FINALE

----------------Rabat, Morocco.

------------------------------Three Months Later, Khayah Farms, 5:00pm.

" Mother used to tell me, if I ever find a good girl, I should never let her go. I'll never let you go Faryah" I heard Khalid whisper in my ear and I responded to him with a big radiant smile. He was holding Najmah in his right arm and our hands were intertwined with his left as we walked together round our huge apple farm in the heart of Rabat while letting the cool spring evening breeze soothe ourselves. 

Alhamdulillah. 

Khalid invested a lot of money in farms around the world, even in Kuala Lumpur. He said he bought a farm for an old man he met when he first came to Malay with Zarah. The man couldn't accept it just like that so they decided to split the ownership. The man owned half and Khalid owned the rest of the half. 

Najmah could walk now and as always, she was smiling. She was learning how to talk now, no more baby jibbe