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The do'a line (Islamic Story)

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Down the road for one purpose, happy dearest, nothing more. Capturing images of memories. Write a story and write each step.

I often cry alone. That's my life. It is not a difficult decision to step back. However, a wounded heart is very difficult to find an antidote. This pain? In fact, I can just smile deceivingly.

They want to age together. Bak dagger-tipped. My love has left me forever. However, why should this wound be stored? Can I really recover? I don't know.

This journey is exhausting. I want a friend. Just playing together. But, I don't know what to do. I'm alpa, how does it feel to be happy.

I want to recover until I forget I ever felt this sick.

"The truth is, you're alone now, no longer married. Stop squabbling!" Ketus, the man opens the veil of truth.

I was just stunned, but logic can accept.

No one had ever really given me honesty. They were supportive, gentle and sweet but the result was still me locked in sadness. Lukaku was too scared.

"Should you say that?" I wish for mercy.

"Should. This time you should know about your new status. Must be better prepared to face new realities that do not suit your beautiful hayal alone."

I'm just fucked. Nelangsa. Why should I meet this guy?

I sullen tears. Closing your eyes for a moment. Breathe in as much oxygen as possible, and exhale slowly.

"All right, I'll try."

"Good," The man rolled his eyes for a moment at the blue sky with a thick cloud of clouds. "The world is not just filled with the same goodness that you have in mind. You need to be ready with everything, even in circumstances that could be mercilessly crushing on you," he continued.

I just fell silent. My heart justifies what it says.

Diaz, the man who came uninvited. Like a destiny. He made me make peace with sorrow. Swap wounds with the chance of friendship. Gave me a way to get rid of heart-breaking pain. It's important to heal me.

Full by full moon I pass restlessly. My memory goes back to the events that made the mistake. In the expanse of prayer, that night, I fell. Throw down, all weeping and hope to be one. Pray that God will help immediately. I just need a temporary backrest. Understand the tightness that squeezes the chest. That's it, nothing more.

Still fresh in memory, how I admired my son's clothes, hugged him tightly. Imagine him in sleep. Every afternoon, do not forget to prepare yourself to wait for him to come to the contest. And everything just makes my wounds look perfect.

In the same place, where the wound was broken, I tried to heal myself. By ourselves. And I can't.

The door of my heart is locked with sorrow. I can't even open it properly. Break down? Just getting damaged. Probably ... alone, this man is the key holder.

The key that is held does not make it the owner. Just borrow it for a moment, so that I know how to proceed without suffering. That'sthat's all. It's okay, isn't it?

There was a strange taste that rippled in the chest. A happy swish. as he was at the side. Long talk without meaning. Chatted a lot of things to him. Do I like it? I don't know.

"Don't keep looking at me! You can fall in love."

I flicked my lips, a sign of disapproval.

"Ge-er."

I just snorted annoyed. Let him be in his naughty style.

I'm comforted.

The clock ticks at 18:30, we're still sitting on the sidewalk. Looking at the vehicle traffic. Flickering street lights and skyscrapers add to the grievances of the night.

Silent. We were both silent, struggling with our own thoughts.

It's this late and I'm still with a guy I haven't known for a long time, but it's comfortable.

I enjoy every joke. Sometimes cynical, sometimes sweet and sometimes a little narcissistic.

Healers. That's what I'm pinning for him. There's not much I know about him. I don't want to ask questions, afraid to disturb him.

Let it be like this. Walk according to the destined line. That's enough.

Seconds to minutes later hours, we remained silent enjoying the night air. Decompose the tightness that squeezes. Slowly slowly. Sometimes I see her lifting a little lips. Maybe his brain remembers something. I usually do too. Laughing at my circumstances and helplessness.

"Would you go home or still want to be here?" he asked while turning his head towards my face.

"Just a moment ... in a moment."

I still want to enjoy the outside air, after a long time there is not even interest in stepping even though only in the front door of the house though.

"All right" he replied calmly.

We fell silent back. Long enough almost to the clock.

"Not to think of me! I am indeed very enchanting" said Diaz breaking the silence.

I'm pregnant. He plays in a flamboyant style.

"What do you want to think?"

"anything? My sweet smile. My posture is like an opa-opa korea."

"Opa-opa korea?"

I can't hold my laugh. Imagining this man beside me, dancing like a Korean artist. It made my stomach shake because of the laughter I could not stop.

Apparently, this is a laugh. Perhaps this is the line of prayer that God is trying to give.

Story by: Windy Aira

Finishes.

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