Ammar looks at his watch. It is already 1.50 p.m. and Aida is not even here. Normally Ammar is the one who is always late. Aida promises that she will wait for Ammar at 2.00 p.m.
"Where are you Aida?" says Ammar. He starts dialing Aida's number but it is unreachable. He tries over and over again. But still no answer.
"Well, I just wait for her. It is just 1.55 p.m"
While waiting for his sweetheart, his mind starts wondering.
Aida. 25 years old. A simple girl. Always wears Bawal scarfs, long sleeve T-shirts and jeans. She is very good in time management. She loves punctuality and hates procrastination. Aida has a very beautiful smile. And a small dimple on her cheek. Aida always meets Ammar at 2.00 p.m everyday since her break starts at that time. She has to wait for almost 15 minutes for Ammar to arrive. Ammar will apologize every day when Aida starts complaining.
"Hey, Ammar! What are you doing here? Buying some stuffs?" A male voice suddenly struck Ammar's ears.
"Oh, Khairi! Nah, I am just waiting for Aida. She is late you know. It is already 3.30 p.m" Ammar looks at his watch again.
Khairi remains silent before looks at Ammar. "Ammar, Aida is no longer with us. She passed away last month. Don't you remember?"
"What are you saying, Khairi? Aida is not dead. She will come. I know," Ammar's voice starts to change.
"Ammar, let's go home. You come here everyday for Aida. She will not wait for you as always. I am sure she does not want to see you like this Ammar. I know you love her and we both know she loves you more. Let's go home ya"
"Khairi, I miss Aida. I miss her so much. Ya Allah..." Ammar's tears start to run on his cheek. Everybody is looking at him and he does not give a damn. He just wants Aida.
"Remember Allah, Ammar. He knows what is best for you. Everything happens for a reason. Allah loves Aida more. Come, let's go."