Marrying my Helper Girl

Prologues

Serving Customers is my routine every day in My Online Store, from starting to reply to Chat with Customer, Reseller, or with Ku Suplayer.

My job is an Online Business.

I sell Hijab Shari'i Muslimah Shirts and Muslim Shirts for Men from children, teenagers, adults to old age. My Online Store name is Syasya Hijab Collection.

Although the Online Store is ordinary, but I am very grateful to still have a job that can make money for Myself and to help my parents' economy.

Name Ku Aulia Syasya Bela. Usually called Bela in the neighborhood of Ku village, but from childhood I was always called Syasya which I consider as a favorite call for Me.

I was born into a family that can be said to be simple, My Father is a Factory Worker and My Mother is a Washing Worker, that was before I forbade them to stop working, because my income every month is enough for Me and Parents and even still a lot left. But I'm proud to have such hardworking Parents as them.

I am the second of 2 children. My brother is a man, his name is Yudha Pradana and he is now 29 years old, who is married and has children. My niece is currently 2 years old. She is very beautiful, white, nimble, puffy and also cute like me, hehehe 😆

The three of them now live in the House that my Mother used to buy for her. Is it good to be my brother? anything must be in my mother's favor. But yes it is 🙄

I am currently 24 years old, yes different from 5 years with my brother who is super duper ignorant.

I am a veiled girl who wants to move to be a better person, I do not want to be haunted with sin in my dark past. I began by closing my aurat and occasionally wear a veil when traveling far. Too many of My sins, I want to be closer to the Creator, Allah the Most Loving 😘

The same dream comes to Me at night and always makes Me wake up in the middle of the night 😔 dreams of a young man who reaches out his hand when I fall but I always can't see clearly her face was.

"God, why does the dream come to me? God, I hope this is not a bad sign" I murmured

And who is that young man? I don't know I don't know?

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Assalamualaikum 😊 My name is Rifqy Al-furqan, A Doctor and Young Businessman born 26 years ago. I am the only Son of My Parents, Yes son of Arab and Indo descent.

My father is from the Middle East country of Saudi Arabia and my Bundaku is from the State of Indonesia. I am grateful to be born into a family that can be said to be rich. My Father owns the Coal Business in Kalimantan and owns the Hospital I now run in the City I now live in. I also have a culinary business that already has several branches in this big city in Indonesia.

At my age it was said to be ready to get married, especially yes I am well established. Huaaahaa what is really I'm established?, yes it's true I'm well established 😁 But dear Ku's attitude is too indifferent, cold and most do not like when touched by others except my own parents, ever since He left Me and ran into another Man's arms while I was in a white room after an accident 1 year ago.

Until one day, I admired a Hijab Ivory who had helped me from a great accident 1 year ago that put me in a coma for 2 days.

But I am grateful that there are still people who help me a girl and 2 middle-aged men who took me to the local Regional General Hospital.

She was a good girl, in a semi-conscious state but surely I saw her worried face My helper girl back then. She held my head full of blood that was hard to stop, I saw She wrapped my head with her pashmina hijab that looked so long as a scarf, so that my head will not bleed again. Unknowingly I held his hand tightly, somehow I did not want to release the hand until I was unconscious in 2 days in the Hospital.

When I realized all I saw was My Parents, I didn't see the girl. Like a daze but I still look to the right and left hoping for Him, the Good Girl who captivated Me the first time I met her. But he doesn't exist! 😐 I saw at that time was just a photo of a very beautiful natural veiled girl with no Make Up at all on her face inscribed with the name Aulia Syasya Bela on the back of a plain white photo. It was on the table beside my bed.

I lost Him? Where is He now? I don't know!

I took the photo with a trembling feeling and the same shaking hand, when I saw the picture I smiled happily because I accidentally found the photo, so I can look it up through the photo and the name. Yes I can! 💪

At that time I was determined to seek to marry Him and of course upon Ridho Allah must be 😇

**Until one day a young man was sitting in his pride chair staring intently at the assistant and his best friend as he said

"Find my helper girl as soon as possible Dimas" while throwing a photo of a veiled girl bearing her name

"But where should the Cave look for Qy? We've been looking for him, but what? the result is nil" said Dimas hoping that Rifqy was bright with his search, he thought it was very boring! after all it has been 1 year also thought Dimas

"The people don't want to know! anyway you have to find out information about him until we meet!if you don't see me, don't expect me to be back in this room again!**" reply Rifqy as threatening, yes indeed threatening 😆

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