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Love is a terrible curse, something that can make a person better or worse. Thus, this is the story of the first love of Ayesha and the eternal love of Khadija that happened in Abuka's life. One woman who was so close to his heart without telling him, without knowing it... Another woman who came into his life by telling him, knowing him, and letting him know... Love flows like a clear river... Even the twinkling of an eye, the sigh, and the silence made love between them. A story of myrrh-scented love, kept with great purity and affection.