
hi-hi this isn't up his story huh.
but this is an expression of gratitude to the readers who are still faithful.
although the conflict is minimal and seems less exciting because the character is not tortured excessively the same othor.
yes, mo gemana again. othor is kind hearted not arrogant, fond of saving and still single eh...
hehe...
not ... Not because of that. But, the author has less heart to torture the character let alone the character is a woman.
othor only presents a different story than usual.where the female character is tormented.can not defend himself, even the husband to torture him even though the husband of love died with his wife.
well, yes when loving but torturing a loved one? it's not really.
so the othor chose the minimal conflict.because in the othor's mind yes one it is.
a loving person is one who knows how he behaves in expressing his love.
oh yes want to know the story of the other othor.
this exists
Bride an impromptu substitute.
the main characters are Ramalia Az-zahra and Bagaskara Raditya Anugrah.
The story of the name is almost the same. suddenly fused in a marriage.
othor love chapter 1 its yes.
Are there two names that are almost the same? Coulda. Not only that even the date, month and year of birth can be the same.
Is this what we call destiny? How could. Bagaskara Raditya Anugrah's. The man with the perfect face sculpted with a tall and sturdy body was also stocky, looking pale-faced.
Nearly two hours later, he stood in front of a walled iron fence. His screaming voice calling someone he knew did not reveal his nose.
Thought the Gucci-branded round object of limited edition. The group of people he brought earlier including his parents had started to get nervous. Not a few of the socialite friends of the mother began to gossip loudly.
Bagas, as soon as the call of the man flinch. His suit is worn, even the necklace of jasmine series that he wears has turned yellow because it withered.
Yes ... he should have married today to the woman he dated this year.
He had given the woman of his tribe enough money to hold this sacred event. The white man remembered two weeks before the wedding day.
Amel, so call a beautiful girl with a proportional body. The ideal lady Bagas. Gave her a final chat not to bother her with the reason of focusing on this marriage.
Understand and mafum. He is also busy taking care of all the wedding arrangements.
The groom's clothes have been sent by the bride.
Bagas. At that time when fitting a wedding dress, he did not go to a famous boutique according to his mother's advice. Amel recommended a distant relative.
"Kasian she's a darling. She's a widow left behind by her husband, "that's the reason the girl gave her.
Bagas who incidentally cared for fellow people was immediately filled to hear the tragic story. He quickly agreed to whatever the girl said.
Even the girl sent vidio a tent and pelaminan that was being built.
Even the girl's Instagram is full of photos of the girl being arranged, with the caption "end of the single with my lovely."
How hearty Bagas flowered to see those photos. His heart can't wait to grab hold and clean the lips of the girl of his dreams.
"Dude!" a jolt broke his daydream.
"This how? It's been three hours. Why is everything empty jumping like this. He said everything's ready?!" a barrage of questions came out of the man as old as his lord. He's Raditya, Bagas' papa.
His face was sluggish. He arrived an hour ahead of schedule. I should start at nine. The handsome man and the entourage came at eight. His heart was racing fast. He knew this marriage would never happen. He was very sure of this marriage. Moreover, there is a janur in which the two names of the bride are listed. His name and the girl's name.
It's somewhere else. Looks the figure of a tiny girl wrapped in ivory white wedding dress. The jasmine-dyed hijab looks down with a reddened face. It had been two more hours that he waited for the groom to come. But, the waiting did not reveal the trunk of his nose.
**** Now that's Chapter One..
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