Confusion and mere-retarded.

"Bila dia nak lepaskan you ni, Marissa?"

"Khawla..... We talked about this,"

"No, seriously. Kita ada plan, we followed THAT plan,"

"And now, this?"

"Khawla, listen, please,"

"No, Marissa. You know what. I tak tahan. I want to see him, i want him to let YOU, go. Tak faham bahasa lagi ke,"

"Dia gilakan Munirah sewel tu, can't you see?"

"Khawla,..."

"Literally went all over KL, just to look for her in his doctor coat,"

"Went on crying in his freaking clinic just because he could remember her voice!"

"Can't you see?"

"He NEED to let you go—"

"He did."

"Macam sia—"

"Wait, ha?"

"He did."

"But I won't let him."

"No. Wait....."

"What... Marissa?"

"N-No....."

Suara Khawla bergetar.

Hujan.

Munirah.

Musa.

Marissa.

Khawla.

"You dah janj—"

"I think,"

"I think that i am Bi, Khawla,"

"Sebab rasa sayang I dekat dia, lagi kuat dari rasa nafsu I dekat you."