Ahmad stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Walking further into his bedroom, he met Hidayah waiting for him on his couch, looking pissed. Why does she easily get upset over silly things? She wasn't jealous about him talking to another girl, was she? Why would even get worried about it after she had clarified that she hated him. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head delicately as he proceeded to his closet. He never glanced her way again nor asked why she was ...