(After that moving moment when Misaki confessed her feelings, Ahmed remains seated for a while, feeling a strange warmth flowing through his chest, as if all the weariness he had endured since arriving in Japan had suddenly vanished. Inside him is a mix of shyness, joy, and tranquility, a feeling like a dream that has come true after a long wait.)
(He looks at Misaki, who is still sitting shyly beside him, smiles calmly at her, then says in a soft tone filled with gratitude:)
Ahmed: "I want to celebrate this moment... in my own way."
(He gets up excitedly and heads towards the kitchen. Misaki follows him with curious eyes, while he grabs his phone and calls her parents, inviting them to dinner at his apartment that night. His voice is calm, but his tone carries an undeniable sense of happiness.)
(After the call, Ahmed begins preparing a dinner worthy of the occasion. He chooses Yemeni Chicken Biryani, cuts the onions, and adds the aromatic spices—turmeric, cardamom, cinnamon, and cumin. The scents mingle in the kitchen to create a special magic that fills the place with warmth. The rice cooks slowly, and steam rises with the fragrance of the spices, as if the apartment is transforming into a piece of Sana'a, a memory of his distant homeland.)
(Misaki sits on the sofa, watching him with a quiet smile. She sees him move with lightness and confidence, as if he were born among pots and spices. And every now and then, he turns to her with a small smile, and she returns the look with a silence full of emotions that need no words.)