She’s not marrying Firdaus. She didn’t tell me but I saw the poor bugger today. He came to the same pool I go to every morning for a longish dip. He was trying to wear off the pain of heartbreak by doing lengths of the pool incessantly, and panting like a dog in the few and far between breaks that he took. The swimming instructors and lifeguards stood huddled in one corner, eyeing his every move, and making jokes at his expense, out of sheer, harmless, spite.
I think he seemed to be great shape and he is going to be just fine without her. And I am ‘her’ friend!
She is in Rakkad at her uncle’s!