She had typed it out, stared at the blinking cursor for ten minutes, then deleted it. Finally, she pressed the voice note button, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Irfan... aku rasa aku dah jatuh cinta dengan suara kau. Dengan cara kau sebut nama aku. Tapi aku takut. Telefon ni boleh putus bila-bila masa."
"Aku naik bas dari Penang pukul 5 petang. Aku tak bawa telefon sampai bateri habis. Aku cuma ingat satu benda: aku taknak jadi suara dalam telefon kau. Aku nak jadi laki yang pegang tangan kau." -Awek Melayu Phone Sex-
But tonight was different. Tonight, she had broken her own rule. She had confessed. She had typed it out, stared at the
She almost dropped the device. Her hands trembled as she swiped to answer. "Hello?" she whispered. aku rasa aku dah jatuh cinta dengan suara kau
"Aina... aku kat luar rumah kau."
She laughed, the sound cracking with relief. "Tengoklah usaha, bang."
It was the first time silence on a phone call felt exactly like the word home . End of generated text.