Bismillah Love

Bismillah Love
Endless



That princess is my name, First Child of three brothers.


My family is very simple. Not from a distinguished family or a successful entrepreneur.


My father had a small business in the culinary field.


sundanese culinary.


Not big, but Alhamdulillah able to meet the life of this small family.


I went to SMK majoring in Agriculture...


actually I want to go to school in Accounting Management. Unfortunately there is not yet, in this school specifically majors in Agriculture...


Oh he's... I have a younger sister named "Artika Putri" and a younger brother "Ardana Nur Syaputra" they pretty much put away his son.


It's my first day at school..


and today is the time of MOS...


it really makes me dag dig dug


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That morning all the new disciples had lined up in the field...


a lot goes to me. Yeah maybe because I look a little different.


All Muslim students do wear a hijab, but it is limited to an ordinary hijab, while I wear a hijab with a model on the widen, covering my chest...


But I don't take it for granted.


"Alright, all are in the room, finished this apple all directly to the room specified. READY EVERYONE???" MOS Chief Command Kak Mustofa


"READY BROTHER" we answered simultaneously


after the command was disbanded, we headed to our respective rooms.


Because many were in a hurry and while running, some hit me, and I almost fell... Thank God I survived, maybe if it wasn't for someone pulling my hand, I would have fallen to the ground floor.


"other times be careful , no need to rush. it is usually fatal to other friends" the man scolds the student who hit me and his position is still holding my hand.


"uh yes, brother, I'm sorry" he replied as he passed.


Because I'm still in shock, so I'm still silent.


"you're not papa, are you??" ask the man who awakened my daydream.


I stood up straight and let go of his grip.


"other times if the road is not too down, and if you talk also do not bow, see the other person, if you have time grandfather-grandfather you call brother can be chubby" say it while laughing


I also looked at her and smiled.


Her face was so soothing, her smile so sweet.


"you're a new student right, hunted into the room, late at the law loh,,"


" iya brother sorry, once again thank you brother, Assalamualaikum" I said as I passed into the room


"Wassalamu'alaikum"


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How's all the Reader doing?? May it always be healthy, abundant in sustenance and in blessing.


Kak Ajeng want to share a little info, the reader who deigns can stop by the story of Ajeng's brother who is Back Up, entitled ENDLESS



Why Back Up.. ??


Because actually this is not a new story from Ajeng, this is even the first story of Ajeng first, the beginning began to decide to pour a story., but because the condition had stopped, because the condition had stopped, and go straight to the story of Assalamualaikum Love and Beyond.


There are some comments that want this ENDLESS story continues, As a result Ajeng tried to read from the Early chapter, trying to compile the Flow and just start UP again.


Tell me about what this endless sich story is..??


It tells the story of a teenage SMK girl named Khanaya. At his current school makes him know a familiar man called Rafa, the upperclassman. Men are kind, gentle and also quite attentive.


Attention is not a bond, which leaves Khanaya on the verge of confusion with the meaning of all that attention.


One incident left her bleeding-free. An event that made him realize, that hope to fellow humans is a mistake, the risk of disappointment is greater.


And also there Bayu one friend of the Force who also put a taste to Khanaya, the difference Bayu aware of his feelings, but not with Rafa.


At which will the Heart of Khanaya be anchoredโ€ฆ???


More or less like that synopsis...๐Ÿ˜Š


Who has free time please stop by, with open arms Ajeng said.


And Di wait is also always his support. don't forget to leave a trace yes, Like, Vote, Komen and Giftnya as well.


Because those who read forget to leave the trail, like buying ice cream forget to pay...๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ