KWAURON BAKI

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Then, amidst the courtyard's commotion, Faruk found himself sitting helplessly, unable to stand. A profound sorrow consumed him, yet he sought to hide his tears. His heart felt as though it might burst with the emotions he couldn't express. Since morning, he had barely eaten, only forcing himself to have breakfast. The food from lunch remained untouched, for he couldn't bring himself to consume anything, knowing she wasn't there, and he clung to the hope that she would return. At home, his family couldn't understand his turmoil. Faruk seemed entirely different from the person he used to be. They questioned him, and he merely attributed his condition to a headache, avoiding the truth. Even when his uncle, who was close to him, inquired, he remained tight-lipped and smiled, claiming nothing troubled him. But Haleemat, the girl who had captured Faruk's heart, saw through his facade. Her affection for him caused her concern to overflow. She approached him calmly and sat nearby as he absentmindedly toyed with the room's father. "Faruk, isn't my connection with you meaningful?" she began, studying his face intently. He glanced up, attempting a smile, but he had little time for pretense.