WHEN A HEART-BROKEN GIRL CHATS ON HER BLOG WITH AN UNKNOWN IDENTITY TRYING TO GET HIS GIRLFRIEND BACK, WILL THIS TWISTED LIFE MAKE HIM FALL FOR HER? WILL SHE LOVE HIM BACK? WHAT ABOUT HER PAST? WILL IT HUNT HER? WILL SHE BE ABLE TO FACE HER FEAR OF RELATIONSHIPS? AND WHO WILL HE BE? IS HE THIS TYPICAL ARROGANT, HIGH SELF-ESTEEM, SO HANDSOME GUY? WELL WHAT IF HE'S A BILLIONNAIRE SUPERSTAR? fall in love with their complicated love story
but is this all that you want? 
what about her sister and the two playboy brothers as her neighbours? what is wrong with them? this Prouker - that mean one - that her heart stops whenever she hears his voice even if she says she hates him and that Loncent - that innocent one - that is so cute and that is so funny and that never stops laughing whenever they're around
but when his mum plays cupid role trying to make them be together, what if all their acts began to fall apart and reveal an evil plan of their mum's that they had been ordered to do.
was this all fake? will she get heartbroken? who did she fell in love with? what will she do after knowing their plan without them even knowing? who will she choose to be... a drama queen? or a revenge queen?

BROVE BLOVE UNTIL LOVE

I couldn't sleep all night thinking what I really felt about my dad, after telling this stranger my story, I guess he felt the toughness of my life but had surely disliked the big nightmare daddy. But I never wanted someone to say dad was evil so, I had to clarify the feelings I had for my dad to him, I won't let anyone insult my dad so, I sent this... 


" My dad is the love of my life, even after all what he had done, when I look in his eyes, I fond, I feel secure, he is part of me that I can't flee from, I can't stand feeling that one day I would lose him, you know like the one true love you find and that keeps hurting you till you let him go, I just can't. I melt in front of him and forget all that he had done to me. I adore him. " 


I felt a lot that he never and won’t ever care about me if I died. But he's my dad. 


My mom was of course my love too. She was so hurt, I saw her crying at night, praying for God's help because of the financial money, searching for work to get a salary that is almost with 2 thousand pounds to get us what we need and make us happy, she put on a brave face to make us bear the life we lived but, she couldn't believe we were fine. 


I watched people in famine, dying and giving up what they had of food to their wives or children, I saw mendicant in the streets with no place to go to, like how they say in France SDF. Even refugees that are even kicked out of the countries, they only seek refuge. All these stuff made me realise I had a lot. I want to tell all the people you have a lot even when you think you don't. So, thank God! You have eyes, ears, arms, legs, fingers, hair, clothes to cover your precious body, food to keep you alive, people that love you, mouth and tongue to express your feelings and thoughts, every breath you take, every organ functioning, every smile, you can't count all the gifts God gives us. Trust me you will get more; because you got one already fulfilment. 


Out of all the mess I lived, I loved my life. I am older now in thinking and I know a lot, living experience is more than reading a book, the fear, the distrust, the hurt, the joy of getting back to your home, to feel the blessing you had and was taken from you and you returned it after 2 years of struggle, not sleeping and having tests and exams to study for, being responsible for your family in an early age, you and your sisters. That was a lot.


Chapter 9: My love for dad