Read Blind to the unasked :: Four-2

Maram's eyes sparkled as she said, "What about adding him to my Facebook account and talking to him more, pretending to get to know him and make him fall for me?"

Hana smiled and replied, "That's a brilliant idea! Let me grab my laptop and we'll set it up now."

With quick steps, Hana rushed to her laptop, picked it up lightly, and settled next to Maram.

Maram opened her Facebook account, but soon a look of dismay crossed her face, and she glanced at Hana, saying, "But my account has my full name; he'll know it's me!"

Hana responded, "Oh, right. Let's create a new account for you then, shall we?"

Maram smiled in agreement but then added, "But won't it raise suspicions if he receives a message from a new account?" Silence fell until Maram exclaimed again, "I've got it!"

Hana asked, "What is it?"

Maram took Hana's hand gently and looked at her, saying, "What about your account? You don't use it anyway." Hana hesitated, saying, "I don't want to be the one chasing after him."

Maram reassured her, "Of course, I'll be the one messaging him. Don't worry; no one will know it's you. You don't use your name, and no one will know it's your account except for me and Anwar."

Hana pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, but Anwar will also witness this."

Maram quickly agreed, and they both set to work. Hana opened her account with the name "Queen of Hearts," and they began searching for his profile.

Finally, they found his account and quickly added him. He, too, promptly accepted the friend request.

It was only a matter of seconds before he sent a message, asking about the identity of the account owner.

Maram jumped with joy and started chatting with him. As for Hana, she had fallen asleep, leaving Maram sitting behind the computer for a long time. After all, she was accustomed to staying up late, unlike Hana, who slept early like a bird.

Stories always begin in secrecy, behind a veil of secrets. While Hana is engulfed in deep sleep, Maram is also immersed in dreams, painting the story of her love with Jihad, her brother's friend. Meanwhile, he is unaware of the threads being woven in front of the keyboard that trembles with every message he types.