“I am sorry. You are right.” I say feeling guilty. I should try to hold my emotion and act maturely. She is right. I can’t always act impulsively. “Nyla, I am your friend and I will always be. I have taken no one’s side. What I have done it was always for you.” She says sadly. I know I shouldn’t have said that to her. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” I say apologetically. “it’s Ok,” she says and comes to me and we hug each other. After some time, we pull back and sit on the sofa resting. “Now, are you going to give me something to eat or not? I am famished.” She asks. “What do you want to have? Haven’t you eaten your dinner?” I ask. It’s already midnight. “Anything. I am starving.” She says. I smile and walk toward my kitchen. I take instant noodles and cook them with

