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my acquaintance with him

The clock showed me the time to go home, after a day of work at a restaurant in a hotel, I ended up going home to the boarding house. After completing the asar prayer, I lay this tired body on a soft mattress belonging to my best friend Maya. Maya was a friend and sister to me who lived a kara in a small town, and gave me shelter when no one accepted me.

While lying down I turned on the virtual notebook, I logged into my f*****k account. Suddenly, a conversation came from a man.

hi.. "yes" I replied briefly!

sorry to interrupt your wife's time!, I am one of the guests at the hotel where you work, I am happy to know your sister!

thank God if you are happy to meet my sister! but sorry, what is his relationship with me? "i'm a closed-off typical of romance"

I've heard a lot of stories about you from your sister and I want us to get to know each other.

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I gave him my number, I thought he was a nice guy to talk to.at least added to my friendship list.Hopefully, after calling so many times, we found a lot of matches. He who does not stop remind me of prayer and tadarus.honestly, I am very happy. A few days later, at the end of 2012, he called me asking him about my seriousness, "dad, what are you doing with our relationship?" of course he had a reason to ask like that, because actually since childhood he had asthma, and not a few rejections that he received when he tried to get close to a woman because of the pain.

"i'm serious and I want my sister's family to come and ask me to my parents!, I said at the time so that she would be more sure of my seriousness.

if it's so deck, can you take the time to visit me home?, as soon as I'm silent, how could a madman possibly do such a thing let alone that it's embarrassing, I thought. I disconnected the phone and called my mom, Shock with the permission she gave me. Soon I went and started to prepare some clothes, after I finished calling him, "sister, please call the rental car and ask for help pick me up to this address, I mentioned my current address.

bismillahi tawakaltu allahi laa hawla walaa quata illa billaa... exactly at 4 pm I set out using a rental car that was booked by him."yes Allah, why does it feel like my heartbeat is racing like this?" is this what we call love? the real love I haven't felt since I graduated High School, not because no one was interested, but because I promised and even vowed never to fall in love again,until God Himself will give you that feeling again.

having a relationship with a guy in 1st grade high school traumatized me. It's not that he's not good, it's precisely because of his excessive kindness that makes him possessive of me, he doesn't want me to be friends with any man.