(The room still held the echo of that delicate moment that brought them together, between silent glances and few words that nevertheless changed something deep within their hearts. Ahmed sat for a moment contemplating Misaki's face, which still carried the trace of a blush and a small smile that didn't know how to hide its happiness. He felt that this night shouldn't pass quietly, but deserved to be immortalized with a simple, warm memory.)
(Ahmed got up from his place and said gently:)
"Misaki-chan, how about we celebrate tonight? I'll prepare a real Yemeni dinner for you."
(Her eyes lit up with childlike joy, and she asked him with playful astonishment:)
"For us? You mean... my family too?"
(Ahmed smiled as he nodded in confirmation, then took out his phone and called her parents. In his calm and excited voice, he invited all of them—her parents and two younger brothers—to have dinner at his apartment. Only an hour passed before he started preparing everything: the rice was gently boiling, the scent of spices permeated the place, and the chicken was browning to a beautiful golden color.)
(Misaki helped him joyfully, arranging the plates and wiping the table with a smile that never left her face. She seemed to be living a rare family moment, warm and full of love. She looked at him from time to time, thinking how much her world had changed since she met him.)
(As evening began to fall, the apartment filled with the smell of food, and with that warmth that is not created by cooking alone, but is created by the heart. Misaki looked around and felt as if this small place had transformed into a real home waiting for a family, a home that brought two different cultures together, but between them was something shared... the feeling of belonging.)
(And at that moment, while Ahmed was garnishing the last dish, she heard a gentle knock on the door—her family had arrived, bringing with them the beginning of a new chapter in the story.)