Chapter Sixty 🌻

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In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious and Most Merciful, the sixteenth chapter of the story begins, please do enjoy it.
Good luck!

Taliha's POV:As I open my eyes slowly, everywhere is blurry and I remain stationary on my bed

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Taliha's POV:
As I open my eyes slowly, everywhere is blurry and I remain stationary on my bed.

What is this place? Where am I?

I asked myself. I was struggling to examine the room vividly.

Then, everything that happened flashed into my mind. 

Earlier, I was jogging in the field with the rest of the female students. Suddenly, someone shouted from behind.

"Taliha, watch out!"

Halimah alerted loudly and I turned back, only to get hit by a ball.

And I fell unconscious due to a panic attack.

I sigh sadly while touching my nose gently.

The pain is still there but I could feel that it was bandaged firmly.

"Ohh, you are awake."

A voice gasped while standing up with a relieved smile.

I remain mute because I couldn't see the tall figure in front of me.

"Who are you?"

He places his hand on the chest, "It's me, Toby."

I was stunned instantly.

Toby?

He was the last person I expected to be with me at the moment.

He always shows up when I least expect it.

"T-oby? But what are you doing here?" I asked with a hand placing my scarf behind my ear shyly.

He chuckles softly, "I saved you, I brought you here."

My lungs seized as I felt a huge lump in my throat.

"Oh b-limey, I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, just get better...that's important."

I become anxious as my lips seal tightly. To avoid more discomfort, I look away with my fingers searching for things nearby.

Then, I place my hands on the bedside table. But, I still couldn't find the glasses. Hence, I sigh feeling disgruntled before saying to Toby.

"Uhm, although I can't see you. Do you know where my glasses are?"

"Ohh, your glasses?" He replied in a lively tone but I didn't respond to him. 

"Your glasses got broken by the ball."

I groan softly with a sad mumble.

"Mum bought those glasses for me, they were my favourite."

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