My Boyfriend's Other Girlfriend Slid Into My DMs
She sent a voice note first. Just breathing. Then: 'Kau kenal Hafifi tak?'
Names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved.
The DM came in at 2:17am on a Tuesday in Ramadan.
I was still awake — couldn't sleep after sahur, scrolling my phone. I'd been waiting for Hafifi to reply since 10pm. He'd gone quiet, which he always did during Ramadan. Said he was doing ibadah. Said he was tired from terawih. I believed him because what kind of person lies about terawih?
The account that messaged me was private. Name: Izzatie. No mutual followers. Her first message was a voice note.
I almost didn't play it. But something made me tap it.
She just said: "Kau kenal Hafifi tak?"
I sat up. Replied: "Kenapa?"
What followed was the most surreal forty-five minutes of my life. Izzatie and I, two strangers, piecing together the full picture of a man we'd both been dating at the same time — for at least seven months. She thought he was her boyfriend. I thought he was mine. We were both right, in the worst way possible.
She sent screenshots. Same lines he used on me — same terms of endearment, same excuses. "Sorry babe, phone rosak." "Meeting sampai malam." "Penat la, terawih panjang malam ni." During Ramadan he told her he was spending every night with family. He told me the same thing.
Turns out he was spending Ramadan evenings with whoever he hadn't seen recently.
She found me because she went through his tagged photos and saw that I'd commented on his post six months ago. Just a simple comment. She went down a rabbit hole at 2am and decided she'd rather know the truth.
I cannot tell you how grateful I am that she did.
We talked until almost 4am. By the end, we had a full timeline. He'd been running two relationships in the same city, different areas, no overlapping friends. Clean operation. He was careful. He just didn't account for two women with WiFi, time, and thorough Instagram archives.
The next day, Izzatie and I met at a mamak in Bangsar after berbuka. Strangers in person. We ordered the same teh tarik, which felt like something. We didn't cry — we were too angry for that. We showed each other everything. By the time we left, we'd drafted a message to send him from both our numbers, at the same time.
His reply: "Eh wait, let me explain—"
We blocked him. Same time.
That was four months ago. Izzatie and I are friends now. Genuinely. We went to Mid Valley last weekend, just for fun. She is funnier than I expected and makes incredible asam pedas. We have a group chat — just the two of us — called "No More Hafifi FC."
He texted me from a new number two months later. I shared it with Izzatie. We blocked it together.
Whose side are you on?
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The Verdict
Simple one. Hafifi ran two relationships at the same time, told two women he loved them, kept it going for at least seven months — and used Ramadan as a cover. There is no miscommunication here, no grey area. He built this deliberately. He even used ibadah as an excuse. That's a different level. The women did nothing wrong except trust someone who didn't deserve it. Dia salah. Full stop.