Karina cried again. “Even when I was at my lowest point. No one was there to accompany me. I only had myself.” Karina lay down—ignoring the IV line in her hand.
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Not long after Karina fell asleep. A man came. Iqbal came with a package of Karina's favorite food, sweet martabak with chocolate and peanut flavors. He stepped closer.
Put the martabak on the nightstand.
“Karina,” he called very softly.
He rubbed Karina's shoulder gently. Iqbal turned around—he faced Karina's face that was closed. Karina's tear tracks were still visible.
“How long have you been crying?” Iqbal took a tissue. He wiped it slowly on Karina’s cheek. “Sorry I just came.” He approached—kissed Karina’s cheeks alternately.
Karina moved—she felt someone was disturbing her sleep. She opened her eyes. “Iqbal,” she whispered.
Iqbal smiled. “Just go back to sleep.” He gently rubbed the top of Karina’s head.
Karina was silent for a moment. “I want to hug…” she said spoiledly.
Iqbal moved his chair closer to
