"Huzaifa, please don't take your father's anger to heart, you know he loves you very much, that's why he..."
"And you?!" Huzaifa finally opened his mouth.
"I...?" Moomal didn't understand his question.
Huzaifa took a step forward and stood closer to her.
Seeing him so close to her, Moomal wanted to step back, but before she could do so, Huzaifa grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.
Moomal looked at him in shock. "Huzaifa, this ...?"
"Answer me, Moomal! What do you think of me...?" If he had asked the same question on another day or in another situation, Moomal might have answered with a smile, but at that moment Huzaifa's burning eyes, his voice laced with unknown emotions, was overwhelming her with misunderstanding.
She did not understand what he was asking...?
And most of all, why did her heart want to give him the only answer she's been hiding for years?
Huzaifa's grip on her arm was strengthened at her silence.
