Rumeysa sat alone at the isolated spot that she used to spend time with Muntaha. Whenever she was there, her heart would fill up with peace and tranquility. She loved waiting for her man or finding him waiting for her there.
Unfortunately, on this day, she felt pained to be there. Her man was not around to accompany her. She missed his presence , his mature talks and how much love he showed her. Muntaha was a man of actions more than he was of words. However, whenever he talked, she would feel how deep his words were.
It had been a week since the last time she saw him. Muntaha had showed up at the orphanage and accompanied her throughout like he always did. When they were finally alone, he had initiated another long discussion before biding her goodbye.
She let out a sigh as she recalled his every word.
A WEEK AGO.
