Love Spins In The Sky of Qatar
First Meeting in Qatar
Viona Rosalina is a broken home girl. He often gets physical and mental abuse from his father. My mother died by suicide. Every day he ran away from his father.
The girl was traumatized by love. He judged all men as his real father. It is said that the first love of a daughter is her father. Not the case with Viona. His father was a wound to Viona.
Injuries that cause trauma to establish a serious relationship. She vents her stress by watching the ball. He used to idolize Cristiano Ronaldo. The football player's life story is very inspiring to Viona.
Once a street sweeper, to become the richest football player in the world. His popularity was able to beat the famous artists in Hollywood.
Viona is willing to save the demo can go to Qatar. He wants to watch the last game of the legend, Cristiano Ronaldo. Four years he saved from his salary which was only a cafe waitress.
"I can finally go see my idol in person" muttered Viona happily looking at the glass window of the plane.
I can't wait to get to Qatar. Slowly his attacking drowsiness snatched away Viona's consciousness. The girl slept on the plane.
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When he arrived at the airport, the girl smiled happily. His chest was pounding, impatiently watching the idol's match.
"Oh my God, Qatar is really a very rich and beautiful country" muttered Viona amazed at the building near the airport.
Viona recalled that the hotel she booked was close to the airport location. The girl wanted to save her money, she decided to walk towards the hotel.
"I'd better walk. At least I can save money so that I do not starve in the land of people," he said slowly while dragging his suitcase.
Lots of people from all over the world are there to watch their proud team matches. Some wear Portuguese shirts, including Argentina and France.
Not to forget Viona covered her shoulders with a red and white flag. Proud to fly the flag of his country in another's country.
The girl arrived at night. The road he passed was quite quiet because the night was late.
Suddenly a man ran towards her. Looks like the guy was being chased by a bunch of people. Her face was battered making Viona surprised.
"Oh my God, what happened? Why was the man hurt and chased after people? Isn't Qatar the safest country to use Islamic law?"
The girl wondered in her heart. However, when he saw the man's face he realized that they were not Qatari. Except for other countries. Her hair is blond and her eyes are blue.
"Sir, are you okay?" viona asked softly and worriedly when she saw the man almost fall down.
A group of foreign men approached Viona making the girl nervous. Cold sweat drenched his forehead.
"Miss did you see a bule man running this way?"
The scorpion tattooed man on his neck asked Viona. It scared the girl half to death.
"He ran there!" point Viona towards the North. Make all the men run in that direction.
Viona heaved a sigh of relief when she saw those people trust her and left just like that.
Viona looked back and made a sound.
"Get out, they're gone!" viona's word was not answered by the stranger.
"Hey, did you hear me?" ask Viona again with worry.
He decided to approach the bushes in search of the stranger. Viona widened her eyes when she saw the man faint.
"Yes God. Is he dead? Akk ... Why am I so unlucky?" upset ass.
The girl stopped a passing taxi and asked the driver for help to lift the man into the car.
Viona held the man's head. He immediately searched the man's wallet for information.
"Xander Dominic of America" he murmured slowly to read the name of the man he helped.
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