Binding, Binding Promise
Not Doormats!
The night that all Lucca Entertainment and Maurer Group employees were waiting for finally arrived. Star-studded night with invincible luxury. Since the magrib arrived, the guests began to arrive. In addition to coming to meet their idols, enjoying the dishes that have been prepared is the most desired thing.
A party!
A word that is always in the interest of young people in the midst of his busy work. Just like tonight, everyone gathered under the same roof to celebrate the happiness of Zain De Lucca, the happiness that the entertainment company he built with his hard work brought to fruition.
Even when he chose to come to Indonesia and leave his company under the supervision of his assistant, he was still confident that the entertainment company he built would develop quickly. And behold now, all men praise him, and all the great stars are under his control. Not only in business, he even found his true love, the most beautiful woman in the world who could make his heart beat fast as he looked at him from far away, Yuna Dinata. The graceful girl whose charm can intoxicate Zain De Lucca.
"Amazing!" A woman in less material clothes cheered happily. His hands and feet could not stand still, his thin body bent shrewdly following the music played by a tattooed DJ.
Flickering sourced from the lights installed in each ballroom area feels very blinding. It was blinding for Yuna who was actually unfamiliar with the youth-style party, free and scary.
Oh Allah... I think I came to the wrong place. Alcohol? In this place? Inner Yuna while covering her nose, she closed her nose because the woman standing nearby could not stop chugging the contents of her glass to the toilet.
Zain, where are you taking me? You should have said the concept of the party you wanted was like this. I admit I did go to this place and check it out a few times, but what is this? Alcohol? In this place? I don't like it! Yuna muttered again in her heart, the sound of music that was too loud made her heart beat fast. The dance floor that he had wanted to try with Zain, now there was no more desire for it. Being in the middle of a drinker or alcoholic makes Yuna goosebumps, it feels like she wants to run away from this party and then sleep in her room without regret.
"You know? I heard Mr. Zain's wife is a very arrogant woman. I also saw vidionya. Vidio as he quarreled with Ploy Nan." Said one of the women standing in front of Yuna. Yuna smiled wryly, expressing her surprise.
Arrogant! Isn't that too much? Everyone who knew her would argue that Yuna was a girl with a perfect personality, beautiful, gentle, and kinder. Yuna could not grab the hair of the woman in front of her for having made bad comments about her, all she could do was ignore, ignoring any comments that would have hurt her.
"eeee! Miss Ploy won't be able to grab the woman, she's using a doormat on her head."
The deg!
Yuna's breath seemed to stop, she who had been mediocre now wanted to beat up a group of women who had dared to insult her.
Doormat! That shitty woman put her hijab on like a doormat? What words hurt more than this? Without a second thought, Yuna immediately approached them. His initial intention, he just wanted to advise a group of women who wear clothes lacking the material to not insult the beliefs and principles of his life. Indeed, the challenge of Yuna being a Muslimah in the white elephant country is much greater than the Muslim women who live in Indonesia.
"Hay girl, my name is Yuna. Zain wife." Yuna said as soon as she stood in front of a group of women who were warming up. Some of the women who were busy talking about Yuna now seem embarrassed to see the beautiful charm of the figure they think came from an alien planet.
"I'm a Muslim, and this..." Yuna held onto the edge of her passport while looking one by one at the material-depleted woman standing in front of her. Islam teaches its adherents to always spread kindness, and of course to be gentle in every situation.
"This piece of cloth I wear, I call it a veil, and with this piece of cloth I cover my veil. To me wearing a head covering cloth is much more valuable than my life, because this is my identity.
It's not a doormat like you say without understanding. It's also not just a piece of cloth, this is how I keep my honor." Reveal Yuna with an unreadable look. He had wanted to teach the girls a lesson, but the gentle attitude that the Prophet always exemplified managed to suppress his desire to repay them.
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