Marriage Contract Letter

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To say hello ....

Hi ... Assalamu'alaikum .. how are my readers all hopefully at this time you are in the protection of the creator.

Healthy people are always given health. The sick are given patience and are quickly nourished, who are in trouble given ease. Those who are having problems are soon given a way out. And those who feel narrow are given spaciousness.

On this occasion I want to promote my work that God willing you will love it. It's called "Love My Raised Mother"

The work entitled "Not Husband Hope" which I wrote in recent months will be finished soon and as his replacement is "Love My Raised Mother" and may you like and ... please pray also that my work will be more popular, 🤭 ngarep I🤭 but Aamiin will.

👉 tells the story of a young man who wants to pursue a dream and is assisted by a woman who is said to be young. Financing the young man until he achieves his dream.

Here's the storyline👇

Somewhere in the waiting room, Arya was sitting casually looking at the people who went back and forth. Who wants to take up or who just landed. Arya is deliberately at this airport to follow her heart who wants to go there and who knows can meet Fatmala who some days outside the city.

In the middle of being stunned and daydreaming suddenly his eyes suddenly found the figure of the woman he missed. Arya shook her head several times she saw it wrong but it was true. Fatmala walked with the personal assistant who both pulled her suitcases.

Arya stood up and immediately approached Fatmala who was walking rather quickly and seemed more busy with a cellphone in hand.

"Yes-yes, ck. Why would it get stuck anyway? I'll probably take a taxi." Fatmala at the end of her phone.

Then his steps stopped when he saw Arya right in front of him. "You?"

"Yes, i. Good night, brother, just got home?" arya replied with a friendly smile.

Fatma's eye beads moved wildly. "You ... on assignment or-"

"No, I was just messing around, eh. .. what a coincidence to meet here with you." Arya nodded, her face looking bright.

"Oohs. Her casual clothes don't look like they're working." Fatma nodded and showed a shady smile to Arya making the look stunned and fascinated.

"Mrs, I'll book a taxi for Madam. Please sit and wait." His assistant said while pointing at a chair.

"Ooh, no invitation, brother?" search Arya briefly see the face of Fatma and then lowered his head.

"Yes, my invitation was stuck in traffic on the way here. I don't know what time it's coming." Fatma Complaints.

"Em ... if I go home with me how? I have a motor, not a car. Which if it rains? raining-"

"And if it's hot? the heat! that, right?" Fatma cut out the sentence Arya said.

"Eh, you know that." Arya showed a smile on her lips. A moment when the views of the two met and then a second later both of them lowered their eyes down.

"Where's Brother? will I take you home?" arya asked him a repeat of the question.

"Em ... would you mind, don't mind or don't bother you?" fatma is afraid to disturb.

"Ooh, certainly not Brother. I told you I'm just messing around here so nothing really matters." Arya convinces, then takes Fatma's suitcase from her hand.

"But even that if you do not feel uncomfortable riding a motorcycle?" arya asked doubtfully.

"actuallys. Are you intending to not? how do you keep asking?" Fatma stared fixedly making Arya misbehaved.

"Em-em. It's not good to be afraid of that." Arya looked nervously stared fixed by Fatma.

"Yes, it's .. if it's intention, yu?" take Fatma with you while taking her steps first.

Fatma was the assistant. And told me to cancel the taxi. Arya pulled Fatma's suitcase while making a smile. His heart dag Dig dug was erratic. His heart trembled near Fatma.

"Are you really not riding this bike?" arya asked doubtfully.

"Udah ah, not just be it. Fatma mulu mulu" Fatma pretended to melengos ....