MATAR MAKAHO

About this Novel

Tears blur my vision, and sadness grips my heart tightly. The room in my dreams, I never imagined there would come a day when I'd live like Shiba. Today, they call it my marital chamber. They've resigned from this life. I hope to shield them, though they despise and envy me. He stood there for over 30 minutes, unable to summon the courage to enter the door. A peculiar fear had lodged itself in his soul. Today marked the day he met his dream wife, something he had never seriously contemplated. Marrying Anya, his humble friend, was beyond his expectations. Would she accept him as her husband and agree to share her life with him? These thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. With a deep breath, he uttered "Bismillah" and, steeling himself, he turned towards their door. With a slow, deliberate push, he closed the door behind him, feeling for the doorknob. He inched forward until he touched a small rise, indicating that he had reached the entrance to the room, and then ascended the stairs. He moved with care, using the building's curtain as his guide, until he reached the window.