Sie Culun My love

part 77's

Do I need to explain? ask Zahwa.

"certain."

*flashback

Back when I was Junior High there was one of the students who looked geeky, with thick glasses and hair in the braid.

He was always the subject of ridicule from the other children, until one day when he walked and fell there was no one to help him, they mocked him, some deliberately spilled drinking water soaking his clothes, he did not dare to resist, could only cry.

If I were him I would fight, don't want our pride trampled on people.

From there I had an idea to look geeky.

When Junior High I was satisfied with what I got, many friends because maybe I am a rich boy, school idol because maybe I am beautiful, hehehe.

When I graduated Junior High I started buying some glasses, tompel, browsing how to wear fake tompel.

Had a debate because everyone disagreed from Mama, Papa and Brother. But my throat is round. I don't want people to be friends just seeing someone's status.

Finally they all agreed with my appearance, on the condition that I have to go to Oma High School, I agreed to that condition, but I also applied the condition to keep my identity a secret, she said, they also agreed to my terms.

I want to live an ordinary life, to have sincere friends.

At the beginning of entry I was a little hesitant, but it did not matter if I did not have friends, because my intention was to study school.

But it turns out that the first time the response was good, yes even though there was a mouth of nitizen, I did not care about all that.

It made me even more sure to keep looking geeky.

I want people to love me not because of my love, not because of my wealth, I want them to love me for who I am.

flashback off's.

I salute you, baby, I'm ashamed of you.

Don't say that, brother.

"What made you accept me?" ask Fathul.

"Well, why can I love someone like a sister, hehehe."

Brother don't sleep," whine Zahwa. "Alright I'll answer correctly.

Fathul closed his eyes as if he had not heard his wife.

I don't know when I fell in love with my husband. The first time I met him I felt he was a good man.

He was very cold, and by the way, very irritable. But somehow as time went on, I admired her even more, when we liked hanging out together, coming home together.

The more I know him, the deeper that sense. I tried to shake off that feeling, I was afraid that if my love was just clapping one hand, I realized with myself.

Who am I, only a geeky-looking girl is not fashionable, kuper.

I always try not to fall in love too deeply. But what is the power of my heart can not be lied to.

I can only call it in every prayer. I pray to God to give my best. But I was a little pushy so I could be paired with her.

Because I believe he is a good man, the best priest, who can lead me to heaven.

Thank God God for granting my prayers, I am happy to be with him.

Thank you, since Big Brother has chosen me to be your mistress, I am very grateful and very happy.

May we always be together in joy and sorrow, until death do us part, we are together in God's heaven.

Fathul who listened to his wife's story, without her noticing the tears just escaped.

He was very happy to have an angel of heaven like his wife.

Then Fathul woke up from his sleep and hugged his wife, with tears still soaking in his cheeks, thank you, I should be so grateful to have you, he let go of his arms and kissed Zahwa.

Zahwa who saw her husband shed tears, she immediately wiped away her husband's tears, never shed tears in front of me Sister, Zah was very sad.

"It's happy tears baby" he said then kissing both eyeballs and Zahwa's forehead.

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