The young woman – no, the young girl who came with Adi introduced herself as Melati’s younger sister. Yes, Melati, my late co-wife.
We all are sitting, enjoying the drinks and snacks made by Mom on the front porch while chatting.
“So, Kinan is Melati’s younger sister?” Mom asks, smiling. She probably attempts to confirm her hearing, thinking maybe she heard it wrong when Adi explained earlier.
Adi puts down his cup after taking a sip of the tea, “Yes, Mom. Kinan is like my sister. That’s why I want to introduce him to Lathif.”
“How old are you now?” asks Mom, staring at Kinan.
“Eighteen years, Auntie,” she replies innocently.
“That means you are still in high school, right?” Kinan nods. “Very young, but you already look like an adult woman... and MasyaAllah... you’re so beautiful,” M
