Prologue

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I walked slowly towards the door as my endless search for the book I desire was still endless. I pushed the glass door of the book store and to my surprise, it hits someone.

"Err, sorry?"

The girl, who fell and is currently sitting on the floor, rubbed her head, the spot where the door hit her I suppose. I wanted to help but I hesitated.

She finally stood up, her hazel eyes stared into mine for 5 seconds and she looked away while muttering it's okay under her breath. She then glazed at her watch and I assume that she was late since she rushed to go across the street. Something made me wonder if I can see her again, and for what reason.

At that moment, I saw a book on the floor, left by the girl, entitled, "Love is A Gift".

Yes, speaking of  girls and romance, can never be separated. However, this girl is slightly different, as I picked up the book, I recalled her big round hazel eyes, tanned skin, symmetrical face, clumsy attitude and pink hijab....

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Note: Love is A Gift isn't a real book, but its description and quotes will be in proceeding chapters.

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