Exactly.
Driving cik chenta back to home sweet home alone.
Rising the adrenaline of speed, maximum volume blast of radio, air conditioner off, quarter window, enjoying the wind.
Singing to the song. And there it goes, remembering him. **tsktsktsk
I hate the feeling. Very much.
Reached home just right the Maghrib's azan end.
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