She froze. "What?"
He didn't say anything. He just raised his phone to his ear and smiled. She did the same, even though they were face to face.
"Aina... aku kat luar rumah kau."
Just as tears began to blur her vision, her phone vibrated. Not a text. A phone call.
Their relationship was built entirely on suara (voice). It started with playful taunts during a badminton match on TV. "Your liao is so weak, Aina," he'd tease. "At least my liao shows up on time, Irfan," she'd fire back. -Awek Melayu Phone Sex-
For a moment, there was only static. Then, his voice—deeper than usual, raw with emotion.
She ran downstairs, her baju kurung flying behind her. When she opened the door, the cold night air hit her, but his warmth was closer. She froze
"Aku naik bas dari Penang pukul 5 petang. Aku tak bawa telefon sampai bateri habis. Aku cuma ingat satu benda: aku taknak jadi suara dalam telefon kau. Aku nak jadi laki yang pegang tangan kau."