"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter two.

“Ok, sell all of our Zain stocks and we’ll see what will happen next” I woke up on his varied voice as he entered the room declining the call. A pearl white dishdasha was perfectly worn by him, brightening his tanned skin tone. His eyes twinkled when he saw me awake saying “Sorry for waking you up, shlonich ilyom inshallah zaina?”

“I’m good... Actually better...And I...I need to...” I barely spoke.

“Shfech Ghala? What do you need?” He asked, lovingly.

“Can you help me get out of this bed, and go to the...mmm...bathroom” I asked, shyly.

“Basee6a, 3bali feech shy” he said, getting closer extending his hand to pull me out of bed. He held my hand and placed his right hand around my waist, to keep me balanced. “ga3d a3wrich?” He kept on asking in every move he made.

“No you’re not, I am the one hurting you” I said, getting in the bathroom with my hands on the wall.

“Are you serious? You’re like 10 pounds to me”.

“You just said it, to you!” I smiled, closing the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet seat, looking at the door thoughtfully. I was thinking about my behaviour around him, it all changes. I’m known as the shy girl that never fits into conversations with strangers. Yay, I changed.

The door knock wakened me from my oneirism, splashing my thoughts all around.

“Facing some difficulties?” he asked, teasingly.

“No, I’m actually fine” I answered.

After urination, I walked slowly to the sink, not making any eye contact with the mirror. I turned on the hot water, crashing the water on and between my hands. I applied the soap as I rubbed and scrubbed repetitiously. It lasted for seconds but as I turned the sink water off, I mistakenly took a look at myself.

It wasn’t my typical face. It wasn’t the soft skinned face anymore. It quited the beautiful role and started the ugly. Scratches were covering the right side of it, while the puffy burned spots occupied the other. Overall, it was something that disgusts you not attracts you.

I touched the right side of my face, waiting my tears to find their way on my face and land safely on my hand. I already miss my face.

Irritation took control and I started throwing flowerpots on the mirror, kicking depression out of me. I was screaming to tranquillize myself. I stopped when he came and pulled me close to his chest hiding my own mirror-reflection from myself.

“It never matters” he said, striking my hair until I calmed down.

"Believe me, It does." I paused to wipe my tears, "I was a master piece" I continued.

"Come here" he whispered, taking me out of the bathroom.

I slept safely on his stiff chest that night... and woke up on his voice.