I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 22

Fizhan did not reply, the man floated the object to a woman next to him. Irene was dumbstruck, slowly she looked at what this all meant.

“Look.” Fizhan said the code was for Irene to put her face right in front of the mirror.

Irene was soon dead. He faced the mirror and saw the face of a woman who was exactly the same as him. Ah no-no! Not the level that is currently the focal point but a cloth wrapped around his head, the veil.

That black thing looks really slick. The tip of the top cloth that stretched to the right and the shape was too forward to make Irene's face almost closed and left only the nose and lips, only, just like the character Martha who is in the story of mother-mak with rabbit ears. Then the lower end of the hood is not the same flat and without a pentul needle it also makes the square object gape wide when hit by the wind.

Irene fixated.

He only realized that actually what Fizhan laughed about earlier was the shape of his hood that was very inappropriate in the criteria for normal humans. Huft is like an autistic child today.

“Already?” Fizhan re-opened his voice after watching Irene's face now blushing out like a boiled crab.

The girl spoke a thousand languages. His eyes glanced to the upper right while remembering something.

Just then, when the school bell rang long a sign that the class hour was over. Irene immediately stuck her motor gas to go home. Today he really intends that he will not create a record late again to go to Fizhan's house. After arriving at a building where he had been fighting fate, the girl immediately headed to the room to change the school uniform into ordinary clothes plus her hood.

But when the square object was wrapped in the head and almost perfect, he felt something strange from his face when faced with a mirror in his room. Then the girl was rummaging back the black cloth and when she wanted to reuse the shape was much different from the beginning even this time much worse. Holy hooch! He forgot how it was at the beginning.

Irene kept trying until the clock turned to the right. All the ways have been tried but there is nothing like it. Finally the virgin resigned and put on the origin of the veil and rushed to Fizhan's house.

“Hei.” Fizhan said as he shook his palm right in front of Irene's face. The girl was still loyal to her daydream.

Fizhan chuckled amusedly. If only the woman who was currently within two meters of him could be touched, maybe he had already dueled Irene's head with both hands firm. He felt funny, Irene was no different from the girls who always visited this place.

“Re.” Call her once again which this time successfully made Irene turn her head.

“Ehm i- yes I mmm. I can't wear a veil.”

“You're serious?”

Irene nodded. He knew exactly that right now Fizhan thought he was joking. But how else? All ages indeed only this time he touched the square object. On the other hand, it will also not be possible to divulge how the story really is.

Fizhan smiled faintly then brought the distance closer to Irene. His hand grabbed the tip of Irene's veil. Hey what's he doing?

“What do you want?” Netra Irene. Is this man in front of her going to kiss her? Nature thinks guessing.

“Izin yes.” Fizhan said softly. Soon he threw a glance in any direction and then put his hand on Irene's veil and straightened out which side seemed to be collapsing.

Oh My God!

Irene's breath was choked.

It feels like being in a dreamland.

With the help of Fizhan fix the veil of the girl who is currently frozen like a pancoran statue. He also deliberately threw a glance in the other direction so as not to look at the face of Irene who was tempting. Not to forget also he blurted out the words that contain a tutorial on how to wear the right veil on Irene. Geez or maybe Fizhan has been a woman before?

Irene's heart was pounding so hard not even to breathe it was very difficult. Is he dreaming that there is a handsome prince wearing a veil? Irene slapped her cheek many times, hurting. It turns out that the girl was not dreaming.

His face was still flushed like a tomato, occasionally he drew in some deep air and took it out slowly. His blood murmur still felt rushing and his body also trembled slightly.

Well why is it like this?

The man who realized Irene's nervousness also suddenly pulled the two corners of the lips to form the letter U. I don't know what's on his mind right now. But Irene could guess that Fizhan was laughing at her nerfes.

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Esther gushed from the main door of a white building with a sumringai laugh painted on her face. His arms were swaying in the air, he pulled a step towards a rice shop.

There, he met a servant and said that he would buy all their merchandise until the ludes were left alone this afternoon. Reacted the waiter and some ears that heard round the eyes of a surprised sign.

Is there a scene in his house?

But why all of a sudden?

Because everyone who wants to order in the banter portion always contact their side two days before and not suddenly like this one girl.

After receiving a myriad of packaged rice from the waiter, Irene finally went to the lip of the road with two male servants who helped her bring the pile of rice.

He gave the food to everyone he met along the sidewalk. His face blushed, he felt too excited today.

What really happened to that girl?

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“So from tomorrow you follow the way I was. You understand that, right?” A typical male voice was heard breaking the silence between them.

Irene stared at the shady look. His heart condition has not improved so much, he felt that there were many flowers that began to grow in there. But one thing left Irene wondering. Why would Fizhan be able to do what a woman would normally do, had she ever been a bridal fairy before? Huh where is possible.

“Why do you know how to wear this veil? Aren't you a man?” Irene asked in the end.

“Ah yes, because I often squirm Aisyah wear a veil in this house.”

WHWHAT?

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