"Then what brings peace, if revenge doesn't?" He questioned again, as he turned around facing the window. The sky was darkening now and the breeze were now cool.

"I am simple girl Baraq, who simply gives her everything to God whenever everything goes wrong. I can't look out for revenge. Revenge will eat me." She said,  faraway look shining in her eyes.

"So, that means you have thought of revenge?" He cocked his single eyebrow asking. Bemusing smile beaming on her face. A girl like Layla who tried to jump for a suicide when things went wrong.

"I did, but guess what it didn't work." She answered in trance slowly undoing her hijab and Abaya and throwing into of the corners.

She sighed sitting on the soft mattress as she stared onto the ceiling. Trying to gulp down the heavy wave of emotions which clogged her throat.

"Why?" He questioned. Confusion swirled in her eyes, as he stared at her. She didn't replied, her eyes just kept staring on the chandelier on the ceiling. As if she staring into the abyss, or more like abyss staring at her back.

"Why?" He questioned again making her inhale sharply.

"My love grew bigger on my revenge. I told you Baraq, I am just a girl. I can't just jump for revenge whenever things go wrong." She sighed, her hands wiping her face as if she was wiping away the remnants of the past.

"Yeah, and you can't take a revenge, but you can murder someone. Guess, you are just  a girl." The moment he finished his sentence, he was freshly smacked by a pillow which she aimed at him lazily not knowing it mark the target.

"You followed me?"

"I was curious, you tried suicide. So, I have to look out for like the gentle man I am."

"And Mr.gentle man what more do you know about yourself?" She questioned then yawned.

"Take me back to my house." House, the word rang in her mind. It was no more home now.

"Why do you love them, that you can't even take a revenge?" Baraq questioned. It wasn't because he was intrigued by her love theory, it was more of it why? Wajt was the reason behind?

"What revenge should I have taken, when my own family caged me like a bird. Stopping from fulfilling my dreams? I can't even runaway from there, why? You may ask, because. Girls who runaway destroys their own self respect and their families self-respect. They say that when do that so concerning crime, they disgrace their families." She rambled out, tired of keeping it in her hearts.

"What was the reason of them stopping you from achieving your dreams?" He questioned her again. Confusion eating his head. How could someone can not let their own family fulfil a dream?

"Financial conditions is the phase where even millionaires and billionaires kneel down. Not everyone is loaded like you." She answered with bitter taste dissolving in her mouth.

"Well, I never said that I am a loaded person. But for leaving I just steal here and there." Baraq answered nearing her and capturing her hand in his larger one.

"Oh, so you steal for living. What a great motivation for me." Layla mutters and leans on his shoulder as he teleports them to her room.

Baraq thought to give her pendant back to her, back refrained from doing so.

"What about after Baraq?" She questioned detaching away herself from him.

"After what?" He questioned back instead of answering unaware of turmoil she was going through.

"After all this ends?" Thorned silence engulfed them. Baraq didn't answer. He could not. How could he answer about something which he didn't have control on?

"Answer me." Layla pressed on wanting to hear what he thought.

Baraq didn't answer, he walked out of the room. He simply couldn't think about it all.

Heaving a breath he settled out on the sofa and sighed. "What after this all ends?"

The question rang in his mind, but answer was not anywhere, near him. Tension coiled around his shoulders and anxiety churned the simple thought of after made him perfect composure turn a wrecking havoc. His insides screamed with something he couldn't name.

In simple words, he feared after.

Closing his eyes, he teleported to the only place he could.

The velvet cushions change into dried muddy ground, and painted colourful changed into mud walls. No modern accessories coated the wall. Just plain simple brown walls.

"Baba," he called in a whisper and the old man dashed out of his room.

"My child." He knelt down ner Baraq who was heavily breathing. His chest rising up and down from the heavy breaths he was taking.

"Baba, you told me this sinning would kill me one day. Is today that day?" Baraq questioned making the old man sigh as he helped to the little cot beside them.

"No, by that I meant that goodness in your heart will die. And this," the man stopped making Baraq stare at him at him.

"This what, Baba?"

He questioned making the man's lips curl into a faint smile.

"This is the time where you will hate sinning. You won't enjoy sinning anymore. And then you will ask forgiveness from the God."

"Then what about after?" He questioned making the old man frown at his question.

"We do not worry about after, it is taken care of. And most of all. Worry shouldn't be anywhere near our present. Don't waste your present, worrying about future where your existence isn't promised." The old man politely told him making Baraq, nod his head and close his eyes in the bliss. He wasted too much time worrying about everything for the past few days.

Not anymore.
He won't worry about anything, other than Layla. That girl has created a home in his heart. Even if didn't wanted to, he couldn't help but think about her.

Layla.

AUTHOR'S NOT
I know there are a lot of mistakes in the book, and this book needs to be heavily edited. I will. I will. But first I just gotta complete the book, then I will move one to. Otherwise, if I started editing in the middle of the book. I won't be able to mark it complete.