My Story is Not As Beautiful as Fatimah Azzahra And Ali Bin Abi Thalib

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but somehow this heart is contrary to the present situation 'I don't know what to do 'and in the end I was startled by a pat on my shoulder 'that's a pat from my own husband .

ali: what a pity is why you daydream, is there anything you think, speak...

zahrra: no mas

just that word I said to her, but really it hurts so much , somehow I have to lie to my own husband , but I was also confused as to what I should do .

ali: baby, why are you crying...

zahrra: I'm so happy, seeing the atmosphere here makes me cry

ali: this is the cry of your happiness dear ...

zahrra, yes, I am very happy

ali: thank goodness

ali: dear, why are you wearing a blanket to cover your head...

zahrra: it's okay, I'm a little dizzy and not feeling well

ali: then let's just turn off the ac...

zahrra: no need mas, then hot...

ali: it's okay - if you calm down, and don't wear a blanket until you cover your head .

zahrra: it's up to you.

it may hurt to hear, but I was confused in the blanket I cried, moaning not to know what was happening to me, I could only pray to God , smoga by this path I can get closer to the creator .