Anyelir
True to his words, Ferdinand comes back as he promised last week. The man, who now grows a thin beard ，brings lots of toys for Lathif and cookies for my parents. I reprimand him because I think it is troublesome and too much, considering our relationship which is still no more than friends. I feel bad, of course.
“Is it wrong to be nice to prospective childrenchild and in-laws?” Ferdinand says it with a teasing expression, as a response to my objection.
We are now sitting on the front porch, keeping a distance, but not too far, chatting while watching Lathif busy with his toys. My parents went inside after having a brief chat with Ferdinand.
I fall silent after hearing his words, confused about what to say. But I can’t hide the blush on my cheeks and I’m sure, Ferdinand has see
