Read Blind to the unasked :: Seven

The less someone speaks towards you, the more you desire to approach, and the more different the person is from those around you, the more you desire to approach.

Curiosity sometimes drives us to get closer.

The night passed at Hana's house in the blink of an eye, like a gentle breeze caressing your body softly, leaving behind that delicate sensation that fills you with joy every time you remember it. Morning arrived with the sound of raindrops and the thunder shaking the surroundings. It was the winter season, whose beauty increased every time the scent of coffee mingled with the rainy atmosphere, and the aroma of fresh bread filled the corners of the house. Just as warm feelings enveloped the place, making winter the haven, the only thing that one would never tire of loving.

As for Hana and Maram, both were deeply asleep, each embracing her covers. Until Hana's mother gently opened the door and stealthily approached them to wake them up. It was already half past ten; if they slept longer, the morning would pass unnoticed, and they would grow accustomed to laziness from now on. Hana's mother softened towards the girls' sleep, almost hesitating to wake them, but she reconsidered and gently woke them up. She touched Hana's tousled hair on the pillow and called her with tenderness: "Hana, my daughter, wake up, it's late." Hana turned gently towards her friend Maram, who hadn't moved from her place. Hana's mother smiled after catching Hana's eyes opening like a red flower that brings joy to the soul. She kissed her and said, "Good morning, breakfast is ready." Hana, whose eyes barely opened due to their puffiness, replied, "Good morning, Mom, okay." Her mother left, confident that her daughter Hana would wake up.

Hana turned to look at Maram, who seemed to be in a coma. Hana smiled and approached Maram gently, trying to wake her up, but to no avail. Hana tried again to wake her gently, but it was also useless. Then she decided to stretch her legs over Maram's back, repeating, "One, two," as she gently pushed until she felt Maram on the edge of the bed, then she shouted, "Three!" and pushed Maram onto the bedroom floor. Maram woke up, trying to cling to the edge of the bed to stand up, but Hana surprised her with a beautiful look from above the bed, her eyes shining, saying, "Good morning." Then she smiled at Maram, who also smiled back, saying, "Couldn't you have been nicer?" Hana rolled onto her back, her hair floating in the air, as she looked at the ceiling, saying,

"You were sleeping like a bear." Maram laughed, then stood up and began to stretch her body gently, then she wrapped her long black hair and headed towards the window, looking outside at the refreshing atmosphere, even though the cloudy weather dominated the horizon, and the raindrops shook the surroundings every time a raindrop touched the ground. Maram opened the window and began to feel the rain with her hands, smiling gently, then she said to Hana, "Let's take a picture together now." Hana got up lightly, grabbed the phone from the nightstand, then went to Maram's side, and they stood side by side, facing the window, to take a picture. They both drew their most beautiful smiles and then Hana pressed the button on the phone to capture a picture of them. After that, they happily rushed to the bathroom to wash up and go for breakfast.

After breakfast, Maram returned home because Sunday was the only day she could spend with her parents, who were finally available. Her day passed with her family, while Hana sat in her room, continuing to read her novel. She seemed immersed in the story for a while, but soon felt bored and grabbed her laptop to browse the internet for a bit. Sitting on her bed with a brown blanket over her legs and her laptop on the bed, she decided to open her Facebook account to chat with Anwar and Maram, as usual. She opened the account and was surprised by the number of messages she received. Initially, she thought they were messages from Jihad to Maram, then she smiled, saying, "These two talk a lot." Afterward, she decided not to intrude and continued browsing the pages she followed on Facebook. However, her laptop soon vibrated with a new notification, indicating a new message. She checked, thinking the message was from Anwar or maybe from Maram, as their conversation didn't show. Upon entering, she found a huge number of messages sent by the person who messaged her last night. Hana was shocked, saying, "Doesn't this person have anything else to do besides sending messages to me?" Then she decided to enter the conversation to read the messages without the need to respond. As for the messages, the owner of the account began sending them at eight in the morning.

He said, "Good morning, are you still asleep?"

-"It's raining today, I used to play football every Sunday morning with my friends, it's boring not doing anything." At half past nine, they also sent, "Still not awake?"

-"You don't seem lazy, but it's Sunday after all."

-"Hmm, okay, I'll keep sending messages until you wake up."

-"Hmm, just a few minutes."

-"You have beautiful eyes."

-"Your smile is beautiful too."

-"Still not awake? Even with the scary thunder shaking the place?"

-"Hello, it's ten o'clock."

-"Hello, I know you're awake now, are you having breakfast maybe?"

-"Hello, have you finished your breakfast? I'm looking forward to talking to you. Do I seem a bit weird?"

-"Of course, I'll seem weird. Look at how many messages I've sent."

-"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, but you took your time."

The last message said, "Hello, you're finally here. I think you don't use this account much, right?"

Hana was puzzled and started scratching her head, muttering, "Who's this weirdo now?"

Then she smiled and started responding to his messages, saying, "Don't you think you're a bit dumb?"

Then she sent the message, waiting for a quick reply, saying, "I think so too. I was just bored."

After that, Hana replied, saying, "Do you think talking to me is fun?"

He answered, "Of course not, I mean, I'm excited to talk to you, so I couldn't control myself."

Hana replied, "You can't even control yourself?" She smiled as she lifted the laptop and placed it on her legs, leaning on her pillow, enjoying the conversation. Time passed, and Hana was engrossed in conversation with this stranger. He talked a lot, and she seemed to mock him every time, but it appeared that both of them enjoyed the conversation. He had his way of making Hana respond to his messages, and she had her way of making him keep sending messages.

It's as if the scent of love permeates every time the rain falls.

As if the moist earth is the close bond between emotions and rain showers.