An Unforgettable Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Heidi’s friend Layla is getting married and she is one of her bridesmaids. But the day before her wedding, one of Heidi’s other friends – Noha – goes through a very miserable experience; her father has a heart attack. Heidi is torn apart between trying to make it to Layla’s wedding and trying to be there for Noha.

Submitted: July 21, 2010

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I was on my way to Layla’s place to attend her henna night when Noha called me. I could immediately tell that something was wrong.
“Heidi … my dad … he’s unwell … I don’t know what it is … his secretary called us up to say that he was taken to hospital .. I don’t even know which hospital it is yet.”
“Oh, I am so sorry to hear this.”
I was fully aware that I was expected to go over to her and comfort her, but what about Layla?
“I’ll give you a ring when I find out which hospital it is. Do you mind coming over then?”
“No, no, of course not. Just let me know and I’ll be right there.”
What else could I say?
I arrived at Layla’s shortly. It was so crowded, the place was full of family and friends.
“Yaaay! Bridesmaid number three is here! Please don’t forget that you have to be at the hotel tomorrow at 3 pm sharp,” Layla said to me as soon as I walked on in.
“Of course, I’ll be there before then, I promise” I said and wondered whether I would be able to keep that promise.
Inevitably, Noha called me an hour or so later and I sneaked out without explaining myself, hoping that I would go unnoticed in the crowd. For I felt that it was rather inappropriate to tell Layla – a bride to be - all about the disturbing news of someone she did not even know the day before her wedding.
The drive from Maadi all the way to Masr El Gedida took two hours and fifteen minutes. I finally arrived at the hospital looking exhausted to find that Noha was completely devastated. Her father had had a heart attack and was in a very critical condition. I spent the rest of the day trying to comfort her. Luckily, Layla did not call me, which led me to believe that she had not noticed my absence.
“It’s getting late, I have to go,” I told Noha at 10pm.
“No worries, I understand. But do you mind coming tomorrow?”
“Of course not, I’ll be here early in the morning.”

As I drove back home, I decided to wake up early next day and head to the hospital. I would stay there till around 2pm and then somehow leave and rush to the hotel in which Layla’s wedding was due to take place.

* * * * *

I didn’t get much sleep that night. Next day, I woke up at 8am, had breakfast and put on a pair of jeans, a blue top and sneakers. I took the pink silk dress that I was going to wear at the wedding with me and left it in the car.
I arrived at the hospital an hour and a half or so later to find that Noha and her whole family were all on the verge of a nervous breakdown. They had been told that her father was probably not going to make it. I was so shocked myself but tried not to show it and did my best to comfort Noha.
Before I knew it, it was 2pm.
“Noha I am very sorry, I really have to go, but I will be back as soon as I can.” Of course I did not tell her that I had to go in order to attend a wedding, that would have been very inappropriate. But missing Layla’s wedding was totally out of the question.
“Please don’t go, please don’t go,” she kept saying.
“Ok, I won’t, I won’t go,” I simply had no choice.
I stayed on for another hour or so. Then my mobile phone rang. It was Layla. I moved away from Noha and her family before I took her call.
“Heidi, where in the world are you? How can you not be there for me on this very special day?”
“I am sorry. I am so sorry. I’ll be right there.”
But it took me a whole hour to get myself to tell Noha that I really needed to go but I promised to be back as soon as possible. My plan was to attend some of Layla’s wedding – especially the entrance - and half an hour or so later, I would sneak out unnoticed and rush back to the hospital.
I arrived at the hotel lat 6 pm. I took out the dress and it was only then that I realized that I had forgotten to bring the silver sandals that I was going to wear. I stood there in the middle of the hotel’s parking lot in disbelief. A few minutes later, I decided that I had no choice but to drive back home and fetch them.
At 7:30pm I was on my way back to the hotel when my mobile phone rang. It was Layla.
“Heidi, you said that you would be here like 3 hours ago. All of the other bridesmaids are all dressed up and have had their hair and make-up done and the photographer is waiting for us. You are going to ruin my wedding! How could do this to me?!”
“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” I kept saying. “I am on my way. I am nearly there.”
I got there at 8:15 pm. I ran up to the room where the bridesmaids were getting ready for the weeding. As I walked in they all gave me this look. One of them told me that the photographer was already taking pictures of Layla and the groom and that we were expected to join them as soon as I was ready. I changed very quickly and then had my hair and make-up done. We then joined the bride and groom. I smiled at Layla and said:
“Congratulations honey.”
But she only gave me this disappointed look.
When we were done, we dispersed and were to get back together in half an hour’s time to accompany the bride and groom in their entrance into the hall.
My mobile phone rang. It was Noha.
“Heidi, … my dad … my dad passed away.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God. I am so sorry. I’ll be right there.”
I dashed to my car and drove to Noha’s place. An hour or so later I walked into a house full of mourners, who were clad in black from head to toe, in my pink silk dress. They all looked up and stared at me.
Meanwhile, Layla had broken into tears when she learned that I had disappeared all together a few minutes before her wedding was due to begin. For it would look very odd if she walked in with just five bridesmaids and not six.


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