"100 % sir....this is the place...Jalan Kempas...house 25." answered the cab driver while reversing his old cab into the front yard.
As they all step out from the vehicle, Zaharah was still in a dazed, "Is this real...me on my own now with my very unknown husband living in this house." Zaharah took a glimpes at Adam. He was tall and his skin was tanned. His eyes were big but she was so unsure while Adam likes to frown making his eyes look small and he always give this wondering stare to things which interest him like their new home roof top. He looks as though he is inspecting if they were any holes on the roof. Adam suddenly caught Zaharah's doey eyes staring at his. Zaharah quickly look away pretend to wipe the road dust off her face. Adam went behide the bonnet to get the luggage out. Zaharah crept slowly towards him to help him with the luggage. Zaharah saw Adam had three huge luggage and 2 large cases. Zaharah got few clothes with her which her aunt Siti had pack for her..all bundle up in an old faded sarong batek.
"Is this all you've got?" asked Adam with his eyes wide open.His fringe falls nicely touching his brow. Zaharah grab her sarong bundle from Adam's hand. She felt small...inferior cause she knew Adam came from a well to do family whereas she's just from the slump. Deep in her heart she knew she can't blame him for asking her such question.
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