GUILTY
EPISODE NO 09
GENRE... GHULAM JILANI
Amy's engagement to Grandma Suriah's death dropped significantly. When the consciousness of the house comes to mind, there are so many things to look forward to ... Detailed cleaning of Haq Nawaz and Salem Nawaz's room was their first target. With their heads fixed, Amy fixed their cabinets, followed by computer tables, side tables, bed crowns, mirrors, windows, carpets, wall hangings, The basement on the shoe rack was also thoroughly cleaned. Along with all this, she was not avoiding mixing the hinges of heaven and earth in the glory of Haqqani and Saleem Nawaz, but both of them were number one and heard from one ear to the other.
Amy's attention was especially helpful to Kohl. The memory of Atshams kept her anxious, but in an effort to forget him, she stayed clean with Amy all day, and in the night, who would get tired of bed again. The eye opens in the morning, and sleep is probably the same as youthful sleep. The next day Amy installed a detailed washing machine and washed all the clothes from the dirt in the corners of the house. Occasionally she would open her hair and rub her nose with her nose and gently massage her head. She was actually researching these two white hairs that appeared in the head of the lotus and was wrong to know the secret of these "thick white hair" on her head at a young age. Made of fine sauces, coals, pigments and stored in glass jars. Haq Nawaz and Saleem Nawaz were truly ashamed when their duty was cleansed. They both muttered, but Amy closed their mouths by luring nuggets and pizza. It was Eid.
After all these engagements, Amy called for a taxi, and in the morning, she accompanied her to the large wholesale market where cloth was taken from the police station. Bringing the gentleman along so that the daughters' suggestions prove to be very useful ... After a lot of looking and looking, the light-colored eyes seemed to favor the cloth they and the gentleman had in common, and his print was very sophisticated. Amy escaped the entire police station. Now this cloth was used to make curtains, pillows, cushion pillows, bedsheets, sofa covers, cushion covers, lounge covers, dinners, handkerchiefs, etc. Summoning the tailor of the neighborhood, Amy poured oil on her sewing machine parts to refresh her as it was her dowry sewing machine that had been lying in store for a long time. The next day, Amy took a seat in the morning in front of the sewing machine. According to their enlightened ideas, sewing is a task, so why raise a dozen flags for work? Komal didn't know that Amy would even start sewing at home. She wasn't leaving her room out of fear, but who could stop Honey? Shortly afterwards the Haqqani Network appeared for its criminal existence.
"Let's have a gentle goat mother miss you ... !!"
He pressed apples into his teeth and spoke with a smile. Komal looked down at the book with a frightened look and in his heart, Paul avoided Ayala and waited for a miracle.
"Chloevo too girl - you didn't hear that? Work thief somewhere - Get up! Get up! Bravo! - Enough rest is done now!"
Haq Nawaz pushed her further, seeing her sticking to the bed, but Komal wanted to make one last effort.
"Right pro? My dear brother?"
When he spoke shamefully, Haq Nawaz's ears stood up, he spotted an eyebrow and questioned him with a smirk.
"Listen to Amy before giving any bribe, she has strictly ordered you to be brought out, so don't expect any from me, my sister. And that one is Slim? Number one thief, Kniktu somewhere - works with broken hands. I have to do his part too. "
Haq Nawaz's own grief was refreshed. Komal closed the book tightly, leaning on the sidewalk and standing up.
It is useless to expect anything from you, haha! "
Amy's heart felt calm when she saw Komal coming out, but seeing her face at twelve o'clock she spoke with lusty tone.
"Go charity. One of my voices rang out. Come on, my baby. I'll teach my daughter straight slices today."
Amy told her as she was about to watch a movie in a cinema. Kumble was filled with blood, she was unable to say anything. Amy showed the step by step pulling the thread from the tube to the needle's nose and then trying to explain the whole system to her, she then came straight to the stitches.
"These straight slides are not as straightforward as Amy was comfortable saying."
The cloth was slipping again and again, and asked Amy, smiling softly.
"All will learn slowly. I was like you, too. I knew you too, but when it came to cleaning my hands, I used to take the whole pair from my hobby. May Allah forgive your grandmother. I liked when she came to see me and after the wedding I used to wear a pair of handbags. "
Amy peered into the gloom of the past. Kumble reluctantly rolled her eyes.
"That is, your mother-in-law came to see you and you were sitting at the sewing machine. - Where is it, Amy?"
Smile when they are so surprised.
"They were simple at the time. I didn't even know they came to see me as a relationship."
There was a shy smile on Amy's face.
"Oy Saleem Nawaz Ajaar Amy narrates her story of marriage, Ajaah, you are still fond of getting married - getting some experience."
They both fled.
"Amy Abu also came to see you with Grandma?"
Saleem Nawaz looked at him with fervor.
"Oh, sorry, such a thing could not even be imagined. - The only thing I saw was after the marriage, the same wedding day - a few hours before the holiday."
Amy said as the new bride gazes down on her smiling face, she was deeply lost in past memories. Komal suddenly remembered the urgency.
"Amy I would say go to see the girl myself, brother, when the marriage is mine then the girl should come to my liking, why am I saying right?"
Haq Nawaz shouted loudly in support of him.
"Hi ...? What kind of girl?" Suddenly Amy sensed, but after seeing her three children sitting in a row in front of her, she climbed on them ... "And shame on me! How shamelessly you are talking about your marriage, you, the shame of your mother's sister - get rid of it - and Salim, who is on fire, escapes with my hands - Or how come the time of God, now man can not take anything out of his mouth in front of such countless children, repent! "
Saleem Nawaz and Haq Nawaz fled. The gentleman was still lost in something of austerity. Seeing her smirking like this, Amy was surprised to have a finger pressed in her mouth, but she was furious over her ignorance. They tied a plaque to the waist of the waist. She's poor Ioi ...
"One, I don't understand the empty piece I made. - No, I ask. Where is your attention to the girl? You have to sew and you have toothache? What can I do for you?" People's daughters learn sewing with such passion and this is a pattern? Just what this girl is fond of.
Softly drawn to the sewing machine with a strong gaze. He was getting the most angry at his stupidity.
"Put a light hand on the upper side. The girl will not slip down again. Does not know when this girl will understand?"
Amy climbed onto the glass nose and watched her carefully.
"I'm sorry ..."
Komal said angrily, then Amy stared at him.
After a lot of effort, Komal's interest could not be restored.
"Well let's go, I'll do myself a favor. If I could get my number on the dresser, ask him where his caravan was ...? He asked to come today."
Eventually, Amy said it in relief. Komal breathed unmistakable calmness. I asked for Multan pure silk cloth from which the sophisticated work of cultivation was done. She kept asking for something gentle but did not tell her because gentle was in her education and it was not appropriate for the girls to read.
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"Dude I'm tired of this boring life, there's nothing fun in life."
She was coming out of the class after the last lecture when Farah told her that Kumble agreed with her 100%.
"Dude, I want to go somewhere myself, Amy's bus does not move. Let me do everything, let me see them sitting for a while, then I just do not feel good again ... and nowadays I am fond of sewing. I get rubbed in the middle - is that a thing? "
Komal burst into his heart and Farah laughed at his last words. Komal looked at him with skeptical eyes and Farah explained.
"Dude your words are just so fun, where do these words in your mind come from?"
She was still laughing. The gentleman also smiled with a slight smile.
"She is actually living under the same roof with Haqqani and Saleem Nawaz. This is her futuristic demeanor."
Komal pulled the sheets out of the bag and said, Farah looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Where's Madam? You still have fifteen minutes to spare ..."
When Farah showed him the clock tied on the wrist, Komal said,
"The van Uncle won't come today and you know I'm afraid of overcrowding so I'll be home soon," Amy strongly urged.
She was closing the bag. Farah turned away from awakening.
"I thought you would talk a lot today but you do not know what kind of girl you are. "Amy's gonna die ... Where are you all in that end?"
Both of them were approaching the gate as they walked. Komal took a look at his weird way of looking at his face and then smiled - a meaningless smile. Other than that he had no answer, Farah's words. Komal had never said anything in defense of his parents. She was afraid of what she was saying. If a girl dares, this little phrase can say that parents say it all for our good. They do this by worrying about us. They have children in everything because they reach a certain age.
