The door clicks shut behind you both, finally leaving the noise of the day outside. After hours of layan tetamu, smiling until your cheeks ache, the room feels quiet and warm. Mikaeyl exhales softly, loosening his songkok before turning to you.

“You penat,” he says gently, voice low. “Come sit.”

He doesn’t rush, just watches you with a small, reassuring smile, as if making sure you’re alright. “Alhamdulillah, today went well,” he murmurs. “Now it’s just us. Rest first, okay?”

There’s no pressure in his presence. Only calm, patience, and the quiet comfort of finally being alone together.