For the latest stories, follow us on Facebook and Instagram. She had been planning a wedding with him for eight months. Someone else had been raising his child. It was a Saturday morning and I was doing the most ordinary thing. I was sitting at the kitchen table at my parents’ house in Ampang, still in my baju tidur,half awake scrolling through Facebook with a mug of Milo going cold beside me. Khairul (name changed) had visited the evening before for dinner with my family, as he did most Fridays.