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The author comes back with a new story that is no less interesting loh!

Title: An unwanted marriage

Synopsis: How would it be if a woman covered in sin was met with a sholeh man. Handsome and rich too. That's a pity, isn't it?

Some people regret it because Ayaz who is a sholeh man must have a wife that can be said to be wild. I like to go to nightclubs, get drunk and commit adultery.

But Ayaz was forced to propose it, because the father of the woman had a lot of services to him. His father was a good man, Ayaz was able to taste the education of his dreams in Al-azhar cairo thanks to his help. It was possible that Ayaz refused his request.

But unfortunately the marriage was met with opposition from Ayaz's own mother. His mother's shame on Ayaz's wife would only be a disgrace to the family. But Ayaz still tried to maintain his marriage considering that the woman's father had handed over his son along with a great responsibility.

Then how is the love story of two people who have conflicting personalities???

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Chapter 1 snippet

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AZZAHRA

The frenetic sound of deafening music. But it's been my whole day in this place. Releasing fatigue and also a place of escape when stress hits. Alcoholic drinks are my favorite menu. I was even able to finish one bottle but remained sober. I am a good drunk.

Today is a special day for me. The day I was born. And the most fun thing to celebrate is just here. With my friends and my girlfriend who is hugging me from behind.

His name is Viki Aryan. Guy tajir twisting. It's pretty, and definitely hot.

"NIKMATI TONIGHT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN...!!" I screamed loudly, holding a bottle of whisky in my hand. The sound of cheers and applause from my friends made me even more excited. I dance on the dance floor with my style which is definitely very tempting.

Sexy clothes with body goals. Perfect! That's what people often say about my appearance. And I'm sure that's what makes Viky crazy about me.

"You're so wild tonight, baby." Viky whispered behind my ear. And I immediately turned around to embrace her neck for our bodies to get closer. I smiled seductively at him.

"And you like it... "

Viky smiled at his mischievous smile. I don't know why I think he's getting good-looking with that smile.

We had a wonderful evening, no matter what tomorrow might bring. Because for me, there is no tomorrow to have fun.

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AUTHOR POV

Elsewhere. A man was rolling his shirt. After a long day of work. He took the time to stop by the mosque. Take ablution water and make the Adhan as usual.

Her voice is melodious. Very mellifluous.

Anyone who hears it will be amazed. And more eager to come the mosque, in droves. Find out who owns that beautiful voice.

Handsome and well-established male figure. They're amazed. No one knew that he was the CEO. He was rich, but his wealth did not make him glare at the world. Al-azhar Graduate. But chose to continue the company of his father who had long died. Because of his father's last will.

His name is Ayaz Mahendra.

After making the Adhan so solemn. He was also a priest there. The chanting of the holy verse of the Quran that comes out of his mouth is no less beautiful.

After the completion of the prayer, pray. Ayaz left the mosque and went straight back to his house. When he opened the car door. The figure of a long-veiled woman approached him. So sweet and graceful.

"Mas Ayaz!"

"Fatma, are you still here? didn't you say you were menstruating? I thought I'd come home first."

"Fatma wanted to go home first. But scared... This is malem. Can Fatma take Mas Ayaz's car again?" the woman smiled shyly. Anyone could see that he liked this guy. With such a reason, Ayaz could not possibly reject it.

"alright. Let's go in."

Justright. Fatma cheered happily in her heart.

They went home together. Ayaz was so quiet. He only spoke as necessary. But he was not a cold man. He can be friendly to anyone. Especially the poor and orphans. Ayaz was very happy to support them.

Fatma was used to her attitude. Because it has known this man for years and even his mother. Fatma thought Ayaz was the right match for her. But unfortunately Ayaz took it for granted every attention and good attitude of Fatma. For Ayaz, Fatma was just his little friend. But not so close, only Fatma who likes it in silence. And hope that Ayaz will ask him soon.

"It seems that it can't. My former lecturer is ill. Tomorrow I want to see him. Just let Mama get you anther, okay?" say Ayaz softly. And that disappointed Fatma. But keep smiling at him.

"Judah, you can't."

They finally arrived. Fatma got out of the car. Before entering his grandmother's house. Both of his parents are gone. That is why Fatma rests more on the family of Ayaz. Luckily his mother Ayaz also liked Fatma who he thought was a sholeha woman.

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NARA POV

I yawned wide. My eyes are hard to open. My head feels dizzy. I don't know how much alcohol I've spent. The point is now I end up in bed as usual. And when I turned around, Viky was still deep in his sleep with his body on his stomach.

Huh, I remember last night we spent a hot night like always. Viky was wild every time he was in bed. But it rarely gives me satisfaction. He only thinks about his own satisfaction. Thankfully, I love people. If not, I've stayed.

"Honey. Baby, wake!"

If you sleep like a kebo. Difficult wake. Even though his body was shaken and even shaken. Because of Kesel, I finally shouted.

"DADDY!!"

Viky woke up with his red eyes.

"Can't you wake up that real person?!"

Huh, I hate it again in this kind of situation. Just built up like this is angry.

"I really woke him up. You are the one who glues! It's hard to get up."

The thing that surprised me was...

Viky pushed my body until it fell to the floor. And it feels really sick. Not just the physical but the heart!

Guys like he's always gini. Tempatramen and make me careless sometimes.

"You can't, don't be rude?! You don't think I'm sick of being pushed like that!!"

"Mistake yourself wake people up. Mama is sick!"

Don't feel guilty. With the rest of the people back to sleep. This is what happens to us every time we meet. After a twinkle together from an alcohol party until sex. After that we fought like a cat with a dog.

Fucking guy, man!

It's been delicious. Boro-boro wants to go home.

I get out of my bed. Then clean yourself up in the hotel bathroom. Keep coming home. Not for long the same decet like temprament guy like Viky. Entar also if he misses the most he himself who nyariin.

On the way home I was mentally prepared of course. Make ngadepin papi at home. Obviously it's going to get this rampage. But yeah, that's not Thara's name. Daily food with the papi sermon.

"Gee...

There's a guest. I think this time I'll escape papi's sermon." I cheer happy dong. Papi can't possibly be mad at me in front of his guests.

Asikkkk

Just one step into the house. Papi's voice was blaring.

"Where have you been?!"

I was shocked to keep staring at Papi who must have glared at this. Whoa... Usually if there are guests papi not angry. It's kok...

Uh wait a minute...

Who's that guy, huh?

How I just saw. Wih... handsome. Her body is hot. There was such a huge stretch of the shirt he was wearing, there must have been torn bread everywhere. And the thing that astonished me. How come yes, guys have the color of those lips. Even though the slash is usually an item. But he's...

Arrhgggg.....

Unfortunately, I don't like the glasses he wears. The effect is rather ancient. But other than that, I'm yes!

"Thara, Papi is talking to you!"

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