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ARDINA
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  • Reads 481
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 5
  • Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2021
Disatukan kerana perjanjian antara kedua belah keluarga.Tidak pernah berkenal malah berjumpa. Tidak mengetahui luar dalam antara satu sama lain. 

Menjadi isteri kepada Tengku Nadzhan Mikhael bukanlah mudah, seorang kaki pukul dan panas baran. Dan terlalu banyak dendam yang belum dilepaskan. 

"Perempuan macam kau ni layak jual dekat kelab malam je"

Terasa? Mestilah ya. Berkali kali aku cuba untuk mengambil hatinya namun tidak pernah sedikit pun dia menghargai malah terus mencari kesalahan aku. Dia melepaskan dendamnya pada orang yang salah sehingga aku sendiri nekad untuk mengundur diri. 

"Awak kata perjanjian harus ditepati. Jadi,tepati janji awak. Kita terlalu banyak kehilangan. Awak layak cari kebahagiaan awak sendiri."

Disaat itu hatinya sedar yang dia perlukan aku dalam hidupnya. Namun hatiku tidak semudah dulu, aku terlalu lelah dengan segala permainan dia. Berkali kali dia memohon kemaafanku. 
Disaat itulah aku harus memilih sama ada memberi peluang atau mengundur diri antara dua belah pihak
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20 parts Complete Mature

After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.