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I used to ask myself a lot of questions. Reasons why I did or didn't do something. Explanations.
But the question I'd never had an absolute answer for was this;
What was happiness?
Was it the feeling I got when Mom took Jane and I to get ice cream?
Or was it the one where our favorite cousins come over and we played in the mud until we exhausted ourselves?
I couldn't give an answer to it. I just didn't understand it. But I desperately wanted to find it. Experience it.
Then I met them. Kiki. Omar. Zeki.
We were eminently different, from different worlds. We had opposing opinions on everything and occasionally butted heads in the beginning. But that book brought us together and somehow, in the midst of it all, we forged a friendship beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Then I experienced it all.
That sudden jolt of electricity when we jumped over the fence and Zeki couldn't climb fast enough.
That bubbly feeling when we sneaked out of my birthday party and almost got caught by the guards.
The intense fluttering in my chest when Omar started living for himself and when Zeki finally overcame his fears. And most of all, when Kiki told me she loved me.
Then I realized. I'd found it. Happiness. True happiness.
Then, I cried.
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Jigsaw
RomanceThis story is about Jamil, Kiki, Omar and Zeki, though whose chances of meeting were close to zero, still met and formed an awkward friendship strong enough to overcome the biggest of obstacles. And together, they uncover secrets that were better of...
