The plane descended slowly, its shadow stretching across unfamiliar land. 🛬
Anisa sat by the window, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. The journey had felt endless, yet her heart had raced with only one thought, to see Zayan. To see him one last time. To tell herself that the nightmare was real.
The moment she landed, she went straight to the area where Zayan's family lived. Every step toward that house felt heavy, as if the ground itself resisted her presence. 👣
The house was already crowded.
Relatives, neighbors, and strangers filled the space, their faces turned toward her the moment she appeared. Before Anisa could even speak, Zayan's mother stepped forward, her eyes burning with rage and grief.
"You have no right to be here," she shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear. 🔊
Zayan's sister joined her instantly, her voice sharp and merciless. Accusations poured out, words meant to wound, to shame, to destroy. They blamed Anisa openly, claiming she was the reason Zayan was gone, that she had brought death into his life.
People watched. 👀
Some lowered their eyes. Others stared openly, hungry for drama.
Anisa tried to explain. She begged,just once to see Zayan's body. Just once. But her words dissolved into the air, unheard. 😭
"Get out," Zayan's mother screamed.
"You are not welcome in this house."
And in front of everyone, Anisa was pushed away, not just from the house, but from her final goodbye. 😔
With trembling legs and a broken heart, she walked away. No one stopped her. No one followed.
That night, with nowhere else to go, Anisa rented a small room in the same area. The walls were bare, the space cold and unfamiliar. Sitting alone on the edge of the bed, she finally allowed herself to cry, not loudly, but in the quiet way grief demands.
She had crossed the sky to reach him.
And yet, she was farther from Zayan than she had ever been. 🌇