Atypical June: finale; XX(20)

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So yeah,I’m married to 9ali7. Not mishary. My father rejected at first, but then he accepted knowing the we loved each other. Our love is for real, seriously. He thought that we’ll last forever together, inshallah.

I was an angel, with a halo on top whenever he’s around me. He wrapped his arms around me before going to bed, he place his hands on my belly cause the baby’s coming ahead. On another girls, his eyes never led. I would give up everything, for him instead.

He treated me as if I’m a queen during pregnancy. Well tonight, I’m completing my 9 month. I hope I don’t faint, I’m being really careful, like Nora advised.

Well, yeah. Who knows people may change? They do. Actually, Nora changed a lot in those couple of months. She’s acting as if she’s my mother I lost, she was okay with 9ali7 and his father. They were all close. Neither problems nor fights crossed our lives.

One day, I was sitting on my bed, reading “breaking the dawn” with a peaceful sound of water, popping from the bathroom. Used by 9ali7, my babe. When I felt nauseous, and my tummy hurt.

“9ali7, I think I’’m getting pregnant soon” I barely shouted on top of my lungs.

“breath baby, breath” said 9ali7, running all naked from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around himself.

“I can’t. take me to the hospital, now” I said, slowly.

He quickly wore a shirt and a baggie shorts, pulled a converse. Wore a cap. And said,“Inshallah 7bebty” caring me in his arms and taking me to the nearest hospital.

@the hospital.9ali7s P.O.V

All I can hear was her “ouch, a77” and screams. I’m getting really worried. I called her dad and mine, and they’ll be coming by now.

I kept asking the nurse about her, every minute. And she’d go “she’s fine, its normal”. but I don’t think it is. Just as her father arrived, I sat on one of the chair infront of her room. I was exhausted and filled up with thoughts.

2 days later….

“3atham alla ajrik” said 3my fahad.

“ajerna o ajrik” I barely said.

I couldn’t take this anymore, I never thought I’d miss her like this. But I already did. I blame myself and my daughter alot. Specially my daughter, she’s the main reason after her death. I couldn’t help myself, hearing the same “3atham alla ajrik” from uncountable people, coming to the funeral.

So I excused and left to her room, June. I needed air, to burst out what’s left in. Crying wont bring her back, right? Screaming her name before going to sleep wont bring her next to me, right? Holding a knife on my daughter wont replace her with June, right?

Days After Days....

Her father suggested that I marry Lulu, but I simply disagreed. I know she loved me and June, but I cant sleep next to another woman other than June. And I wont let my daughter call another woman, mama other than June.

Well, Mishary was still my best friend yet We became so close in the funeral days. He cried alot, which shows how precious she is to him. I felt guilty for taking her away from him. but he surprisingly got married to his second cousin. He confessed one day, that he never loved any girl as much as he loved June. He kept going to her grave and pray for her, and read "alfat7a" one her. He veritably oved her...

So if your asking about his daughter? He decided that he wont tell her when she grows up. Afraid of getting her all mentally ill. Every time I think about it, and her. Tears stream down my face cause I’m losing something I can't replace. I’m just weak thinking about her.

You know, when you lose the original and get the copy? Yeah, that’s the feeling when I lost Typical June, and she’s replaced with Atypical june. They really look alike, but the personality may look different.

Her eyes were hazel, her straight nose perfectly ended high just like Kristen Stewarts, but her brown full lips made her just like her mother. Her short brown hair well duplicated her carrot-like skin complexion.

Mother like Daughter.

Typical June died on 4/11.
Atypical June was born on 4/11.

8 years later…

"Christina" I called her, through the intercom.

"Ahlan estaz Sali7" said my secertary.



"Ana bru7 ayeb benty min il madresa, saway ily geltlich 3leh earlier" I commanded.



"Inshalla estaz".

I told the Secretary to cancel my ahead business meetings earlier. I quickly walked my way out of my company, got in my black camero. opened the front folded mirror, and readjusted my ghetra and 3ghal. "yabela shaving" I thought out loud.

I was driving, extremly fast to get to June on time; when the bell rings. And I did, I arrived exactly the same time. Uh their she is, really looking cute wearing a purple skirt with a white t-shirt what’s called a uniform and ended with a black ballerina shoes.

I saw her walk with a heavy backpack held on her back. So I quickly rushed out of my car, took it from her and placed it in the back seat. shockingly, just as I got in the car...
“Baba, why all the girls in my class have a mother, when I don’t?” Asked junior June.

THE END!

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