It was as if she was really scared, no I didn't see her, she backed away to run. He grabbed her hand, Asma'u shouted at her, "Hey, Umaimah, don't you see?" She ran to the kitchen and grabbed her hand but he pulled it away, he didn't say anything, so he grabbed her hand with one hand and started removing the plates that were on his body and then continued to wipe it, all the evil spirits in his body were upset, I brought this girl, we lost but I will deal with her today.

  The party stopped! He saw everyone focusing on themselves, which was what he hated, and his heart grew even more sad. You spent the days standing there, she looked at herself, how could she walk through thousands of people without a scarf? How did this humiliation seem to her? All the clothes were tight on her....she yelled at her, didn't she? She was taking off her clothes and it was a fit! When her hair was small, the small hairs on her head scattered everywhere, she stood up quickly and started to shout at him, he said, “Give me the scarf because I see you don't take the soup very well, I don't have a towel to wipe your clothes, they look like a blanket.”

 She felt a loud bang, she turned around to look at the window, "Hey, Umaimah, who did you give the clothes to? Come on, let's go get the car towel and give it to him." Oh, oh, I don't have a scarf or a scarf, I'm wearing it, my eyes are filled with tears of sorrow.

He got up and went to change his clothes, saying he would wait until he was done. He was just pretending to be angry but he couldn't show it to anyone, despite his constant anger.

Please, Anty, I need your help or your helper to help me so that I don't have to go through this again. She was about to do it to them and she was waiting for everyone to put on their headscarf but by the grace of God, she didn't put on her headscarf. Before she went upstairs, she saw the helper with the scarf on his leg wiping up the remaining soup they had poured. The wedding was already underway but when she saw her go upstairs, the bride's mind came back to her, she handed him the towel and gave him a hug.

Can't you just tell him what's bothering you today *UMAIMAH*?

He repeated the name in his heart in frustration *umaimah* she started to rub him and he drank more mur, seeing Asma'un's attention returned to there she started to grab a bowl of soup that she was keeping and praised him more where he didn't find the soup. He put his hands together. He looked at her in some kind of surprise, who was this girl? He continued to watch Iklan Allah stop eating mur and she was making soup and was pouring it for him and he put the towel on her and she was lying down. When she finished she was about to stand up and hug her and she went back to her with force, he looked at his friend and said if you don't drink this meat, I won't eat it, he handed it to him without even looking at him and continued to watch the dancers, she tried to get up and he pressed her shoulder with his hand, he looked back and saw everyone's attention was on the dancers he put his hand and opened the front of her dress and poured all the soup into her breasts and then he patted her back again and he turned his head away as if he didn't know anything. I was close to him and he looked at her easily! He stood up for us.

She stood up in pain, the sauce dripping down her dress, and she threw the meat into the bra.

How could they have done this humiliation to her? Seeing her cry made him feel a chill in his heart, he now understood the pain of her life. She left the courtyard, struggling to shed tears, and Fiddausi followed her, shouting, "I heard you were lost in thought, I looked at the face of the one who had become like a bowl of soup." She was about to speak, she pulled her clothes off and went ahead.

She retreated to the back of the hall and began to cry, her cries of frustration not covered by a scarf or a hat. She had had enough, until it began to get dark and people were coming out of the windows, indicating that she was done and she was leaning against the wall.