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It was the first time silence on a phone call felt exactly like the word home . End of generated text.

Aina ran to her window, pulling the curtain aside. There he was—not a profile picture, not a filtered image. A real boy, tired, holding a faded backpack, looking up at her phone's light in the window.

"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."

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. -Awek Melayu Phone Sex-

That was three hours ago. He had seen it. But the ‘typing…’ bubble never appeared.

His name was Irfan. She’d met him in a random gaming chatroom three months ago. He lived in Penang; she was in Johor Bahru. They had never seen each other’s full faces—only carefully angled profile pictures and voice notes sent under the cover of night.

But tonight was different. Tonight, she had broken her own rule. She had confessed. It was the first time silence on a

She almost dropped the device. Her hands trembled as she swiped to answer. "Hello?" she whispered.

"So," he said into the phone, his eyes locked on hers. "Awek Melayu sorang ni... nak jadi cerita duka ke cerita bahagia?"

"Aina... aku kat luar rumah kau."

Aina scrolled through her phone for the hundredth time that night, the blue light illuminating her worried face. The clock struck midnight, and still, no reply. Her Awek Melayu pride told her to just lock the screen and go to sleep. But her heart, tangled in the wires of a phone relationship, wouldn’t let her.

She had typed it out, stared at the blinking cursor for ten minutes, then deleted it. Finally, she pressed the voice note button, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Irfan... aku rasa aku dah jatuh cinta dengan suara kau. Dengan cara kau sebut nama aku. Tapi aku takut. Telefon ni boleh putus bila-bila masa."