Day 32

* Knock knock*

Me: Mnuuu?

*Knock knock*

Me: MENNNUUUUUUU?!?!

*Knock knock*

Me: REEMO ADRE ENTAY! TA3ALAY

She. Is. Too. Annoying.

I heard her giggling behind the door as she was entering.

Me: Shtabeen ylmuz3ija?
R: Broo7 Nestle tyeen?
Me: Shayfa s3a cham?
R: Ouf yalla bye..

As soon as reem left I bbmed 3ziz.

Me: Ana bnam al7een tabe shey?

A minute later he read it, he called 3ala 6oul

I picked the phone.

Me: Aloo?
A: Halla Modhi, bitnameen?
Me: Eee, waineck?
A: Blsayara
Me: bitrid elbait?
A: La..
Me: Ha 3ayal?
A: Hospital.

I instantly got up.

Me: Hospital? Laish shsayer?
A: La wlla shey bess shway my heart y3wrny.

3ziz has heart problems, and had has problems since childhood. His heart starts beating so fast, it gets to a point where he has difficulties breathing. This mostly happens when he drinks enegry drinks or has anything containing some caffeine.

Me: Sharib shey 3ziz?

What if I didn't ask? He would've never told me.

A: Haa?
Me: 3ZIZ SIMA3TNE...

No reply.

Me: 3ziz lata7gerne!

Silence.

Me: 3zizz..(?)

I suddenly hear a guy shouting..

"3ZOOZ! 3ZOOZ SHFEECK?"

Then the phone closed.

I called him.

*Ring*

.

.

.

*Ring*

No reply.

I sat on my bed,  I was intimidated.

Maybe his phone 6ifa? Or his phone 6a7?  Is this a joke? Yea, he's joking.

I was trying to stay positive, holding my tears in.

I can do this. He's fine. Dont cry! Modhi dont.