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The girl desperately waving his phone showing him a picture of Fatima on the wall, then gets into his message, where it says "good night, sweetheart" (Fatima, of course, did not answer) A-Damn you! And...

It's hard.. But the wedding was excellent. Everyone was having fun, dancing.. Ah-Fatim, will you stay here tonight? I— No, sorry, my dad doesn't allow the night to stay (I lied), I'll go. And— And you of the as'hab saw? Look, I'm so scared... I What? Ah.. This.. You know. From these seemingly innocent words, it was as if my heart was torn out. So stop! Stop thinking about him, have suffered enough, suffered enough, it's time to go home, cry and forget it all like a nightmare. I-Okay, Hades, already night...

On behalf of Fatima Quietly, slowly, I walked along the road. This is crazy.. I try not to think about him, even though I end up thinking more than I should. This hopelessness is killing me. I don't know where this road leads. I tried to go into the house quietly, without waking anyone, and I think I succeeded. To be honest, I do not know what will happen next, I do not know how I will live on, how I will be able to breathe, because I already exist. Tomorrow their wedding. And that will be the end of it tomorrow...

-------— Caught. Uncertainly I enter the building where a crowd of screaming men. It's getting weird. Ashab is already in the cage, running his eyes back and forth, stopped at me. Smiles. I forget everything I've been through. Importantly his smile. Importantly his happiness. I—good Luck, my dear, —whispered among the lips. He understands. Hears. Battle begins. And my heart starts pounding. I pray he holds on. The enemy was strong. But no one can break Him.. Won. I knew. There he was, smiling and looking at me...

Went back. What the hell is wrong with me?! behalf of Fatima Hate. Hate. Hate. Insolent! How dare he. Tears, not stopping, flowed with a new force. I feel like a dirty liar. Vile. I hate myself! I hate him! Hate all! Why is that? Why can't I just be happy? What have I done wrong in this world to be punished like this? It's all my fault. Whoever I'm attached to is falling apart like a house of cards. Fortunately, no one was home. Exhausted, quietly rolled down the wall, holding his mouth, so God forbid, someone heard me...