As for love, it's something I haven't experienced yet. Let's taste it together.
And what about adding some lemon to it? You know, I don't like overly sweet things much.
As the days went by, Nadir found himself more and more attached to Hana. Hana, who always spoke spontaneously and exchanged her feelings just as freely, also began to develop feelings for Nadir, realizing it herself. Without the need to fear advancement, she would casually lean on Nadir's shoulder every time they talked. The two hadn't met after their first encounter; each focused on their studies. Nadir was in his final year of high school, about to graduate and enter college, so his father was very strict with him regarding his internet usage. On the other hand, Hana was very disciplined when it came to her studies, always prioritizing them. Her parents never worried about her, giving her complete freedom to manage her time because she was a sensible person even at a young age.
As usual, the spring nights are scented with whispers exchanged between Nadir and Hana, just as shadows of conversations between Maram and Jihad loom on the horizon. Apart from the messages flying through Facebook, there's someone harboring feelings for Hana, someone closer to her than Nadir, who prefers not to get too close. Every time Hana finishes her school sessions, she heads to the garden, as usual, to play cards and change the atmosphere a bit, just as Moaaz takes the opportunity each time to be by Hana's side and play with her who didn't show more interest than considering him just a companion to play cards with, while Moaaz was already falling for her, not only in real life but also through Facebook. He believed Hana was the person messaging him after Maram gave him her account, but the truth was that Hana had never messaged him. All the messages he received were from Maram, who thought she was joking with her older colleague, playing around as if feelings were just a game or perhaps believing he would never know she was the one talking to him, and he would never realize that Hana was unfamiliar with his identity. Meanwhile, Moaaz made Facebook communication just a means to talk to Hana more and get to know her better while observing her in real life. He thought he had occupied all the spaces so that no one would get close to her, as if he had filled all the places in her heart, unaware that the only place he occupied was the shadow under the tree where they always gathered to play cards.
Days passed quickly, much like hearts tremble every time a virgin word is whispered in the ear for the first time. One day, as Hana was browsing her Facebook account, a glitch occurred, prompting her to change her password. This happened before she returned to attend the evening classes at school. It was nearing two o'clock, the time she needed to enter school. Since Maram also uses her account, Hana wanted to send the new password to Maram. Due to her haste and fear of being late for school, she mistakenly sent the password to Moaaz, who happened to be online at that moment. Moaaz received the message containing "haram9920" and began to stare at the message, wondering about its meaning until he saw that the message had been deleted by Hana, who realized her mistake. She then resent it to Maram and hurriedly left without further ado, thinking she had fixed the issue by deleting the message. However, Moaaz was keenly observant, and after a moment of thought, he smiled to himself, saying, "Perhaps it's the password?" He then decided to try accessing Hana's account while smiling, and indeed, it worked. Moaaz managed to open Hana's account, but he decided to browse it after returning from school. Moaaz, a first-year high school student, headed to his school as if he had won the lottery, with a broad smile on his face, unaware that intruding into others' privacy could hurt him more than it would hurt others.
"Do you think that feelings are just a game of cards?"
Could a past filled with misunderstandings between Hana and Nadir lead to a love story?"Let's take a look at our main characters and meet them in person."
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