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ᴴᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ⁱˢ ᵈᵉˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ, she is playing with a cat not far away from where I stood earlier today. I could tell that she loves animals, especially cats. My lips curved up in a grin. I don't know what I'm doing right now, but the fact that I'm observing her is....like a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

Honestly speaking, the moment I laid my eyes on her I knew I felt something. My heart beats rapidly and my jaw tightens. I couldn't give her a proper apology due to my mind was mesmerized by her...

Her eyes. Dark as midnights and the way her eyelashes flutters on her eyes. Both of these compliments each other. And....

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I shouldn't be describing a lady right now. Astagrafirullah Uthman. But judging by her face, she is not from here. A foreigner.

I glanced at my Rolex watch which wraps my wrist perfectly. 1.45 p.m. Ah. I almost forgot I have to come home early before the clock strikes 2 p.m. My gaze travels back to that lady. Oh? She's scanning her surrounding.

Is it because of me? .... Seriously Uthman I know that you are the big shot but do not be overconfident that she's looking for you, cocky. Without realizing it, her eyes are fixed in my direction. I quickly grab my phone and turn around, pretending to be on call with someone. After a few seconds passed, I rotate my body to its original position.

THAT was closed. Stop it. You are just gonna waste your time watching her, who brings nothing to you. It's not like anything gonna happens, and even if something does, it's not gonna end well. I turned my body and walk towards the mosque gate.

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"Assalamualaikum Ma," My voice travels through the marble flow that decorated this mansion. Black and white marbles, I still remember that day we went shopping to buy these marbles.

" Uthman," she said gently. I reached for her hand and give her salam. She gives the most dazzling smile ever. Her eyes wrinkle and so do her dimples. Warmth radiates this person even from miles away.

There she is, my Omi. My beloved Omi. The one that I go through blood, sweat, and tears with. Even after all these months I haven't stepped foot in here, I praise and thankful to Allah that the person whom I love is still standing in front of me. She pulls my body in her embrace.

" I got something for you, close your eyes. " I take out a rose bouquet behind me. It was enchanting to look at, those scarlet petals, aromatic and clean fragrance mark the beauty of roses. Plus it was Omi's favorite.

She gasps and her mouth stretches wide " thank you, Uthman." she utters.

" These roses are lovely. Come to the kitchen, we have prepared for you. And your favorite is waiting!"

" My favorite? you mean..." don't tell me..

" Yes my son, your favorite" she chuckles seeing my reaction.

"Thank you so so much, Omi." O Allah, please blessed this lovely person in front of me.

" Ok now, let's head to the kitchen together. Your Abba is waiting " I nod and we arrive at the kitchen. Abba is sitting in the middle of the green marbles with a white accent dining table. I take my place beside him, and so does Omi.