Episode 22

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When i was 18 years old, i said to the 22 years old Eliyas:

_" i don't believe that there's something such as selfless love in the world.. We all are selfish, either we want to be loved by others without loving them back, or we want as much love from others as we give them.. We always want to be in the receiving end, This is how the world works, take us for example.. If i say that i don't love you not even a single bit, would you still insist on wasting your emotions on me knowing that you'll never receive anything in return?"

At that age, i was in my last year in high school, and i wasn't in my best mental shape.

I used to be a top student in middle school.. But ever since my mother abandoned me .. I abandoned everything else in my life with her departure: my friends, my dreams, my studies.

I felt like everything was pointless.. And that people were frauds.
I moved from being the first student in the class to hanging just above the average, what saved my barely surviving grades was my exceptional talent in learning languages.. I didn't even need to focus in classes yet i could write my essays with ease when i had exams, so it was natural that i selected the literature branch although i had no interest in it.

Besides my degrading life, i was quite rebellious at the time, i had no one to correct my attitude: my father was dead, my mother only god knew where she disappeared to, and my grandmother only made sure i slept under her house's roof every night.. The rest was my business.

So yes, i hardly put my head on a rug to pray at that time, i wore extravagant clothes, i had a weird hair cut: i just did it my self.. It was short and my whole face was covered with edgy bangs, i didn't put make up because i just hated makeup, but i had a lot of bracelets in my wrists and my fingers were always painted in black.

For some unreasonable reason i thought i looked cool, and the trashy new friends i had gave this impression as well.

I had a boyfriend who i never actually liked at the time, he was simply the first guy to ever ask me out so i just accepted him, His name was Samir.. Actually he was pretty much the only decent person in my life at the time, he tried to advice me to act sanely, to focus on the coming baccalaureate exams (national college entrance exams) and stop shutting the whole world out.. At that time i figured out that he was not just playing around with me and that he genuinely liked me, so i did what i honestly thought was better for him, i dumped him.
Well, Samir didn't exactly accept that happily.

That was when Mr Eliyas walks inside my life again, back then he was frequently sent by his father mr buelguassem filladi to check on my grandmother and to send her expensive deliveries that consisted of money, food, and clothes. Usually when he visits he'd spend few days at our house since D city was 6 hours away from our hometown and it was rather inconvenient to double cross that distance in one day.. I still wonder until this very day why he never thought of coming in a plane.

Anyways, i was in the middle of my break up process when i walked inside the house and i found Eliyas sitting in the guests room with grandmother, he looked very surprised with my looks the moment his eyes fell on me, it took him long awkward moments before he finally asked:

_" how are you doing Noursine?"

_"good" i replied indifferently ..
And then i went straight to my room ignoring him and my grandmother who immediately started scolding me for being improper.

Eliyas spent an annoyingly long time at our house in that visit, my grandmother was so pleased with him that she cooked generous meals everyday just to lure him to stay for longer.. And that worked apparently.
Our encounters consisted of only the time we had meals together or the rare times i sat in front of the tv in the guests room to keep him company under my grandmother's persistent nags, we poorly spoke at these times, it was clear to the blind that we both didn't like each other at all.

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