These days, the smartphone was glued to Tasnim's hands. Every few minutes, she touched the phone. It was difficult to let the screen stay pitch black.
' Anytime. He can come back anytime,' Tasnim convinced herself almost every night. Well, after a lot of crying of course.
It was getting manic. Every single week, Tasnim went back to Johari. It was always the same question: any news? And Johari was good enough to entertain Tasnim despite the fact that they were only connected by Adam.
' It's ok, Tasnim. I would want to help my friend be happy,' a sad smile on Johari's face. Tasnim understood that too well.
It was as if Tasnim can see Adam everywhere she went at work. The only place that she felt safe from memories was her floor. Sometimes, she could see Adam in the elevator, other times at the lobby. It nearly drove her to tears because she knew her brain was playing tricks on her. It was just because she missed Adam so much.
It was as if Tasnim tried to cling to every memory that linked her to Adam. It was already two months since Adam disappeared but she kept waiting. She was never alone at night; tears will always be with her, wetting her pillow too.
It was not only Adam, Tasnim seemed to losing her touch too.
Days passed and suddenly it was already weekend. It was officially the days of mourning for her. It was normal for her to sleep really long hours these days, a sign of loneliness. Except that the ring of the phone interrupted her deep slumber.
Hanna.
' Morning love!' Hanna sounded very much awake. Tasnim looked at the clock and was surprised. 9 am and Hanna was already up? It was either something was really wrong or ...
' Morning..' Tasnim answered closely while getting up from the bed. ' Is everything..oke?'
Hanna laughed on the other line. ' What? What do you mean? Of course I am fine. Where are you at?' Hanna sounded as if she was outside, near the streets.
' Home. Just got up,' Tasnim rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked towards the kitchen. The city has long been awake.
' Great. Open up, I'm outside,' And there was a bang on the door.
' What? Hanna!' but the line was already dead.
Outside the door, Hanna was standing with two small cups that can only mean coffee, flashing a 500 megawatt smile.
' Hanna, I haven't showered!'
' Now is the perfect time. Go or the coffee will be cold,' Hanna made herself at home in the apartment that belonged to Tasnim's family. That got Tasnim smiling.
Just as Tasnim stepped out of the shower, something that smelled delicious wafted through the air.
A smiling Hanna greeted Tasnim who just stepped out of the room. 'Scrambled eggs, you oke with it?'
' Thank you,' Tasnim took a seat, realising that she hadn't had a bite since last night.
She scooped some of the eggs with some bread and popped into her mouth. It was as if the dish was the most delicious thing that Tasnim ever consumed. Well, she certainly looked like it.
A few minutes of having the dish, Tasnim realised something. She looked up to Hanna who was staring at her.
' Want more?' it was Hanna's code for ' for a moment there, you looked happy. Please take good care of yourself. You don't deserve this'. Yes, everything that she already said last week.
Tasnim could not answer and just put up a hand.
Hanna smiled again.
' She's recuperating.' A message was sent to Khalid.
' Anytime. He can come back anytime,' Tasnim convinced herself almost every night. Well, after a lot of crying of course.
It was getting manic. Every single week, Tasnim went back to Johari. It was always the same question: any news? And Johari was good enough to entertain Tasnim despite the fact that they were only connected by Adam.
' It's ok, Tasnim. I would want to help my friend be happy,' a sad smile on Johari's face. Tasnim understood that too well.
It was as if Tasnim can see Adam everywhere she went at work. The only place that she felt safe from memories was her floor. Sometimes, she could see Adam in the elevator, other times at the lobby. It nearly drove her to tears because she knew her brain was playing tricks on her. It was just because she missed Adam so much.
It was as if Tasnim tried to cling to every memory that linked her to Adam. It was already two months since Adam disappeared but she kept waiting. She was never alone at night; tears will always be with her, wetting her pillow too.
It was not only Adam, Tasnim seemed to losing her touch too.
Days passed and suddenly it was already weekend. It was officially the days of mourning for her. It was normal for her to sleep really long hours these days, a sign of loneliness. Except that the ring of the phone interrupted her deep slumber.
Hanna.
' Morning love!' Hanna sounded very much awake. Tasnim looked at the clock and was surprised. 9 am and Hanna was already up? It was either something was really wrong or ...
' Morning..' Tasnim answered closely while getting up from the bed. ' Is everything..oke?'
Hanna laughed on the other line. ' What? What do you mean? Of course I am fine. Where are you at?' Hanna sounded as if she was outside, near the streets.
' Home. Just got up,' Tasnim rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked towards the kitchen. The city has long been awake.
' Great. Open up, I'm outside,' And there was a bang on the door.
' What? Hanna!' but the line was already dead.
Outside the door, Hanna was standing with two small cups that can only mean coffee, flashing a 500 megawatt smile.
' Hanna, I haven't showered!'
' Now is the perfect time. Go or the coffee will be cold,' Hanna made herself at home in the apartment that belonged to Tasnim's family. That got Tasnim smiling.
Just as Tasnim stepped out of the shower, something that smelled delicious wafted through the air.
A smiling Hanna greeted Tasnim who just stepped out of the room. 'Scrambled eggs, you oke with it?'
' Thank you,' Tasnim took a seat, realising that she hadn't had a bite since last night.
She scooped some of the eggs with some bread and popped into her mouth. It was as if the dish was the most delicious thing that Tasnim ever consumed. Well, she certainly looked like it.
A few minutes of having the dish, Tasnim realised something. She looked up to Hanna who was staring at her.
' Want more?' it was Hanna's code for ' for a moment there, you looked happy. Please take good care of yourself. You don't deserve this'. Yes, everything that she already said last week.
Tasnim could not answer and just put up a hand.
Hanna smiled again.
' She's recuperating.' A message was sent to Khalid.
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