Can we just be us? Part 7

Part 7

Meera was at her apartment getting ready for the big meeting. She was nervous, who wouldn't be if the biggest company in the country showed interest in you? She put on her blazer and off she went. The meeting is in an hour which gave her time to check then set up the room and everything else. 

In no time the hours passed by and it was time. She waited in the meeting room when two men walked in. They introduced themselves as Hamad and Saif CEO and director.  That was when she recognized Hamad. The man she saw in the tabloids was the son of the man she admired. So far her judgment got the better of her. In her point of view he was the spoiled brat that got his position due to the benefits he had growing up. 

The meeting went smoothly, they agreed on everything at it was time to leave. 

Hamad: thank you for meeting us on short notice

Meera: no problem, glad we had this meeting

To her surprise he was nice or maybe that was just because they needed the meeting and he was trying to be polite.

He extended his arm and so did she, they shared a handshake and off he went down the elevator and to his car along with Saif.

Saif: that went well

Hamad: yes it did

Saif: she's pretty (he said smiling)

He looked at Hamad to see his reaction, Hamad just kept his head straight on and his lips sealed.

Saif: She doesn't seem to be married, no ring on her finger

Hamad: I noticed

Saif just smiled at his close friend. They were driving back to the office.

Hamad: so how did your blind date go?

Saif: it's always the same

Hamad expected what Saif 's answer would be. It was always the same with every blind date he went on. The girls would think Saif would listen and by the end of the night he would end up bored and just that. What Hamad did not know is that this time it was different. Saif didn't get her number or anything about her expect that she was a blind date set by his mother.

  

Hamad: my mother wants me to get married (he blurted out)

Saif was not surprised, he was actually expecting this to happen. When it came to both their families or families like theirs, marriage was arranged with the perfect girls their mothers could find.  

Saif: what did you tell her?

Hamad: I didn't say anything

Hours later...

Hamad was at his house when he received a text message from his sister 

Text from Fatima

Are you home?

Text to fatima

Yes, why?

Text from Fatima

I'm coming over

That was out of the blue he thought to himself. His sister never visited him in a rush, that was when he knew something was up. He was sitting watching TV when she entered the house with a plastic bag in her hand.

Hamad: sho kila ha?

Fatima: food, ana yoo3ana

Hamad: mashallah yaya baitii o yayba akel bs 7agch?

Fatima: I brought two servings

Hamad: I gave you the key for emergencies, not to barge in here whenever you felt like it

Fatima: I already have the key why ring the bell, so I let myself in

He just sighed at his sister, after all she is his older sister. She placed the plastic bag on the table and got plates and spoons from the kitchen making herself right at home.

Hamad: so what brings you here?

He said with curious eyes wanting to know the reason behind her visit

Fatima: are you ready for marriage?

She went straight to the point, which he admired in his sister. She never beat around the bush.

Hamad: I'm 32

Fatima: I didn't ask for your age Hamad!

Hamad: what do you want me to tell you?

Fatima: are you over Jawaher?

Hamad: that was seven years ago and why bring it up

She just looked at him waiting for an answer. She wanted to make sure he was ready for everything. He has never dated seriously after Jawaher. Jawaher was the one that got away leaving him heart broken.

Hamad: Yes, I haven't thought of her for awhile now

Fatima was relieved, she knew he was saying the truth because she knew when he was lying she would always catch him in a lie.

Fatima: good, because mother has already picked someone

Hamad: she did, anyone I know?

Fatima: yes, you've met I believe

He looked at her confused

Fatima: Meera Al X