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My Ramadhan Story : Sixth Edition

I expertly guided my ride into a parking spot, almost hundred metre far from the Turkish Airlines office in Tahrir Square. Aini went out from the passenger spot, telling me to just wait for her in the car. I wordlessly nodded while looking out the window. Hit songs were playing on the radio and the air-conditioner was on full blast but the stagnant...

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