“Malik liked a post from a few years ago? Does that mean he’s snooping on my account too?” Isha muttered quietly.
Instantly, Isha opened Malik’s old posts again—a ridiculous thing she never thought she would do. Isha couldn’t understand why she had to occupy her mind thinking about Malik and whoever the woman was with him. It was Malik’s right, and Isha had no right to prevent or comment.
“Sha?” called Rosminah from the door.
“Yes, Ma’am?” replied Isha as she quickly turned off her phone and hurriedly opened her textbook as if she were studying. She said she wanted to learn.
“Can I come in?” asked Rosminah.
“Just come in, Ma’am. The door is unlocked,” replied Isha, who returned to her book.
The door opened, and Rosminah entered with a knowing smile.
“What's wrong, ma'am?” asked Isha
