Bahasa Arabnya Ruang Tidur Novels & Stories

"Is this a fucking joke?" I yell at Cole softly as soon as we step out of Arabella's room. "Language. She's sleeping," Cole replies just as softly, though a smile tugs at his lips. I punch him lightly in the arm, making him chuckle. “What are you up to?” I ask, exasperated, as he leads me through the gigantic house. "We can sleep in my childhood bedroom. If it makes you feel better, I've never brought a woman here," he says, opening the door to a room that screams teenage boy—posters, guitars on the wall, but spotlessly clean as if frozen in time.

“Come and see our room!” Julius didn’t fight as the twins dragged him along to their bedroom. Surprisingly, the walls were neutral colors, but the ceiling and walls were decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars. There was a bed on each side of the room, along with a desk, dresser and bookshelves. Each side was practically a mirror image with minor differences. Aria dragged him all the way to her bed and made him sit down before grabbing a book. “Will you read us a bedtime story?”

Heria looked hopefully at Arabella. Arabella didn’t hesitate, “Deal.” She replied, “I will gladly share more than a bed. I mean, there are two couches in this living area and plenty of floor room as well. If a family comes in I willl gladly give up the big bedroom for them. Agreed?”

The innkeeper still looked a bit suspicious, but eventually she grabbed a string of keys from under the counter and moved towards the stairs. "All right, then. I'll show you to your room." Their suite was a spacious room with a fireplace and an adjoining room that contained a sink and a water closet. Arabella occupied the massive bed, while Matthew settled on the planked floor with an additional blanket. Warm and comfortable under her blanket, Arabella soon fell asleep, whereas he could barely get some rest. As he lay wide awake in the dark, the appalling scene of the incident hours before kept playing out in his head.

“Yeah. I also know a bit of colloquial Arabic from when we were in Egypt. And a bit of Spanish from Andalusia. Oh, and a bit of Hindi and even some Welsh. I’ve always been good with languages,” “Wait, you know Arabic? Keyf-al-haal ya habibti!” “Whoa dude, I was like, really young. And it was just a bit of local Egyptian Arabic that we needed for our stay there, though I do plan on learning it.” Zehra dimmed. “Oh, alright. Would’ve been cool to have someone to speak in Arabic to. By the way, what’s the time?” “7.20 pm” Zehra jumped up. “Astaghfirullah, I haven’t prayed Maghrib! Do you have a mat?”

"You don't have to... We have a guest room." Arthur shook his head in disagreement. "Please, let me sleep out... I don't feel safe in closed room." She requested, worried that he will not agree. He frowned at the weird fear but nodded making her smile gratefully. Arabella sat on the couch in the living room while they both went to their rooms. Arthur came out after freshening up and watched his little Dove from upstairs. She was fixing her dress and was yawning like a cute kid. He has never seen something so innocent.

I just hope they can all forgive me for what must be done. Arabella's Dream I'm in a room with pitch-black walls and a black marble floor. There are fire torches that fill up the entire room. There is a platform with two thrones, both black, with red velvet cushions. One is taller than the other. "Arabella," a voice says behind me.

— Later That Night After a quick shower and quiet breaths alone, I made my way into Aria’s room. It always smelled like strawberries and lavender. There was something utterly untouched about it. Her room was beautiful—soft lavender walls, shimmering fairy lights hanging delicately along the window frames. Stuffed teddies littered the bed like an army of fluff and fur, a few even sitting in a tiny tea set circle on the floor.

I stop, realizing I'm spilling my heart out to a child who isn't even eight yet. Arabella blinks again, her kind, innocent eyes taking me in. "You should sleep on that," she says simply. "My teacher says sleeping on big problems helps your brain fix them." She turns and points to a dark wooden door at the end of the hall. "That's your room." Without another word, she turns on her heel and skips away toward her own room. I stand alone in the hallway for a second, shaking my head. Turning the handle, I push open the door to the guest room. It's massive, beautifully decorated in neutral tones with a plush king-sized bed, high ceilings, and an ensuite bathroom off to the side. It looks like some

She drained the water from the tub, pulled a towel from the door and wrapped it around her waist. She took in deep breaths and walked into the room with her towel tied firmly around her chest. Except for the bed in the middle of the room, the small wardrobe and the dressing table, there was nothing else in the large hexagonal four walled space she stood in. Just like the bathroom, the room consisted of high walls, a gray marble floor and deep indigo walls, and the bed sat in the middle of the room, all alone. Arabella squinted her brows as she spotted something almost immediately.