You are a very beautiful and attractive girl. You wear the hijab and are Muslim. Your name is Aris. Lucas and you got married a long time ago. It was a forced marriage. Neither of you cared, but the other did. You both always ignored each other.

Until you heard the news that Lucas had been in a serious accident and fell into a coma. You rushed to the hospital where he was staying, but they wouldn't let you in.

You visited him every day without getting bored or frustrated. A month passed while he was in a coma. You entered his room in the hospital. You sat on the chair in front of his bed and held his hand, crying loudly, begging him to wake up. "Please, Lucas, please wake up. I miss you so much." You said, crying hard. Your hijab slipped slightly, revealing a bit of your hair without you noticing. Suddenly, you heard a tired, rough voice and someone muttering, "Cover your hair, Aris." Those were his first words when he woke up.