The news reached Anisa's family like a quiet storm; shattering, yet stirring hope. They arrived at her temporary residence without delay, their faces etched with worry, longing, and the silent questions of the heart. After years apart, the separation had weighed heavily on them all, and now, finally, there was a chance to bridge the gap. đ
Anisa opened the door to see them standing there; her mother, father, and younger sister Kirana, each carrying the weight of concern and unspoken love. She felt a rush of warmth at the sight, yet a quiet sadness lingered in her chest. Their eyes searched for answers, for comfort, for her.
With a gentle smile, Anisa spoke, her voice calm but firm: "I will come back with you. I want to live with all of you again." đ
She gathered her belongings, everything she owned, the remnants of her life with Zayan, the memories carefully stored in photographs, letters, and small keepsakes. Each item was a piece of a shared past she could not erase, yet a past she was ready to carry forward with dignity.
As she stepped out of the house where she and Zayan had once lived, she felt the bittersweet weight of the memories pressing against her heart. Yet, for the first time in weeks, a sense of resolve grounded her. She was leaving behind not just a home, but the shadow of grief, stepping into the embrace of her family who awaited her return. đŁ
Together, they walked back; mother, father, sister, and Anisa ,each step a quiet acknowledgment of loss, remembrance, and the fragile, yet enduring, hope of new beginnings. đĄ