A little while later, Anisa slowly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to prepare a light meal. Though her body still bore the fatigue inherited from the events of the previous night, she couldn't bear the thought of staying on an empty stomach. In the soft morning light streaming through the small kitchen window, as she prepared a cup of tea and a few biscuits, her phone chimed. š„
Glancing at the screen, her eyes hardened for a moment when she saw it was a message from Hasan.
"Sorry if I behaved badly yesterday. I wasn't in my right mind, Anisa. I hope you don't misunderstand." š¬
Upon reading it, all the unpleasant, dark memories from the previous night came flooding back into her mind at once. The noise, the harsh lights, his behaviorā¦ all of it brought back that uncomfortable feeling. But without showing her emotions, she decided to calm herself and send a reply.
"It's okay, Hasan. No problem, I got home safely." š
Even though he didn't specifically ask, she mentioned arriving home safely for her own reasons.
However, another message from Hasan arrived immediately.
"That's good. I think you enjoyed yesterday too." š£
Upon reading it, Anisa paused for a moment.
"Enjoyed? Amidst unbearably glaring lights and ear-splitting noiseā¦?"
She only thought it to herself.She had no desire to turn that feeling into words.
"Yesā¦ it was a different experience."
She sent him a brief reply. š
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On the other hand, Hasan, who had woken up in the morning and was lying sprawled on the bed, was focused on his phone. His face showed a mix of indifference and irritation that had increased with the lingering effects of yesterday's intoxication.
Meanwhile, Asifa addressed him in a low voice.
"Babyā¦where did you go yesterday? You came home in the early hours, completely drunk, staggeringā¦" š„
As those words reached his ears, Hasan's face hardened.
"Are you trying to control me now?What does it matter to you what I do?" he said without even looking at her.
"Darlingā¦ you spoke so nicely to me yesterday. Why are you being a jerk again today?" she asked in a trembling voice. š
"Don't think about those things. Goā¦ make me some coffee," he said curtly, almost like an order.
Though those words pierced her heart like a knife, Asifa left his side without a word. As she walked away to make him coffee, only one question echoed in her mind:
"Will I ever be able to understand this man?" šµ