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— H O O R —

. . .

The night we had dinner together, talking with each other about random things. Zahir was soft and nice to me, smiling at me all the time.

For a moment, indeed I was wondering about his behaviour towards me.

Do not get me wrong when I say every time I keep wondering about the change in his behavior. I have a hard time coping with Zahir and whatever has happened between us two was not good and bright at all.

At least not admirable.

So of course, the change in him would always surprise me. But it was only a moment. I did not trouble my brain regarding this but enjoyed his sweet side.

He is a handsome man with a good sense of humor. He is cute and lovely. Only when he is like that.

After dinner, we came back to our room and I spent time reading the Bible and praying. He was busy with his laptop again but after half an hour, he came and joined me.

He kneels beside me. Sensing his presence, I steal a glance at him and make a place for him, letting him sit beside me.