"Hasbunallahu wani'imal wakil" she repeated again, in a rhythmic rhythm that was not related to the falling that was happening in front of her. From the moment her car hit the road, her heart began to pound for no apparent reason. She searched her mind, unable to see anything that had happened or could happen to her, which made her associate the falling with a change in weather or a physical injury that could happen without any apparent reason.
After the bride was finished spraying perfume, she let go of the bride's aunt, whom they call Inna Batula, even though she was a woman who was acting like a prostitute, but the noise around her and the way she felt were not calming her down. She wanted to get away from the noise, which made her unable to concentrate on what Inna Batula was saying.
She was walking away from the place again, feeling a little relieved. She then walked a little further away from the place where the bride's wedding was taking place, where some white chairs were placed in a waiting area for those who wanted to sit on them.
She sat down on a chair, removing her veil that was draped over one shoulder. It was a light purple veil that you could estimate its value without even touching it. Her hand touched her long white neck that she had adorned with a thin gold chain, which was very elegant and eye-catching, even though her long hair covered part of the phone, but that did not stop her beauty from showing. A gust of wind blew from her mouth, she took out her iPhone 15 phone and checked the time. It had not been more than four hours since Dududu left the house, but she did not know what was stopping her from going home. She checked the time again, got ready and then went to her friend's dinner, and there were only a few minutes left until the time was up, but in her heart she felt like she could not finish the party there.
She followed him, reaching out after wiping her tears.
"Dear gentlemen, I want to go home. My sultana is alone like a witch. That devil doesn't stop me from coming out just because he wants to cause trouble," Bibi said, adjusting the soft fabric of her long cotton dress.
"The girl you accused of breaking the marriage vows is the one you're trying to track down, leaving her at home?" Inna Hassu said, trying to hold back her laughter and letting out a thin laugh.
"I see a sign that even if Sultana gives birth, you won't stop hugging her, follow me." Jakarta simply reached out and took it, holding it in her white hand with a red ribbon, then looked at Hassal from the side.
“Encourage him, I'll go, if they come back inside, you tell them.”
"Let's go and call the motor for you," said Aunt Hassu, placing the seven-year-old in her hand on the edge of the bed.
As if she wanted to follow him, she didn't tell anyone she was going, because after reading, her attention seemed to be drawn to the house, so she opened the back door for him and they left. They walked around, chatting casually.
She was just tapping on her phone without really knowing what she was looking at, she was lost in thought when she heard the sound of footsteps and footsteps. She slowly pulled her head away, looking at the part she was listening to, then she put her phone back in her bag and continued looking at them until they reached her.
"Oh, are you here?" Bibi asked, looking at her. She nodded, her face relaxed.
“I'm just tired, like someone who's done something, I'm also looking for a companion to walk home with.”
"The girl was looking for a way out, but she wanted to go home and left her alone," Harara Bibi said, spreading rumors.
"Kekam, if you don't stop talking for a month, those lips will be swollen. Let's go or Hamdiyya. When they're done, tell them we're gone," she said, following behind her mother who had gone ahead and was trying to get her car keys out.
