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MIMPI [ ONGOING ]

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Lisez le roman MIMPI [ ONGOING ] écrit par l'auteur Ain_Zulaikha_0732 publié sur WebNovel. NUR AMIRA seorang gadis yang sudah kehilangan ibunya. Kejadian tragis ibunya masih belum diungkap. Pelakunya masih lagi berkeliaran.MUHAMAD RAZIQ lelaki yang mempunyai muka yang lembut. Amatlah baik s...

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NUR AMIRA seorang gadis yang sudah kehilangan ibunya. Kejadian tragis ibunya masih belum diungkap. Pelakunya masih lagi berkeliaran. MUHAMAD RAZIQ lelaki yang mempunyai muka yang lembut. Amatlah baik sehingga membutkan Amira sentiasa tersenyum mengingatkannya. Sehinggalah pada suatu hari... HAZIQ ZIKRI entah mengapa tiba-tiba lelaki ini muncul dalam hidupnya. Mengubati hatinya yang sedang luka. Sentiasa bersama-sama dengannya. Lelaki ini juga membuatkan hatinya tidak keruan. Rasanya tidak sama apabila dia bersama dengan Raziq. Satu persatu rahsia terbongkar. Tidak tahu dia perlu hidup di dalam Mimpi ataupun Realiti. Please visit my wattpad account : @ainzulzul tqsm ^_^

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