FALL IN LOVE ALONE
JCS 2'S. Passage. 110.
"Sometimes man has to get to the point of "LOST" to understand the meaning of presence, compassion, and loyalty."
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When they were silent for long enough, "You don't go anywhere else! Did you forget that we're getting married soon?" I asked Dhaffin who was none other than Antony.
"Yes, I'm gonna be here with you, and I'm not going anywhere else."
A few moments later....
"You, and all of you, what are you doing here?" ara asked as she looked at Antony and the others' faces.
"From now on we've all been here" Antony said.
"Get all of you out of my room!" throw Ara away while pushing Antony's body towards the door of her room.
"Get out...."
They came out of Ara's room. After they were all outside.
"Sorry for what Ara did to all of you, especially to you Inggit and Joel and the children, sorry Ara!" mother Amira said she apologized sincerely to Inggit and Joel.
Mama Inggitpun walked towards Mother Amira and stood not far from Mother Amira, "It's been Mira, it's okay - we all here understand. Just leave Ara alone, she needs time to accept everything. I know that this will be very difficult for him, you who are patient do not give up to always give him the spirit and support," said Mama Inggit while patting Mother Amira's shoulder and then hugged her. Mami Yoel did the same with Mama Inggit.
"Yes already then, we say back home," said Mami Yoel then shook the hand of Mother Amira and kissed the left right cheek. Similarly, Mama Inggit did the same thing with Mami Yoel, then switched to Mama Ajeng.
"Mother .. we go home first, Assalamualaikum," said Fhani then kissed the back of the hand of Mother Amira and Mama Ajeng, and followed by Laras, Kevin, Ray and Antony.
"Thank you yes, you already want to come to visit Ara," said Mother Amira while taking her guests to the bottom of the house.
After arriving at the terrace of the house.
"I'm sorry to go home first. Assalamualaikum," said Mama Inggit.
"Waalaikumsalam, heart - heart."
Now they're gone. Mother Amira and Mama Ajeng back into the house.
Now they sit in the living room.
"Above Ara what are you doing?" tanya Mama Ajeng started the conversation while staring at the face of Mother Amira.
"Come on," answered Mother Amira briefly.
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Delivering the departure sincerely, "The lowest point is not the last point."
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What has happened has become a fate that cannot be changed. Although the wound felt was still so painful and gaping, I also had to let my future husband go for a long time.
Plans to build a household, achieve a common dream - the same must end extinct.
Slowly - land, this hijab-wearing woman tries not to drown in sadness and tries to sincerely continue life even though it feels no longer the same.
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***Whatever form of loss it is, know it, the best way to understand is always from the side that goes. Not the side left. If you force yourself to understand it from your side, then you will curse God, only to restore those dark times.
The best way to summarize is when you understand that all things we can not return, and because leaving is not always accompanied by saying goodbye then appreciate every second.
The lowest point is not the last point. Everyone is leaving, it's just a different time. Dhaffin is happy there, the place in shayah Allah is beautiful, thank you for making the life story as great as this. Al fatihah for you dear***.
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I tried to hold her and hold her hand, she returned my embrace, she held me, back I felt comfort with her, I felt her giving me strength, kink, she stroked my hijab affectionately, but slowly he let me go, then away from me, further, further and further away from my sight.
When I woke up, I was crying, I was not crying because of pain, but I was crying because my heart was very sick.
Now the world to me is dark, my heart seems - if it doesn't stop crying, crying over the man who has been gone for so long, he will never come back again.
Suddenly my eyes were fixed on the book on the table, I just remembered that it was the book that Dhaffin gave when he came home from abroad.
I picked it up and opened the pages of the book one after another, minutes later I was immersed in the story. I cried reading the book, at first glance as if I saw Dhaffin's smiling face in the book.
For some reason now I feel that power again, the power of love that Dhaffin gave me, I feel that he is near me, embracing me, calming me, I can feel love and unfortunately.
Dhaffin, I love you so much and love you, I am sure you are happy there, even though you are gone from my life, but you never left my heart, you are eternal for me. Your departure never ended my love.
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Next day.
Today I plan to go to Dhaffin. After making my bed, cleaning my body, I immediately went out of my room to the bottom floor.
"Mother," called me as I walked closer to where Mother was sitting.
The Mother also turned her head to the arrival of the voice, "Well, what's the matter, baby?" ask the Mother while standing staring at me, "Where are you going so early?" ask Mother again.
"Ara wants to eat Dhaffin" replied the boy briefly.
"You want, Mother accompany?" haggling the Mother.
while smiling despite the effect of being forced, "No need ... Ara just go alone," said I convince the Mother that I'm fine.
"Yes, you're heart-heart on the road."
"Assalamualaikum," said Ara while reaching for the hand of the Mother and kissing the back of her hand.
"Getishalight."
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Now Ara is in the car and ready to drive her car to the highway. A moment later, Ara's car drove down the highway to the cemetery.
Moments later...
Ara was already at the daffin makaman. I presented Yasin's letter to him because yesterday was his birthday . I sprinkled his grave with the flowers I bought just now on the side of the highway. I read verse by verse from Yasin's letter. I said do, a for her. I kissed the tombstone. And I said happy birthday dear and good-bye.
May all your sins be forgiven by God, and you be happy in heaven. Your name will always live in my heart, I love you.
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