18:32.
They're here! They're here! Open the door, the groom has arrived! the women screamed, tearing their poor ligaments. God, this hipisi staged, like the groom, gold embroidered. o Lord..
Okay, yeah, don't bother, I don't care.
I sat in the kitchen and watched through the window, wanted to see what, all praised, this groom, but all in vain. They were surrounded by the same women. Whatever, I'll go eat something.
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Half an hour later, And Fatmakhanum still eats, good food was mnoogo
And my metabolism makes itself felt.
So now Fatima goes to the bathroom, what's that? Nobody knows, fluttering friends, it will be spectacular — I raised my hands as do the fans, players, and whisper shouting my name (I'm a little bit not myself there, when with itself 🌝) open the bathroom door, not open 🌝 pull the handle and disgrace almost fall forward (almost falling) for the shoulders I keep some rake, horrified look at them, who is their owner? my mouth opens, I stand like a Down and look at the stranger.
- Careful, are you hurt? he looked me up and down.
I— Uh(still Down) and then it dawned on me, I can not go to the toilet in front of a boy, and for some reason, I don't know why, I started fast and loud talking IS! I CAME TO GET THE POWDER, BUT THERE'S POWDER NEEDED, SO I'LL TAKE IT AND LEAVE. ALREADY GONE. (and she's standing stupidly looking at his hands with the powder, he smiled, and not something like, but soooo beautiful)
— Nothing) - scratched the back of my head and is gone.
He is gone, and has remained there stand as an idiot, simply would stand and'm in huge broad back, which gradually disappears from my field of view. Then I remembered that I wanted to go to the toilet
🌝 well here I will not describe..
A few hours later, the guests left and I went.
Think here not worth to describe.
*After some days*
M-Fatima!
I'm what, mom?
M-Come here
Oh, no, this is going to be bad.
I-I don't like your tone, mom, is something wrong?
M-Sit Down
I-What happened? "my patience was wearing thin. Villages.
They've come to Woo you. — is she looking straight at me, at a time when I don't know where to go.
I-Mom, you again! I DON'T! WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THIS UP AGAIN?
M-Just listen! Understand, daughter, you are no longer a little girl, you have grown up, we will not be able to be constantly with you, especially since I want to see my grandchildren. Why are most of your friends married
I— I have no friends! I snapped, her tone going from warm and gentle to ruthlessly steely.
M-my father and I give you exactly a week, maybe they will come to us in a week to find out the answer. Just think hard. Here's a picture of a young man, look how pretty he is. Just think for a week, and then we'll see.
Mom left me alone with my thoughts.
Really, I can't spend the rest of my life with my parents, so maybe I should give him a chance. And if... My thoughts were interrupted by the telephone.
Of alleyway, the apparatus Fatmakhanum?
"That's the one," I said cheerfully, recognizing the familiar voice on the other end of the line.)
- What?
Am I what?
S-No, me.
I— I get bored, get to the point 🌝
With Love in 4 days in the most beautiful, smart, kind, natural, gentle and generally the best girls birthday
I-But my birthday isn't in 4 days.
S-Mouth shut up do, you're coming?
I'm On my knees
With— Nuuu
I then insist, well, I don't even know well 🌝
S-Great. All right, Salaam alaikum.
And included.
I, Ah, face included, young man!
------- (guess how I spent these four days you raskazyvat not worth it)
To be continued...