Dila was fast asleep. Her heart was a little sluggish after telling Iqbal. Even though things would never change, at least she had spoken to her brother.
Iqbal was an older brother who always loved and protected her. If Dila was a little more courageous and not afraid of being called flirtatious, maybe Iqbal would help her relationship with Fatih.
Dila drifted into dreamland. Hoping that this dream never ended and did not return to the real world.
The door to Dila's room was knocked on from the outside. After dawn prayers, Dila went back to sleep due to fatigue after the reception.
It turned out that being a bride and sitting in the aisle was very tiring, especially when Dila had to wear a heavy suntiang on her head.
The door was knocked on many times from the outside. If it didn't budge. The beautiful girl was still drifting in dreamland.
The knock on the door got louder and Dila woke up. The girl stretched while collecting lives.
