Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Three Weeks Passed....
Three weeks have passed, my feelings have not improved, I think it took a lot longer for that. And like the wise advice Amanda gave me, I tried to be cruel to myself. I replaced the new simcard for my phone, and so far only Amanda and a few people at the restaurant where we worked kept my contact number.
Amanda and I lived in a small apartment we both rented. There were two rooms in it, because it was the apartment that Amanda's family was looking for Amanda, so I consciously gave her a room that was bigger for Amanda, and I occupied the room opposite her which was smaller in size. Yeah, it's small, but it's pretty adequate for both of us. There is a living room, kitchen, and bathroom in each room.
On the second day of our stay in Korea, Amanda and I were already dabbling in Amanda's family restaurant, thank goodness I passed the test with my Indian cuisine so I was accepted to work as one of the cooks there. And, I was lucky enough because in the first week of living with Amanda, my monthly cycle seemed to come just in time. I was menstruating, so I didn't have to pretend to pray and avoid what Amanda wanted from me, a Muslim woman I couldn't show her, of course I can't avoid either. So, after my period was over, I chose to be honest with Amanda, that I was just a new person learning to know God. I can't pray yet.
Hufth....
Yeah, three weeks feels safe. I found no sign of people looking for me here, although it seemed impossible that they didn't know where I was going. It is impossible for HansH or for Mr. Sanjeev not to get information from the flight about my departure. But hopefully that means they're not looking for me. May everyone understand, be willing to forget, be forgiving, and be willing to live their lives without contacting each other again, let alone to repay my actions to them.
Please don't. I still want to live to atone for all my sins. I want to die as a good person. Please God....