“That's Murjana, I don't know if the witch will come, I don't know if he will come, you've just come to my room without saying goodbye”
"My dear, I'm not going to give you much, so I said, 'Let me catch him,' and he came into my arms and I just waved at him, but he was still staring at me. I greeted him and he didn't respond." Murjana clapped her hands and opened her mouth like a child in awe.
“Murja, this is not the kind of love I want you to marry, the one above you will not be able to bear, wait, I have a plan for you that will make you happy.”
"No, I really don't want anyone, I want Mas'ud, and you have to know how you will marry him or I will reveal the secret we buried in the cemetery…
“Murjana, what am I saying? Your mind, by God, you are doing this deliberately, I know that if you are wrong and kill yourself, you will not marry Mas'ud. Salim, you will marry your best friend, the minister's wife. You are being taken to a place where you will rest. You are putting yourself in trouble with Mas'ud until you are drunk, let alone romance.”
“The bride is Salim and I don't want him. I won't get married. You know what I'm talking about, you bastard.”
“What do you mean Murjana, when will you be with me? Is this love that you're showing me is a disgrace? Is it drunk inside and he holds your hand and kisses it? Is it love?”
"Me! me!! me!!! I don't like him, by God, I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him," Murjana said, tapping her feet like a child, and she went to Amarya's room, continuing to talk. Amarya looked at her and entered the room. Amarya got up from the bed, pressed her phone, and began to talk softly.
"Good night, old friend," he said in a voice that seemed to be deafening, and he began to speak, which came out with a shout.
"Hello, tall
“Tsito, the girl Murjanatu wants to cause me trouble because of the boy Mas'ud, only he knows about it.”
“You long-sinner, leave this talk, everything we have could be ruined if we enter the company of this boy. He is standing in prayer and azkhair. He is reading the Quran. I looked everywhere and saw that we will not get any profit from this boy. As for Murjana, today I will work on her. She will forget all your secrets. I know that we will keep her heart by the way you treat her. Finally, come here tomorrow and you will spend the night. You know the work, I did not explain it to you.”
Hmmm, the bride took a deep breath before saying, “I understand, but I'm bleeding, so I won't do that until I'm clean.”
“That's a lot of work. I'm looking for the menstrual blood of a woman who has given birth twice and has not given birth again. I'm going to work for a member of parliament. Come back tomorrow morning.”
Jiki calmly replied, "Okay," and hung up the phone, repeating, “You really are a witch doctor, you are always trying to make yourself look bad, and you are not being good enough.”
He was slowly eating the food that was not very tasty because he was afraid of what would happen to Sumayya, who was sitting next to him, calmly eating her food without any worries. Mustapha's phone rang, drawing their attention. He reached out to take Sumayya's phone and held it out for her. "Friend," Sumayya said, guarding Mustapha with her eyes, and handed him the phone.
"This is the king's hair, Mas'ud, pick up the phone and put it on handsfree," he did as she said.
“Good night Amini, I hope you have a good day, I haven't seen you at all today.”
“Friend, things are not easy. I have been busy with office work and I haven't been able to come to the office like I said. You know, I'm getting ready to travel to India. The cost is for three months. I want to go this week.”
"Wasn't it better if I didn't call you until it was time to leave and then you'd tell me? Did you tell Ammi?" Mustapha asked, and Ammi, hearing his name mentioned, kind of fell.
"Who is Ammi?" Mustapha said this, his mind wandering. Mas'ud quickly leaned his head against the bed, tears welling up in his eyes, and he began to wipe them
