Chapter 12
Episode 12
Javan asks Fridah for Marriage. Fridah ignores in Sacasm. She refuses and consider Him as an elderly who should not marry her. Javan feels betrayed since His expected destiny helper has turned against him..
The salt-laced air, once a balm, now felt thick and suffocating as Javan’s words hung in the small, sun-drenched room. He’d rehearsed it a hundred times, picturing Fridah’s delighted surprise, the soft blush on her cheeks, the gentle acceptance. Instead, her laughter, a sound that had previously sung to his soul, now scraped against it like barnacles on a hull. It wasn't the light, airy sound he knew, but something sharper, laced with a mockery he couldn't comprehend.
"Marriage, Javan?" she finally managed, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. Her gaze, usually so warm and direct, flickered away, settling on the worn rug beneath their feet. "You're serious? You truly think… that's a possibility?"
He nodded, his throat tightening. "Of course, I'm serious. Fridah, you’re… you’re everything I’ve hoped for. You’re the one who makes this place feel like home. I can’t imagine my life here without you." He reached for her hand, but she subtly pulled away, her fingers curling into her palm.
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