CHAPTER: EID MORNING
Morning came quietly.
Too quietly.
The sound of takbir echoed softly from afar.
Gentle. Calm.
A morning that should have been filled with warmth.
With laughter.
With greetings.
But not here.
In front of Aiman's house—
A canopy stood.
Chairs arranged in rows.
Shoes scattered near the entrance.
Too many.
People came and went.
Speaking in low voices.
No one smiled.
No one said "Eid Mubarak."
Only silence…
and something heavy in the air.
ALYA ARRIVES
Alya stopped at the gate.
Her steps froze.
Her eyes scanned the house.
The crowd.
The stillness.
"…why are there so many people…"
She whispered to herself.
Her grip tightened on her phone.
Aiman's message still open.
Unread… yet memorized.
"I'll be waiting."
Her heart began to beat faster.
"…maybe… a gathering…"
She tried to convince herself.
But something didn't feel right.
Still—
she walked in.
NADIA ARRIVES
Not long after—
Nadia reached the house.
She stopped too.
Same confusion.
Same uneasiness.
"…what's going on…"
Her eyes landed on Alya.
A stranger.
Yet somehow familiar in purpose.
"…you're looking for someone?"
Nadia asked.
Alya hesitated.
"…Aiman."
Nadia paused.
Then nodded slowly.
"…me too."
And just like that—
they were connected.
By him.
FARID
Farid stepped out of the house.
Walking quickly—
until he saw them.
He stopped.
His expression changed instantly.
"…Alya?"
"…Nadia?"
They nodded.
"Where is Aiman?"
Alya asked immediately.
Farid didn't answer.
Not right away.
His eyes softened.
But they were heavy.
"…he's…"
His voice broke slightly.
Then he forced himself to continue.
"…he's waiting for you."
Those words landed softly.
But carried something they couldn't yet understand.
INSIDE THE HOUSE
They stepped in.
The air changed.
The scent of rose water filled the space.
Soft recitations of prayer echoed.
Quiet sobs hidden between breaths.
Alya felt her chest tighten.
"…Farid…"
But he kept walking.
Didn't look back.
"…where is he?"
Her voice cracked this time.
Farid stopped.
At the living room.
But he didn't enter.
He simply raised his hand…
and pointed.
"…inside."
THE LIVING ROOM
Alya stepped forward.
Slowly.
And then—
she saw.
A body.
Lying still.
Covered in white.
Her steps stopped.
"…Aiman?"
No answer.
Nadia stood behind her.
Her eyes widened.
"…this isn't funny…"
Alya moved closer.
Each step heavier than the last.
She reached the body.
Looked at the face.
It was him.
Unchanged.
Peaceful.
Too peaceful.
"…no…"
Her hand reached out.
Touched his fingers.
Cold.
"…no… no… this can't…"
Her voice broke.
Tears falling without control.
"…he texted me…"
She whispered.
"…he said he'll be waiting…"
AINA
Beside the body—
Aina sat quietly.
Holding Aiman's hand.
Tightly.
Her eyes were swollen.
But she wasn't crying loudly anymore.
She looked at Alya.
Then Nadia.
"…you…"
Her voice was soft.
"…abang's friends?"
Alya nodded.
Barely able to breathe.
Aina lowered her gaze.
Her grip didn't loosen.
"…abang waited…"
A pause.
"…until Subuh."
Those words—
broke everything.
NADIA
Nadia stepped forward.
Slower.
More controlled.
She stared at Aiman.
For a long time.
"…you…"
Her voice trembled.
"…you don't get to do this…"
Her jaw tightened.
But her eyes betrayed her.
"…you text people…"
A pause.
"…and then leave like this?"
Her tears finally fell.
Outside—
takbir still echoed.
But inside that house—
nothing was being celebrated.
A man had kept his promise.
He waited.
But not to meet them.
To say goodbye.
"IF YOU AT ALYA AND NADIA SITUATION NOW?WHAT ARE YOU CHOOSE?"
.THANK FOR ALL READER TOO STiLL WITH AIMAN TILL NOW.