As Zaharah left and enter the elevator, Rheyan was already half way reaching third floor stairways as he prefers to take the stairs instead of the lift. He knocks on the door and Mirza opens the door welcoming him in.
"Wow! this house suddenly smell of lavender. Did you bring any woman into this house cause if you do I shall report to Aunt." cried Rheyan cheerfully as he took an apple from the bowl and sank his teeth in it.
"Are you crazy? Why would a woman wants to be alone with an old man like me? By the way did'nt you notice a very pretty young lady going off towards the elavator?" asked Mirza.
"A pretty lady you says ? Nope. Why?" asked Rheyan as he begins to peel the apple skin with his fingers.
"Can't you used the kitchen knife instead." cried Mirza shaking his head as he looks at the way Rheyan tries his best peeling out the skin. Rheyan grin much to the old man irritation. "She says her name is Zaharah and she's interested with your art works. She owns a shop somewhere and she was wondering if you would like to work for her." continues Mirza.
"Zaharah...what a sweet name." replied Adam. "So is she coming here again or does she leaves any contact number so that I can call her?" asked Rheyan curiously.
"No..but she says she might be meeting you at your shop later..I guess." replied Mirza scratching his head.
"You guess. Old man don't forget your medication alright." cried Rheyan playfully. "Okay..I think I should be get going...! Take care and please don't wait for me alright..cause I think I might be coming home late again." utter Rheyan as he pat Mirza's shoulder who had eventually fallen half asleep on the couch. Rheyan shake his head and smile...locking the door from outside as he walk towards the stairs again.
Zaki sat in his room and beginning contempleting with his thoughts. He had Zaharah's pictures which they had taken few days earlier during their trip. Two more days, and soon they will be heading back to their homeland. And in a weeks time....it's going to be their wedding day. Zaki begins to fall into a dilemma. He was hoping and praying hard that...Rheyan is Adam his brother but in the other side of his soul...he wish that it was not him at all. He feels guilty for having such thoughts ...but the love which he had felt for Zaharah is too deep for him to let go. He put his palm on his face and then he put them by his side. Looking intensely towards the window..where the view of the bridge was magnificently lay spread across him..he stood up and walk closer to his window sill. "To love is to let go....!" said Zaki to himself as he knew he's losing Zaharah.
Zaharah stood by the corner of the bridge ...looking at Rheyan from a distance. She felt lost ...and keep on pondering what if he is really Rheyan..then all her hopes will be dash and her spirit will be strip off her again. Zaharah took her steps and cautiously walk towards him while he was busy tying up his blank canvas on the wooden frame. The way his hands works,,his frowning brows..his intense eyes...such a resemblence. Rheyan realised that he was not alone..and slowly he turn to face her and smile.
"Hie..I remember you." cried Rheyan with a grin.
Zaharah stood frooze and thought to herself. "Remember me as your wife?" she almost blurt out those words when suddenly she remembers..the first time she had saw Rheyan and how she had ran. "Oh..yah that day. I must look silly. I'm so sorry if I have scared you or something." said Zaharah calmly. "You paint very well Mr..?" asked Zaharah again.
"My name is Rheyan..what's your?" said Rheyan as he drew his hand to shake Zaharah's.
"I'm Zaharah." replied Zaharah as she welcome his handshake and a cold feelings came upon her as her palm touches his. "How come he can't remember that name?" Thought Zaharah too herself sadly.
"Zaharah...yah..you came over to our apartment just now and ask about my paintings. Sure I would love to work with you. So when can I start?" asked Rheyan excitedly.
"You do beautiful sketches aren't you? Before I can finalised our parthership..I need you to do something for me." said Zaharah as she walks closer towards Rheyan and her perfume begins to linger in his thoughts.
"Sure missy, but not beyond my limits..I hope." replied Rheyan with a wondering stare.
"Sketch me...." request Zaharah.
"Alright..It will be my greatest pleasure." cried Rheyan. "Here come and sit on this stool while I prepare my materials." said Rheyan again as he usher her to sit on the stool which face the beautiful river. Zaharah takes her position as she looks at Rheyan with tears in her eyes. "This is my last hope..to see if he is Adam." her soul is talking to her again.
"Are you ready?" asked Rheyan as he had place his sketch board and hold the pencil in his hands. Zaharah nodded and smile faintly.
Rheyan begins with the shape of her face and then the flow of her beautiful hair. Next he works on her brows and coming to her eyes....her eyes...and then he freeze. He tries to carry on with his sketching but his hands starts to tremble and shooke. Those eyes...her nose..her lips..that voice..that look...! He held on to his head as though he feel like he was being hit hard on his head...just like a missing puzzle came back into its picture and was finding its way to make that picture whole again. Zaharah stood frooze on her stool with tears begins falling on her sweet face.
"Zaharah..!"
"Adam...I know it's you." cried Zaharah as she could not contain her feelings anymore. She stood up from the stool and dash towards Adam's arm.
"Zaharah...!" cried Adam and held on to Zaharah with all his might sending his sketch block sprawling on the concreate ground. He looks at her with full of love..as he used his hands to touch her face...her eyes..her nose..her lips. "I really miss you....after losing my vision..and my mind...I felt empty..so alone." cried Adam.
"You don't have to feel that way again Adam..I shall bring you back to our home." whispered Zaharah in between tears. Adam nodded and then he slowly brings his face closer towards Zaharah and gently kisses her lips. Zaharah had her arms around his neck and response to his touch.
"And they live happily ever after." said a voice. Adam and Zaharah turn towards that voice and it was Zaki..smiling gleefully towards them.
"Zaki." cried Adam as he let go off Zaharah and dash towards his brother and embrace him. Zaki held out his hands and return the embrace affectionately with tears in his eyes.
"Welcome back bro...!" cried Zaki and then his eyes caught Zaharah. And he knew...fate had put a strong test between Adam and Zaharah...and despite whatever the trials and hardship which they had both faces..however..true love had beats it all.
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