANGUAGE X_X
This took an unexpected turn.. I was going to say that she saw 3bdulla with another girl but I wanted to make the story a bit more interesting :P

This might be one of my longest posts.... Thoughts and opinions please?