There were only him and me in that space:
" apa khabar, Farah?"
"okay je. camni lah"
"pakwe sihat?"
"pakwe??"
"alah, pakwe yang msg abang dulu?"
"huh?? ada ke? kenapa orang tak tahu pun???"
"ada..."
then, people started entering the space. cant ask further question. its hanging there.
The way he looked, the way he holds my hand,
its same as before.
same as 6 years ago.
A same person with a different status.
He is married to Farah.
not me, but someone else.
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