“Thank you for talking to me for four periods, Brother. I hope you don't have any more fights at school, whatever the cause,” Isha said as she drove Malik back to his house.
Malik smiled sweetly and nodded. Isha knew that the smile was just a camouflage for the anxiety in his heart.
“You also study well.” That was the only message Malik gave.
“Okay, I'm going home first,” Isha said with a heavy heart.
Malik nodded with the market message, “Yes. Be careful on the road.”
Isha nodded and took off on her motorcycle to go home. Riding her bike at a low speed, Isha’s heart was restless.
“How was it, Sha?” asked Rosminah when she saw Isha returning home with a slightly sour face.
“What's wrong, Mom?” asked Isha, who headed straight to her room. Rosminah followed her into the room.
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