"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter six.

Dedicated to all of ya'll. Ily all;**
FIRST HAPPY ENDING! :D enjoy!
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Blot my lips with a tissue, subsiding the bright blood-red lipstick applied on them. I readjusted my dress shoulder strap as I wore my black Jimmy Choo Grants. I took one last look at the mirror finding Aziz behind me smiling at me.

“Thank you for buying this, 6ala3 7low” I winked.

“Akeed it will, nothing’s special about it. You are!” He said reaching for my hand.

We walked hand in hand to Simon LA, getting all the awe expressions from the people we pass. Lights were like flashlights on us. Eyes were set on us, set on fire. Whispers were all what I heard, and in whispers they describe how something called interpersonal chemistry tied us in tonight. It all ended when we got seated.

“OKAY! I’m already hungry, that was long and slow” I complained.

“Haha eh, here you go” he handed me the menu the waiter gave seconds before.

Everyone ordered what they were craving, their food smell was mouth-watering. Well, by pictures I bet the taste is good too.

We talked, blabbed and all. He knew literally everything about me, so did I. but I don’t know the reason I am here. So I asked…

“Can I ask ya something?” I said sipping my water.

“Sure!”

“I really want to know why I am here, just tell me. I think I’m lost.” I said.

“Ok look, Tomorrow we’ll go to a Beauty surgery clinic. I thought this would make you happy” he said excited.

“It does! Bs I can’t accept this” I said, in a low tone.

“Why?” He asked, disappointed.

“You did a lot, a surgery here costs wayd. I don’t even have the ability to return you anything, anything at all!” I explained.

“Do you want to give me something in return?” he asked, smiling.

“Ya Leet” I sipped my water again.

“Don’t reject me when I do this” he stood up, stood on his knees revealing a wooden box with a breathtaking diamond ring. “Ghala Al-Flani, You won’t reject a handsome guy trying to purpose right here sa7?”

I heard all the “Aw how cute” all around, claps and “Marry him” from dinners. I couldn’t reject him infront of uncountable people. I couldn’t say no. I loved him. I thought deeply about it. I wish I could say yes easily. I lost my voice for a second. Although It’s a permanent decision, not just for a day or two I find it easy to be taken.

“One condition!” I said rapidly.

“Amereeny” he said looking through my eyes, still on his knees.

“Cancel tomorrows appointment, I don’t want a plastic me. I want me naturally!” I smiled.

“Yes?” he asked, excited.

“Yes”.

Next thing, I’m in his arms being swung in circles, and since life is a circle, our paths were to meet. Since life is a circle, I create my own myth. but love completes this circle.

My Inspiration:
Fire Bomb by Rihanna.