NUR
I slide out of bed and switch all the lights of the room on. Ahyan groans, placing a hand over his eyes to shield himself of the glare of the too-bright yellow spotlights, no doubt.
“Angh . . . what are you doing?” He asks in that male-groggy voice. I can’t blame him for being this way since he had spent a long day at the bakery today.
But my family is calling and I feel weird going out to talk to them so this room it is.
“Shh,” Is all I say to him, hurrying to the side table to grab his phone. They’re calling there since, you know, I don’t have a phone or any other device.
I swipe a finger across the screen and loud hustling greets me from the other end. I smile so wide, I think my lips will crack. But that’s exactly what I’ve been missing. Sure, living with Ahyan is . . . anoth
