Prolog: Assalamualaikum. Dear my future husband, Directly I want to say that when we meet later. Don't proposing me to be your girlfriend. I don't want to be your girlfriend. Massively no. I may reject that red roses, shining ring and become all such a awful moments. Sorry. Because I just want to be the one you call as your wife. Duh, I may to rush in this things. By the way this difference between me and other women, is that, all they wanted to have all those. Me on the other hands... I indeed who wishing and dreaming. Only. Just as i know my limit to Allah and lower my gaze. And when to said no. I pray you understand me. That I still wishing you'll be my ‘halal’ prince charming. Who holding onto the Quran in your right hand and the Sunnah in the left hand. And riding your horse of Taqwa. Tame me and save me. On the spot. I hear you're worth the wait, so I’ll wait. Insyaallah. I not aspect that you are a perfect husband in future.

Seperti kebiasaan, stesen KTMB Kepong sesak dengan orang ramai di waktu petang. Suasana harian untuk orang yang bekerja balik ke rumah masing-masing. Kembali pulang ke sarangnya. Sambil memegang tali beg belakang, aku berlari menuruni tanggga demi mengejar kereta api yang baru sahaja berhenti. Menambah kelajuan, akhirnya aku berjaya sampai masuk sebelum pintu ditutup. Nafasku kencang akibat kepenatan. Mataku mula meliar di dalam kotak putih itu. Melihat sekeliling untuk mencari kerusi kosong, tetapi hampa kerana semuanya sudah diduduki. Namun mataku tertacap pada suatu ruangan yang lebih lenggang berdekatan dengan bahagian lelaki. Dengan cepat, aku berjalan ke arah itu dan meletakkan beg belakangku disudut atas lantai. Aku mengeluh perlahan, lega kerana sempat sampai tepat pada masanya, walaupun hampir-hampir ketinggalan. Bila kereta api mulai bergerak ke hadapan, aku mememegang tiang besi yang tersedia. Dan sejenak, terasa sesak selepas menarik nafas yang menusuk oleh kep

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