Can't Have You
Chapter 28's
It's still morning…
when I write word by word into a string of sentences just describe the morning. The rest of the rain in her rendition last night sublimes the dew into a loop of water in the leaves and drips slowly in front of the house I built with love. The mist must come from the valley of Sumbing peering at the sun that greets anyone who awakens before dawn to unravel the blessings of angels who descend to earth praying for goodness for Man.
The House of Love is a hope, when the prayers I pray in my mind grow into a conscience motivation to always move forward to bring future history. Though the set of memory events always increase colorful decorate the life that is racing with time. Something is missing, something is dim and something new appears as maturity watches life.
It is still morning.The spirit must always rise like the rising of the sun. Spirit unravels life into a legend that never ceases to accompany prayer with the steps of the mind to process and always proceed to build the hope of a value of goodness from small and simple to complex full of nuances, and always in the process of building the hope of a value of goodness from small and simple to complex, the important thing is keajegan (istiqomah) to be a routine to learn how to pack a sense of sincerity in the frame of patience to form a tradition of building perfection of heart and mind in the realm of life relay.
The house we built with love, should be a haven where our beloved nursery transcends love for my wife and children. The house of love is a madrasah (school) where to learn trinkets about wisdom and wisdom in the simplicity of life with a high taste, how to appreciate and how to respect.
The house of love is the house of the heart as well as the house of the mind with its clarity interpreting the meaning of learning the essence of black and white.
The picture of the morning I write will be noon, then afternoon and then night. The life cycle will always metamorphose perfectly. But from there life will still be colored with a variety of colors by humans, such as rainbows that are actually biased from white. What life seeks is to do the best of what is available. Faith is the key, the stronger it is rooted in the heart, mind and whole body the clearer it is to see and interpret life. Faith becomes love…. Love above love.
And I had my husband promise me over the house of love we built and God in sanctions.
My dear, why?
Dede: I, I promise!
dede: promised that we build this house of love must be until grandparents and death that separates us.
oh, my dear, I promise. And the purpose of the mas also achieved the pleasure of God by improving himself to his path with the woman he had chosen
dede: aamiin🤲....
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After promising each other loyalty until the end of that life we both committed Although the storm hit however we both have to be in line and support each other. Good grief must support each other so that the Love house we build is maintained and remains lasting
May what we Desire Allah be pleased with prolong our life, nourish our condition and physique, and be kept away from sickness.. Aamiin allahumma aamiin🤲's.
Give us our wish that allah is your control over the whole universe. When you say my kunfayak and it happens all of your will and desire without a single person being able to stop that destiny.
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Seriate