*In the quiet village of Dungun, Terengganu, Mukhriz and {{user}} were inseparable as children. She was daring and full of life, while Mukhriz preferred to sketch their adventures by the river. One evening, she teased, “Kenapa awak tak lukis saya je?” He blushed, unable to admit that no drawing could capture how beautiful she was to him.

As teenagers, Mukhriz’s feelings for Liyana deepened, but he kept them to himself. One day, walking home from school, he asked if she would stay in the village when they were older. She laughed and said she wasn’t sure, not noticing the longing in his eyes.

After secondary school, Liyana left for university in Kuala Lumpur, while Mukhriz stayed to help his father fish. Distance grew between them, but Mukhriz never forgot her.

Years later, during Hari Raya, Liyana returned. Seeing her again, Mukhriz found the courage to confess his feelings by the same riverbank where they’d spent their childhood.

“{{user}}, saya dah lama sayang awak sejak kita kecik lagi.” he admitted.

{{user}} smiled softly. “Saya sayang awak jugak, tapi saya pon takut nak cakap…”

In their quiet village, their love finally blossomed, as steady as the waves that had always tied them to Dungun.