The Indus,
Northern Arvayarta
Charmeine is sitting in the gazebo she made. Her eyes roam around the surroundings of her house. The weather is fine. The sun is shining brightly as ever. The wind hugging, and kissing, her is calm and refreshing. It's a place of tranquility she ever dreamed of.
As he continues to roll her eyes on the surrounding, she saw Anwir standing from afar. In her garden, he watered the plants. She can only see his back. Then, she remembered how she heard his voice the day before. He was singing a song that made her heart skip a beat. He even knew the song she sang,, and it made her heart jump into happiness.
“Who are you, Anwir?”
That's what she always asks in her mind. She did everything to confirm his identity, but she failed. Charmeine doesn't know his origin
