I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 45
Irene opened the taharah books she had bought with Fizhan a few days ago. The weather outside was not supportive, so there was nothing he could do but nourish his own brain with religious material.
Two weeks passed following with their National Examination which was also over since the last ten days. Currently there is no school activity anymore except waiting for a graduation letter that will soon be issued by the school.
Y'all know? At this time Irene really has struggled with the Islamic world is almost perfect. He has read the following Quran with the meaning contained in it. The girl has also begun to understand the ins and outs of Islam through Fizhan's explanation and the books are now stored neatly in the closet in particular. There is no regret and no doubt, it all flows just like qalbu is the one who leads.
Irene's closeness with Fizhan is also increasingly adrift. Often they learn together or deliberately create a forum with children to increase knowledge. Irene was more comfortable and even her love was growing on Fizhan. But what about that guy? Do you feel the same?
Tok to tok.
“Re you what? Let's eat first.” Antony squealed from outside.
Oh yes, do not forget also with a big secret that he has been keeping from anyone. Actually Irene also has a special closet that can not be opened by anyone but herself. He deliberately bought the coded object so that all kinds of items related to Islam could not be smelled. I don't know when and somehow eventually.
“Iya Pa.” The hazel-eyed virgin inched to fulfill her papa's invitation.
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“Damn!” A man in a thick coat tore a piece of paper and threw it on the ground. This is the third time the single has accepted the crazy terror of not knowing where it came from.
Stay away from Irene she's my lover.
You're gonna die when you get close to my girl Irene.
Irene my beloved wife's.
His eyes were absolutely sore as he read all the black ink that was scratched up there. Either the stupid work who was clear all this had really made his mind wonder.
“What could this possibly be from Irene herself?” Sam guessed the origin. But his heart really wasn't sure if that woman was the culprit. Where could Irene be that cute and sly. No, Irene wasn't.
Sam is also confused as to how. Because he never found any trace of the perpetrator except a stone throw wrapped in paper that always stalked him wherever he went.
Once upon a time when he had just set himself into a cafe and headed to an empty table the only one there he found a small black box. Curious about his discovery he opened and how shocked the man did not see what was in his right hand. Not only that, there are also many strange events that lead to a white paper bearing the name Irene in it.
Until now Samuel had never met Irene before his mission made Esther jealous. Actually it is not that he is unable to show the nose, but the man only feels useless if he brings the body without any case to the head of his heart. Oh it's really not that she already knows how Irene's attitude towards him is.
“I don't care. Nothing can stand in the way of my struggle to reclaim my throne.” Sam mocked the paper and shuffled into his house to clean up.
Drrt.
He had not had time to step foot long vibrations sourced from the phone made him rush to reach a flat object embedded in the pocket. The man narrowed his eyes to look at the voice caller.
“Oh you turned out.” Sizzle sizzle while putting the phone back in his jacket pocket.
Hey why not lift?
On the other hand a woman slammed her phone into the bed. His heart is hot, lately Sam is increasingly indifferent to his existence.
“Fuck to Sam! I cape argh!” Lyora throws a nightstand followed by a dings of small objects up there.
I don't know what's wrong but since school has ended the girl so rarely met with the title of her heart. If the word Sam anyway let the kangennya more and more. But Lyora couldn't believe it, she knew that it was just Sam's wits.
“I love you so much Sam, but why don't you ever think of me here again.”
Sam often refuses to meet or even just meet via phone is rare. The girl was also very tired of scribbling information between her lover and Irene through many people. But the same thing remains nil. All he could do now was terrorize Sam through the papers bearing Irene's name there.
Hey wait a minute!
Whatwasthat? Paper?
Oh so Lyora did.
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“Sweetie where are you?”
“At home.”
“I want us out tonight.”
“Oh sorry baby I'm with mami.”
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“Arrrgh shit! Fail again fail again!” Alan's upset not a bitch. I don't know how many times his mission to execute Esther failed. Almost every day they came out and during that time the man never managed to break into the defense of his girl. There are always obstacles, there are obstacles. Alan grabbed a bottle of wiskey from the table, this time sitting alone in the basecamp.
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“Actually what do you do every afternoon son? Why since papa left yesterday your activity changed completely.”
The deg!
Irene. Such a delicious side dish was no longer felt on his tongue. Actually from the beginning the girl had suspected that her papa would ask this.
“I only study with friends Pa.” It's true what he said, he learned.
“Since when did your child become very diligent and social hem?”
“So the story papa does not like this?”
“Hei hey! Not so dear. Papa's just more proud to see you now.”
Irene did not respond, she only replied with a slick smile. Right now the girl is really like an enemy in a blanket for her own biological father.
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