My Story is Not As Beautiful as Fatimah Azzahra And Ali Bin Abi Thalib
first time meeting
today I did not expect me to meet the figure of a man who is so handsome and also charming for everyone who sees it .
zahrra : ouch....
ali: sorry, I accidentally
zahrra: yes it is not broken
ali: then I continued well, assalamualaikum
source: waalaikumsalam
just that word I heard from her sweet lips, somehow when I saw her I was a little attracted by her whether it was because of her good-looking manners .
*I told all of her to my friend rini, she's very cute and make no mistake she's good lohh .
zahrra: ri , I met someone earlier
rini: who is zar....
zahrra: a dashing man, wkwkkw
rini: ngaco you mahh, where there are days like this there is a man who is handsome
zahrra: if you don't believe me
a piece I told rini, my phone also reads, it turns out mama called me ....
mother: assalamualaikum zahrra, can you go home now ....
zahrra: waalaikumsalam ma, what's wrong why rush once to send zahrra home ...
mama: there's something you have to talk to me about....
zahrra: mom can talk on the phone ma
mama: can't zar, it's important
zahrra: well mama, zahrra go home now
finally I followed the advice of my mother who told me to go home in a hurry, with a deep curiosity, arriving at home I was very surprised by many people at home ....
source: assalamualaikum ...
mommy: waalaikumsalam zahrra, come here baby
zahrra: ma , what's up...
mama: zahrra, mama wants to talk something ...
zahrra: say mama..
mama: zahra, mama want your match with mama's friend, just hope you can accept this matchmaking
zahrra: ma , zahrra not ready for marriage ma
mama: zahrra dear mama know but inevitably you have to want because this has been arranged dearly in an agreement
zahrra: what agreement ma...
mother: from childhood mama has betrothed you to a child from a friend of mama and mama promised to marry you when you were a teenager, forgive mama if mama is not honest with you
zahrra: but zahrra is not ready yet
mommy: honey, you don't worry she's very nice
zahrra: ma , zahrra please ask your mother please stop this matchmaking
mommy: mom can't zahrra
I entered the room and locked the door crying, "why can I be like this, what's wrong I'm god, what should I do , whether I should accept a proposal from someone I don't know at all , I only realized after my bedroom door was knocked by my mom ...
mama: zahrra, he has come, can you go out
zahrra: briefly ma
mama: well smile ding dear mama, don't frown okay
zahrra : iyah mom 😊
mama: let's go down they're waiting for you
I'm surprised not to be a bitch, the man who was betrothed by a man who hit me last afternoon on campus, whether this is a coincidence or just an illusion
