Islamic Romance
MY HEAVENLY ANGEL

**SINOPSIS**

^^^ A beautiful country girl can make the heart of a handsome doctor fall in love, who is none other than a Nayla Salsabila Azzahra now she becomes a wife of Arfan. Nayla made a huge sacrifice as a wife. A sacrifice that proves that true love is in a woman's heart.^^^

PROLOGUES

^^^For you Imamku....^^^

^^^Your Presence Perfects My Life.^^^

^^^Loving You Is God's Most Beautiful Gift To Me.^^^

^^^^Until Raga Separates Me From My Body, My Love And Compassion Will Always Be Real.^^^

^^^And If I Were Later In Heaven. I Hope You Exist.^^^

^^^I Will Always Wait for You In My Patience, Even If I Have to Wait So Long.^^^

^^^I Classify All My Expectations, To Service To You.^^^

^^^Use All My Love To Reach His Love With You.^^^

^^^Allah Who Has Found Us, Then God Is the One Who Will Separate Us.^^^

^^^Thank You, For Loving Me And Accepting My Lacks.^^^

^^^^Thanks, Has Guided Me Together, Building Love, Building Heaven And Reaching His Ridho^^^

[O Women of the Last Days, Be Women Who Heaven Longs for. So that the Disability of Your Behavior Can Make the Angel of Heaven Envy On You. ]

The wind shook the grass as well as the rice that had begun to turn yellow. Birds fly high freely in the clouds. The mother chicken and her children are eating rice seeds. Children are raising kites, chasing after kites that break, some are playing chase on a haystack.

Slowly the sun began to immerse itself, a tinge of orange greeted me. I smiled at the beauty of the afternoon. Enjoy the afternoon in the rice field while watching children play in the rice fields. While waiting for dusk to arrive. I will always wait for his presence.

Dusk taught me the meaning of loyalty.

He was always there to accompany me when solitude came. It made me smile at the beauty she had, even though her presence was short but her footsteps left behind some memories.

I love the night because of God.

Allah Who created all the beauty of the heavens and the earth. I'm so grateful. God has given me the sense of sight. So that I may see the beauty of His creation.

The voice of the mother's cry calling her son to go home quickly because it was late afternoon, was clear. I miss my childhood so much. When Abah told me to go home, Abah said it was not good for girls to play downstairs when it was late afternoon.

Afraid to kidnap Kolongwewe. I really miss that time.

Where the situation is still good is not as it is today.

Do not feel azan magrib already reverberating. The night still showed the beauty of the afternoon. I hurried to leave, and then took my bicycle which I had laid on the mango tree. Then I went home on my favorite bike that stuck to me every day wherever I went. Leave the twilight still with its beautiful colors.

Now I have arrived home. Immediately to enter and put the bike I had climbed in the yard.

The scars on the old man's face were clearly visible. Now he is only able to lie weakly on the bed while holding a prayer beads. While riding alone. He's not as strong as he used to be. He can't carry me anymore like he used to. He can't ride my bike anymore.