Isha’s hands were still shaking, her heart beating fast when she read Malik’s first message after so many years of friendship but under such unfortunate circumstances.
‘Reply? No? Reply? No?’ Isha was hesitant to reply to Malik’s message this time.
She didn’t know where the inspiration came from, which made Malik suddenly send a message to her; after all this time, they were in a state of mutual silence.
But after considering many things, as Rosminah often said, that Malik had done too much kindness to her, Isha finally decided to reply to Malik’s message.
“Waalaikum salam. Alhamdulillah, I am well,” Isha replied in a chat, typing with her hands shaking and her heart racing.
It was quiet. There was no reply. Isha silently waited for an answer by looking at her cell phone several times
