COLORS

CHAPTER 1.

The cold breeze engulfs her and compels her to close her eyes even though it doesn't matter. Her open eyes or close, they only show darkness.

Her face felt the cold winds hitting her cheeks softly. It was a relief and blessing at least she could feel it. The beauty of the town was on the point of termination but for her, it was still beautiful because she only feels with her heart. Her Allah had given her enough power to feel what winter feels like and she was blessed and thankful.

So what if she can't see? Sometimes colors of the world become dull not feelings.

She heard small approaching steps, and a smile droned to her lips. " Did you find it? " She asked with her big eyes which fill out with curiosity and excitement.

" Yeah! Yeah! Here is your snowdrop. " She felt someone bring her hand forth and made her hold a few sticks which felt fresh and slightly wet. Her smile widen and she leaned it closer to her nose. A sweet and relieving scent passed through her all body after nostrils.

She loves it.

Flowers are something you don't need to see but their scent is enough to make you wonder how beautiful they're.

" See, I give you, your favorite flowers now where are my cookies? " She heard her say, indeed with a big pout. She felt warmth with her love towards the cookies she baked.

She looked pointless up with her blind eyes as her hands went into the bag, she always carries. A leather bag with a brownish shade, hanging on her one shoulder. Her hands tried to find the small wooden box and finally, her hands caught the hard wooden. She grinned, and her white teeth came into the display.

" Here. " She forwarded it, turning her face a little right to left. Trying to get an idea where her best friend was standing, a hand that seems cold came and grabbed the box.

" Are you giving me the whole box? " She heard her screaming in excitement like a kid who got her favorite cookies. It was the same with her best friend, through.

She nodded with a cordial smile but her brown eyes widen when a sudden hug made her stumble back. " Thank you, thank you, thank you. " More than twice she heard her shouting those words in glee. She let out a small laugh.

" You helped me too, thanks for the flower. " She broke the hug and leaned the flower closer to her nose. Sniffing it.

" Never mind, giving you flowers aren't as hardworking as baking cookies. You know, I'm horrible when it comes to cooking. " She heard her dramatic tone.

" I had an idea, but baking cookies isn't difficult though, Amy. " She fixed her hijab as it was shifting backward even though it doesn't budge since the morning.

" Hmm. You're saying that because you're good at cooking. " She heard her complaining and before she could reply shouting was heard by them.

" Dianna. " The shouting was firm and clear, they both smiled. Another shouting echoed. " Amy. "

" Should we hide or tell him? " She heard Amy says in a naughty tone.

" Are you in the mood to play? " She asked with small giggles and held her mouth.

" I'm always, in the mood to play. Sweetheart. Let's go. " They both giggled and Amy helped her to hide behind the huge tree. " I'm going to hide in the direction of three clocks. " Amy informed but didn't wait for the reply and run another side. She heard another shouting with a huffing sound.

" C'mon, are you two hiding? it's crime to pay with a cop. " She put her palm on her mouth, to stop her laughs. He was huffing as climbing into the valley. She heard him coming from the left huffing loudly, indeed his stamina has dry up by now.