Fact / Fake = Fuck !

Fact / Fake = Fuck !

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Sabrina Aisha Fatihya adalah seorang gadis berjilbab lebar yang sering disebut orang sebagai gadis yang hyperaktif. merupakan seorang gadis idealis yang ceroboh, sering bodoh, tidak peka, tapi jujur. Sifat yang mudah baper dimata orang-orang sekitarnya sangat menggemaskan, sehingga orang senang sekali menggoda dirinya dan membuatnya marah. Sifatnya yang selalu ceria itu ternyata hanyalah sebuah kepalsuan untuk menutup semua luka hidup yang dialaminya. Orang yang belum mengenalnya pasti akan berfikir "lebih baik tak usah mengenalnya sama sekali". Karena ia seperti hidup tanpa masalah meskipun bukan orang kaya. Orang yang sudah mengenalnya apalagi cowok, pasti akan menaruh hati kepadanya setelah menaruh simpati. Namun, dibalik sifat cuek luarbiasa yang dimilikinya, ia hanyalah gadis biasa yang cuma punya hati.
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« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

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