NUR
Ahyan had to wake me up at least a hundred times for Fajr and then at sharp 6, he claimed to have tried at least a thousand times. In my defense, I had slept after a long time unlike him, who fell asleep right away.
“Do you have a car?” I ask him once we’re done having breakfast and are ready to go about our day.
He cuts me a glare even as he holds the main door open for me like the gentleman that he is.
“Despite your assumptionsabout me,” he says the word ‘assumption’ like it’s a fatal disease. “I do have a car.”
Apparently a really nice one as well. The car is parked on the road some feet away from the house. It’s unfamiliar to me so I ask him what it is.
“Fiat Egea,” He says proudly, taking out the keys from his pocket and opening its door from the button. “I got it two years
