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A T - T A R I K H

[arabic → the date] 

"Hey,"

Nathan looked up at the figure above him—and from that moment on, he knew that it was her. He had been sitting in the bar for hours, just like every day since Tahira told him the bitter truth about his accident.

"Hey," he replied grouchily.

"You okay?" Maya bent down, putting her hands on top of his. "What happened? You look sad for some reason."

"Oh," Nathan straightened himself, putting on a light smile on his face as he spoke. "I just feel tired. In fact, I'm very tired right now—I don't know why but it's like that."

Maya smiled a little, finding herself a stool for her to sit on. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I know this is pretty random, but umm," Maya looked down, digging her fingers deeper into her palm. "Will you go out on a date with me?"

Nathan stood up slowly, his eyes glassy. And suddenly, his head started to spin—he fell ill, just like the day when he woke up from his coma. He landed hard on the stool, and tears started to fall.

There was something about her voice—it felt too familiar, and he didn't know why. Was it because of his memories? Who is Maya to him? Why is he being so emotional and always in pain? He didn't what was wrong with him so he took a deep breath, but the sudden tears wouldn't budge.

Panicking, Maya landed her hands on his back, "Are you okay? Is everything okay? I—I didn't mean to just ask you out like that. If you don't want to, it's okay."

"I—I'm fine." Nathan spat,breathing out heavily. Wiping away the tears, he tried his best to smile. "Uh, about the date—I would love to, yeah."    

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