" It's not my name…" The girl mumbled absentmindedly.
That gave the boy a pause before his spoon could reach his mouth, his eyes flicking up towards her. " It's not?"
" What do you take my birth parents for? They weren't in any lack of imagination to name me that." She put down her spoon as if she had just lost her appetite. " So you know, it's a nickname that was given to me because of my blue eyes and the bluish hue of my hair. It's not the name that my parents had given me."
Ali Baba blinked at that. It was probably the first time he heard Zarqa talk about her real parents. Heck, he almost forgot she was not Malik's real daughter.
" So what was your real name?" He asked curiously.
The girl chewed her lip and shook her head, her fist clenched tightly on the table. " It had been so long… I don't seem to remember it anymore…"
Of course, if she did, why then use her nickname?
