CHAPTER 24 - After Midnight
Hana only realised how late it was when the cafeteria auntie started stacking chairs nearby. The clock near the drinks counter showed 1:13AM. “Astaghfirullah.” Across the table, Faiz looked wrecked. “We’ve been here that long?” “Your fault,” Hana shot back. “You said fries. Then everyone started unpacking exam trauma.” “That’s friendship.” “That’s emotional blackmail.” A few engineering students nearby laughed before returning to their discussions about formulas and survival odds. University after midnight always felt different. Voices quieter. Movements slower. Even the fluorescent lights seemed tired. While digging through her folder for tutorial notes— a familiar paper slipped out. Hana’s hand froze halfway. Oh no. Danish’s paper. Faiz glanced at it. “That’s not your h
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