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Chapter 1:

 2nd May 2023, Tuesday. 


It was class time and I had to go to the toilet. I suddenly noticed my best friend's text while I was doing my job in the boring and mundane cubicle, asking me to help her create a letter for her lecturers due to her absence. Her grandmother was very ill that she needed to extend her stay in Singapore. 

I am that one who loves to disappear during class time. Not because I don't like certain classes, but because I am easily get distracted. I need fresh air and some sunlight to recharge my focus so I could pass this hell-journey course. So I was planning to sit somewhere, KAED level 2 corridor might sounds good as it is facing the courtyard, the height somehow brings me to nature in a comfortable distance, with the morning ray casted and filtered by 2 levels above - makes the temperature at the corridor is as cozy to be stayed for a quite of time. 

To the corridor I went and seated, crossing my leg and started to think of formal words to be written in the letter for my friend. Out of nowhere, a foreign man walked rushingly in front of me, back and forth as he gave me a few glances, signing he was somewhere with my seat before I came. Noticing that, I quickly approach the guy, asking him "Brother, did I took your seat?". The man the replied "No, no". But little did he know that I knew he was pretending because he kept looking at my seat.  So I asked him again, " Are you sure? Or do you wish me to leave? I can go sit somewhere else?" With his eyes were still nailed on the seat, he answered "No. You don't have to. Just be there and I'll be here" - showing me the gesture of he was just fine to stand there, facing the courtyard, and started to be busy on his phone. However, he. stood. in. front. of me; SO HOW COME THAT WOULD NOT INTEFERE MY PEACE TO WRITE A LETTER? 

I blew my last shot to confirm just in case I was oppressing the guy, "No brother, please, you can have a seat, no one's here" while patting a seat beside me. Surprisingly the man walked towards me and sat hahahahahahahaahaha. Normally not all strangers, especially foreigners would agree this situation, but then I understood that this guy just wanted to sit and that was it. 

I didn't notice his face at all as he was standing in front of me with the pale yellowish ray penetrated through the courtyard crushed from his back, so his figure was quite shadowy but I didn't really mind as long as I am comfortable to skip my class. 

While texting my friend, I realized he was somehow looking at me a few times as if he wanted to say something, but I was busy with my phone. So, I took down my phone and looked at him - A good guesser I was, he then talked to me, asking about classes and other things I don't really remember hahahaha. Long story short, we talked and he was not a fluent speaker, he almost not understand anything at all. I suspected that he was somewhere from France or country that does not practice English, because he seemed no Arabs. Arabs in my campus are all fluent speaker, because they live with the language. The conversation blessed me with his beautiful and definitely different features I used to see everyday; He has a very dreamy brown eyes - they weren't dark one, but a soft, light one. He has a pair of thick eyebrows, but both is more like a compliment to his eyes. He has beard, the trendy extended beard people nowadays are dying for to look manly basically, and his hair... was also in brown tone, but darker. His skin was pale but it somehow shone when the sunlight hit his face and told much that he was not an Arabs, but more to European.

I quickly texted my friend, that a handsome guy just took his seat beside me hahahahahahahaahahahahaha, we both were excited and I lived that situation - Long story short, we talked quite a lot, the conversation continued and stopped; he's from Turkey and unexpectedly from Konya where my parents' bestfriend live. I went there once and live like a real local with my family there for a week. So since his hometown and language are quite familiar to me then at least I could do something to make him feel comfortable and understood. He then asked me for my social media and that was how it went that day. :)


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