C h a p t e r 2: I Gotta Feeling
I'm at a payphone, trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you.
“What? Who?!” I exclaimed, jumping out of the bed.
It took me a while to realize that it was just Hayaa's cell phone's ringtone, which made me curse under my breath.
“Rise and shine, Hayaa.” I said sarcastically. I bet she didn't even hear me.
“Mtghdhawulgelt.” She groaned.
I picked up her BlackBerry and gasped.
16 missed calls from Dad, Mr. Diab... and 5 from Mr. Dokany, my dad.
I woke up after 21 rings!
“Shit!” I spat, sprinting around the room looking for my phone.
“HAYAA! WE'RE DOOMED!” I shouted.
“Aaaaaahhh! What! What's happening, why are you yelling?!” She cried, sitting up.
“They freakin' called us like a zillion times or something!” I said all too fast that it was barely coherent.
“CALM DOWN! You're getting on my nerves!”
I finally found my iPhone in the back pocket of my jeans.
“Check your phone Miss. Keep Calm!” I unlocked the screen and half-squeaked.
24 missed calls, Dad.
Hayaa snatched her phone off the bed-side table then looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
“Dad's like going to officially assassinate me!” I cried.
“Erain...” She looked at me gob-smacked. She only says my full name when she knows we're screwed, BIG TIME.
“Dad told me like five times that I have to answer every call, even if it was at the spit of dawn! And here I am, with 24 missed calls, plus 5 on your phone… 29 MISSED CALLS!”
I gawked at my phone's screen like it was a dead rat.
Hayaa suddenly gasped and her phone slipped out of her hand but thankfully made a safe landing on her bed.
“Oh, God! My dad's calling again. What should I do?!” My mouth lost all its moisture as I stared at her like she was a zombie.
Finally, life got me speechless...
“I SAID HE'S CALLING!” Hayaa screamed, waving her hands in the air like a mad woman.
“ANSWER HIM!” I screamed back then I took a deep breath and said calmly, “Just Keep Calm and answer him. Tell him we were asleep, which is actually the truth,” then I added, gulping, “Imma call my dad.”
“H-Hello?” Hayaa stuttered, answering the call. Her phone wasn't on loudspeaker, but I could still hear Mr. Diab's furious voice.
If her dad's that mad, how'd my dad be?
“No, we're fine. I mean, ehna kowayseen.”She mumbled, walking towards the balcony. She opened the glass door slowly and leaned out, probably to check that the next door balcony was clear, then exited the room.
I sighed and went back to staring at my phone.
Better get this over with, Rai. I thought to myself.
I gulped again and tapped Call.
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