Application

"Good women for good men, and vice versa. Improve yourself to be better, so that your soul mate is the best that comes to complete your life."

"Don't accept it, Mom, he's just kidding," said Haziya quickly as she closed the bedroom door.

"Why don't you accept it, people come to apply nicely," said her mother, surprised by Haziya's ban.

"Anyway, no, he's not serious," Haziya chuckled, keeping her stance. He could even imagine Zaweel's witty face every time he threw a joke at him. The man likes to gossip, is good at seducing every woman, as evidenced by the fact that the female officer at the oil filling station yesterday afternoon was teased.

Haziya had enough of once to swallow the bitterness of a love story, and a failed household. Painful wounds don't look more painful, even time can't really heal. The sky is always drizzling, the longed blue color is reluctant to come. Every day it was cloudy, and the darkness of the night pressed against his che