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And surprisingly Abdulrahman wasn't any Abdulrahman he was Dr.Abdulrahman my PROFESSOR. 

Shit shit shit shit!!!! The girl that married her professor... Such an interesting story :) I thought

It took me a while to realize that, mentally I was somewhere else! So I cut myself off on those thoughts and tried hard to stay focused on what was going on around me!

Then came the "interview part" where Abdulrahman ( I can call him that right? lol!  ) was asked soo many questions about what he did, he kinda spoke out his biography literally!

3amty Wafa2: Abdulrahman wain tshteghl? 

Abdulrahman: ana dktor eb jam3at likuwait o mstashar 3nd cham shareka bl deera

3amty Wafa2: Mashallah allah ywafgik

Abdulrahman: ajma3een matga9ren khalty

Om Abdlrahman: yuma goumaw e9ala ethanya ekhthaw ra7atkom 

3amty Wafa2: ee yuma Dania rou7aw e9ala el3anabeya

Me: enshallah

Abdulrahman and I stood up and he followed me to the other living room, it was so awkward because I didn't know where to sit, so I waited for him to sit then sat right in front of him in the opposite direction.

I didn't know if he realized that I'm in one of his classes but I don't blame him we're too many.

Helen came in and brought in juice!

I gave her a stare because I knew she came to see him and not to actually hand out juice! There were service ladies that did that! Hahaha 

He took Orange juice and then she came over to my side and said 

Helen: Danii dis Mango juice por you!

Me: maybe later thankyou Helen :) 

Helen: *whining in filipino*

And I gave her a stare!

I caught Abdulrahman with his head tilted down, smiling. 

Jahiz 7ag elshemata I thought

I stayed there so quite waiting for him to break the ice.

Abdulrahman: shlonch Dania 3sach eb khair

Me: el7mdellah bkhair  

Is that how they usually talk... I don't think so

 Abdulrahman: shlon eldrasa ma3ach

Me: sahalat el 7mdellah mako shay bl7ayat sahel

And all he did was ask questions that required answers shorter than my own name, then we heard a knock on the door and it was his elder sister. 

Hessa: yala Abdulrahman meshaina? 

Abdulrahman: yala... 

He walked out right after her.. I thought rude, like he should've ended the conversation by saying goodbye of something! or not I dunno he was acting weird like he didn't even say anything

I felt awkward just walking there behind them, then his younger sister approached me and squeezed my shoulder as she said "yaba5ta okhoy etha rthaitay feeh"  I giggled and replied "7abeebty Shaikha" I walked her out because her mom and rest have already gone before us except his Mom stood by the door and I kissed her goodbye. 

Laish Shaikha galatly yabakhta feech maybe he rejects me after today and decided to change his mind, she was so sure it was my decision to make.

I sat with my aunt and then came Sabacha and Dalooya, of course we stayed quite till my aunt left then I had to spill of course or they wouldn't leave. Haha!

Sabacha: kalb laish chethy mayshawg.

Daloya: way 7araam shako ymkin yst7y entay shtabin! Wallah ana a7sa 5oush wa7ed

Me: esalfa mo chethyyyyy *I looked down*

They came over with suspicious looks as they held my shoulders 

Sabacha: danii shfeech 

Me: ohwa dktory

Daloya: SHNOO

Sabacha: la7thaa ur gna say No 3ashan he's your professor!

I stayed quite 

Daloya: shfeech Danii if you like him then put that thing aside

Me: No bas it felt awkward

Sabacha: waayyy khara3teeni ma3ndch salfa kalba 3abaly mthayg khlgich

Daloya: ee wallah chan dasat Sabacha eba6na

Sabacha: 6a3yy elkalba o entay wainch ma tfz3een weyay

Daloya: la bas entay tkafeen o twafeen akhaf nethb7a together

And we all burst out laughing, I swear my friends are like no other

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Days passed and I accepted his proposal after several visits, my brothers like him a lot and most importantly I thought we'd make a good couple. However, secretly my main reason to get married is to carry off that weight my brothers are carrying on their shoulder.

I also thought I kinda know how he is around girls, he never stares or remembers his students faces so that is a good point. And well the guy coverage was done by my brothers. However, I still didn't figure him out yet! During those visits, I never got to feel that I am getting to know him more...never!

He would joke once in week, most the phone calls were for the furniture, kitchen, and etc. I was going through the most hectic phase in my life, dealing with this guy and our house and my parents house.  And most importantly KU... Which was literally tearing me apart. 

It was finally May, and I'd decided that my wedding would be after I'm done with finals, my brothers, Sabacha and Daloya insisted that I must have a wedding and that my parents would want that for me and after doing my deep thinking I decided a wedding wouldn't be a bad idea after all. 

Our apartment was a whole floor in his parents house, it consisted of 4  rooms, one of which was the master bedroom and the rest I decided to just paint the walls with white for now and have the ceramic, there was the kitchen which was more the american home kitchen it overlooked the living room and well a nanny's room. One of the rooms was closed and I wasn't allowed to see it so it was locked every time I went to meet up with the workers.

My parents house, took us timeless visits to showrooms with Nawaf, Noufa and Nasser.

For my apartment, Abdulrahman asked me to pick things and reserve them and he'd go buy them. 

Nawaf and Noufa got married during those months and well Nasser is always hanging around helping out and just being himself. 

I was just done with finals, Sabacha and Daloya were 24/7 at my house they even planned a bachelorette in between all this chaos, all my friends were there, we planned mini games and it was truly a night to remember. The setup was one I would literally dream of, the giveaways and jokes were another thing!   

Days kept passing by and there was only a couple left till the big day...