Memory: 19

' What have I gotten myself into?' Tasnim asked while sitting back, slumping into the sofa. Khalid leaned in, looking at Tasnim through the mist of coffee steam.

' It's not your problem to start with. Why make it one?'

' I know but don't you think he needed someone?'

' For what?' Khalid looked at Tasnim, as if in wonder.

' Unload his feelings, tell him his problems and such?'

' He has othere friends, surely. Like you. You have Hanna and I.'

Tasnim went silent.

' His friend...what was the name again?'

' Johari.'

' Yes, Johari. They seemed quite close. And by the sound of it, he has othere buddies to, I presume.'

What Khalid said make sense.

' So, why did he had to tell me that?'

' You mean about the problems?'

Tasnim can only nod.

Khalid stared at Tasnim for a second before returning to his coffee. ' Someone with a big heart like you...he's stupid to let that go.'

' Khalid!' Tasnim laughed. ' You are not even trying to answer my question!'

' I would have unload all my problems unto you if I were him. No question,' Kalid continued to sip his coffee while avoiding to look at Tasnim.

' Why?'

' Because I trust you.'

Trust. That was a start.