Love of The Internet #Part 11

Love of The Internet  (Love Story)    I woke up to the words of my mother, my younger sister is at home: the boy who goes to school has not made breakfast.

‘‘Love of The Internet’’ 💍♥

 ️Part 11 

(Love Story) 


When I went home things were messed up and my memory was gone, even if I remember I didn't get a chance to give it to you.

 

The two boys laughed and taunted each other. My dear Sawda is looking at them and I think she is thinking about what they are saying and how things are. The words they inject into my tribe that she should think about it and ask me something is another disaster. Because Sawda is part of the society that despises us. It is a lie to tell you that Sawda is among the people who despise my tribe, and I don't know much about her personality because we are new to each other. But the reason I said that is that the society in general has contempt and discrimination against us. Sawda is a part of the community, if she knows that I am from a marginalized community, she might even leave me at school.

 

Maybe bad is not good but it's a fact that I can't lie to myself about. If Sawada respects our love, her family certainly won't. Like her father, mother and siblings. Sawada turned to me in surprise, her face showed that she wanted to ask something. But if she feels that she is missing the trouble that it will cause, she should be left alone, because it could be the beginning of great pain and sorrow.

Again, a question jumped out of her mouth that her love could die for but she didn't know. We ask many questions that we don't mean to do to people all day, but we don't imagine the burden and trouble they can cause to that person.

 

Sawad said: Munir, what tribe did you tell me and what are the people talking about? While I still did not answer, she said: do they know each other, understand what they are saying? It's seven o'clock in the morning, we're in front of school and we're waiting for the lesson to end. There is still a lot of frost, but the face of the prostrate part is sweaty. The sweat came down to my face and his chin flowed together. She is very surprised and she doesn't know what I am talking about, but I am silent and I refuse to talk to her.

 

But she is really a wonderful and kind girl. I was amazed at how little we knew each other and how amazing she was. She came closer to me and put the book bag on the floor under me. She said: How long has Munir been sweating, my dear? And while her basal shell, which is wrapped around her head on her right hand, caught the rust. She put her hand on my neck and wiped the sweat from my face to my neck! I feel that he is with me today and I have never seen him before.

 

All the students are looking at us, I'm not sure if some of the teachers are there or not. But she doesn't care, she just prioritizes me, and her priority in the end while I answer the questions is next to me as I expected. She asked me, tell me about the party and what the boys are talking about, and you are so upset about it, my dear? I'm not usually one to tell other families to at least hide from discrimination and hardship for a few days. I have a habit of telling everyone how it is, without really caring.

 

But Sawda is the only person I truly loved in my life, and I am not ready to lose him. Until now, my mouth is waiting for the answer, both of my eyes are like a flashlight, both of her eyes and her face are amazing because of the folds and folds! But I made a strong decision in seconds to tell the truth and the pain will go away today and I will get the results today. I said: my dear, I am from a community that is discriminated against in this area, and they were doing their duty to make life difficult for us. All that's left is for you to complete me and learn to move away from me.


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Love of The Internet  (Love Story)    I woke up to the words of my mother, my younger sister is at home: the boy who goes to school has not made breakfast.

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