Prologue
My name is Fatima Nayyer Azahra, you can call me Fat. The word father, Fatima means quiet, gentle, son of the Prophet Muhammad, Nayyer means luminous, while Azahra means extraordinary and smart. I am so happy my name is very beautiful. I believe my parents gave the best name to me.
Ever since I was little I didn't like white milk, especially the fragrance of milk that I occasionally want to vomit. In the past, my father and mother often forced me to drink white milk when I was sick. Because of that, until now I didn't want to drink white milk. I love matcha latte, the fragrance smells like a flower. They always make fun of me by insulting matcha latte. I myself have never listened to their words. Matcha latte is a part of my life.
When it comes to men, Iam remember the figure of the man I always loved. He is my prince. I am the true owner of the heart. Through his life story, smiles, laughter and happiness are able to make the flowers bloom. Until one day, the flower withered for something.
Argana, I miss you
