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sak Ros aka Mawarmay now presents the latest religious romantic story....
who doesn't know yet....
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God will attend every day or every three days...
let's hunt before you miss...
do not miss there is a love story between students and lecturers....
let's hunt ramiakan...
invite many friends to read their unique and oenuh meaning stories...
there is a sweet-sweet romantic there is also a story full of nuances.
do not miss immediately read MAHYA HILYATI who will accompany friends who remain at home...
come hunting read will definitely be fascinated with the scales of Mr. Dinan dazzling.
- - -> Romadhon Project
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Speaking of Ramadan, it will remember the month in which the Quran was revealed. And in that month there was a night better than a thousand months or people used to call it Lailatul Qadar.
Mahya Hilyati, just an ordinary girl. Not famous or be a campus flower, village or friend. She was just an ordinary woman who had a dream. Yes, he was not born on the moon there is a better day than a thousand months. Did he have high hopes that month?
What is that hope?
then, then,
Can the ordinary girl Mahya Hilyati live up to her expectations?
this is the story, the story of an ordinary man with a hope. Remember that nothing is impossible if God wills. And everything can happen if we try and pray.
Remember!!!
God conforms to the prejudices of his servants.
@mawarmay
footage :
"This is for you" said a very close voice. Mahya received the bottle of mineral drink while looking over.
"Astaghfirullah," cried Mahya as he stood up. While the people around him there are turning their heads or glancing while whispering with other friends.
"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised." Mahya says that while looking down.
"No papa, I just pity your throat which will dry out." Mahya glanced slightly at the bespectacled man who was currently walking away from the bus stop. Made Mahya sigh between disappointed, angry, grateful and offended.
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"What's wrong?" asked Pak Arkan indifferently making Mahya snort faintly.
"No sir." Mahya sat in her chair.
"There can't be anything urgent if you don't get into my class."
"I'm a student of the Father too," said Mahya stuttered, he realized that his one lecturer realized his presence was not to follow the courses he taught.
"Then be patient with good patience." (Who knows what this sentence is quoted from?)
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"Yes, you sit here. Mas order juice to break the fast then we go back to the car and find a place to pray before going to the restaurant." Mahya looked up at the husband who was standing from the squat.
"I don't want to be left alone" said Mahya slowly. Arkan nodded then he extended his hand.
"Come on!" Mahya looked at the husband's hand and then at the husband, hesitatingly he put his hand together with the husband's.
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"Munched and swallowed first just talk, then spray everywhere." Mahya saw his best friend was just an indistinct grin. Mahya published her smile.
"That seems to be the last guidance, because until the end of Ramadan Mr. Arkan forbade me guidance." Mahya became unappetised with the food that was in front of her because of that memory.
"Why is that?"
"So, that one lecturer is a little weird." Mahya answered presumptuously, Mahya could see a suspicious look on Zahra's face.
hows....
let's hunt the check directly into the field...
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