It was late in the evening when Megan finished packing, she didn't carry much so there wasn't much to pack but she had taken her time, thinking and crying and packing. She thought to forget Omar but even she knew that it would be even more difficult, he was to get married to someone else, someone of a higher social status and of power, someone of influence and she was just a regular, simple American who just fell in love. She had cried so much that her eyes were now puffy. She sat, and waited, gazing outside the window, she let her mind wander, praying that Samir got here before Omar, she didn't want him to see her leaving.
When Samir had gotten the message from the sheik, he hadn't hesitated but he was curious and he knew something was not right, the sheik wouldn't tell him but maybe Megan might if he coaxed her successfully. He arrived at the house an hour later, the sheik was seated in the living room waiting to welcome him, the sheik smiled when he saw the young man. Samir bowed in greeting.
"I came as soon as I received your message, is errr... Everything alright?"
"Everything is alright Samir, I just need your help with something."
"Anything sheik."
"Megan..."
"Megan?"
"Yes Megan, I need you to help me take her back to America," he faced Samir who was somehow shocked. "She requested herself."
"Hmm.." he calmed down a bit, breathing out before adding, "and Omar?" He knew of Omar's intentions towards Megan, he had done his homework which had binvolved paying for most of the information he now had.
"Work." His answer was simple, Samir knew that 'work' involved the marriage. If Omar was going to marry the princess, then why bring Megan in the first place.
A sudden noise claimed the attention of Samir, he watched her walked down the stairs dragging a small bag by her side, her head was down and her movement slow, when she got to the last stair she looked up, Samir was here. She watched his lips twitch in a smile, he stretched his back and shoved his hands into his trouser pocket the grey suit he wore encouraged his frame, he wasn't as muscular as Omar, but he was just as attractive.
"Megan, how have you been faring?" She looked drained and weak, making him wonder how she was being treated since she came here.
"Hmm... Good." She replied. She wasn't in the mood for talks, she was only in the mood to ride a plane back to America.
"Are you set? Then let's go." Samir said, reaching to help her in lifting the small bag. Megan nodded, she glanced quickly at the sheik and bowed slightly, not uttering a word.
"Let's go." She said to Samir, and almost immediately she heard his voice and they froze. She was really hoping to have left before he would come back.
"And where are you going to?" Omar stepped in, anger showed on his face as he focused his gaze on Megan, she held his eyes briefly before looking down, this was what she wanted to avoid - the questions.
"Where are you going to and without letting me know about it." He questioned, his voice echoing round the large space.
"Megan here says she wants to return home." The sheik answered and sat back down, crossing his legs.
"Megan...?"
"I'm returning back to America Omar, I want to go back."
"And without so much as telling me?" He moved his gaze to Samir who stood quietly watching Megan. "And you're going back with him?" Omar was broken.
'I'm not getting back together with him Omar, I love you and you know it, but these few days have really broken me and I just want to fix myself up, away from all this mess, away from these troubles and mostly away from your father. You're to get married to a princess. A princess! And who am I to stop that? Even you can't stop that no matter how much hope you paint into my view. I'm not running away from you Omar but then what choices do I have here?'
She wanted to say that to him, to assure him of her intentions but she couldn't, from the corner of her eye she saw the sheik whose attention was on her, watching her keenly like a hawk would watch a chick before swooping down to grab it. One wrong move Megan.
"Yes I am, with Samir." Both Omar and Samir looked at her in shock, Omar was pained, he watched her walk past him in a hurry then he grabbed her arm.
"If you do this then you would be dead to me Megan." Omar spoke, stopping her at the door with his words hoping for her to turn back and run into his arms, but she didn't, rather she paused, looked over her shoulder and smiled weakly.
"Goodbye Omar." With that she gently removed his hold on her arm and left with Samir who couldn't help but grin. She was coming back together with him. Haha.
The story is getting tougher and tougher as even I don't know who she should end up with. @Ozzyy @Hanzell
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That shouldn't be enough to make omar hate her ;;-;; ugh this is getting more and more painfil to read ;;-;;