𝘼 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 13: Those were Signs

“Give me the address of The old lady Saba! I am going there!”.

Listening to his tone Grandma turned around now facing him, she was taken aback by Taehyung's sudden outburst, not realizing he had been crying. She looked at him with concern and saw the tears in his eyes, but he had already wiped them away.

"Taehyung, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Taehyung's voice was shaking with emotion. "Just give me the address, Grandma. I need to see her. I need to talk to her."

Grandma hesitated, sensing something was wrong. "Taehyung, calm down. What's going on? Why do you need to see Miss Saba so urgently?"

But Taehyung cut her off, his anger and frustration boiling over. "Just give me the address, Grandma! Please! I can't take this anymore!"

Grandma saw the desperation in his eyes and knew she had to relent. "Okay, Taehyung. The address is 345 XYZ Street.”

 "Will not it be good if I'll come with you, Taehyung."

"No, Grandma, it's okay. I need to go alone there.” Taehyung said now wearing his shoes.

"Alright, but remember they've their own culture and their own way of thinking you have to understand them and respect their religion” 

“Yeah yeah I won't disrespect anyone at least not any older”.

“Okay dear, but eat breakfast first don't go without eating”. 

“I'll eat on the way”. Taehyung said being in hurry.

“Okay then be careful and don't hesitate to call me if you need me”.

“Okay I'll, I'm going, take care of yourself”

While getting out of the gate taehyung said to grandma bidding good bye.

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Taehyung opened the door and slid into the taxi, his eyes fixed on the address in his hand. "345 XYZ Street, please," he said to the driver, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation.

The driver nodded and started the engine, pulling out of the driveway and into the morning traffic. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, his mind racing with thoughts of Miss Saba and what he would say to her.

As the taxi drove on, Taehyung's anxiety grew. What would he find when he got there? Would Miss Saba be able to help him? He clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. The taxi turned a corner, and Taehyung's eyes fixed on the building ahead. 345 XYZ Street. His destination. His heart skipped a beat as the taxi pulled up to the curb, and Taehyung took a deep breath before stepping out onto the sidewalk.

Taehyung stood before the small, cozy house, its white walls and flower-filled garden exuding a sense of peace and serenity.. The windows sparkled in the morning light, and the door, adorned with a wreath of fresh flowers, seemed to welcome him with open arms. The tranquil atmosphere was a balm to his troubled soul, and for a moment, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and reached out to knock on the door.

Taehyung stood frozen, his hand poised to knock on the door. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, his heart racing with anticipation and nerves. He could feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on him, making his chest heavy.

"Come on, Taehyung," he muttered to himself, trying to muster up the courage to knock. "You can do this. Just talk to her, explain how you feel.” But his thoughts were a tangled mess, and he couldn't seem to untangle them.