An Inspiration From The Author

An Inspiration From The Author
KNOWING LOVE



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...KNOWING LOVE...


...Day with a blazing bagaskara that makes the atmosphere look beautiful, decorate the blue sky and feel pain if Always viewed. While the vehicle is still passing by on the road at 12:30 noon, places are still crowded at people's visit. Either what is today or maybe because today is a special day....


... “San..I have a question for you nih.” Iwan started the topic after a few minutes of silence, no topic of conversation. Maybe because we both have not joked like before who had not been together, yes Iwan began to say first. ...


...I still look awkward to answer it. ...


...“Um...! What's cobak?” I tried to get rid of my old curiosity and throw away the awkwardness....


...Iwan nodded then laughed for a moment....


...“Questions you don't need to think about San.” Instead Iwan took a sitting position that if comfortable then he continued back “In advance where are the eggs and eggs?” lightly he asked that question....


...We've both been in school since we sat on the bench. But ever since I broke up the cottage and Iwan decommissioned the outdoor school, the two of us rarely met, rarely together. Just a holiday day we can meet, together again.that's even once a year.  Actually the iwan also mondok mondok, but I mseih so know there is a little conflict that makes it void for mondok....


...“Early ayamlah.” I answered without a second thought while making sure that my answer was correct....


...“Cook it..! Didn't the chicken come out of the egg?” Iwan tried to flip through my brain to think. ...


...Thirty seconds my brain turned around and finally found a brilliant answer idea....


...“Em .. right chicken out of the egg” My voice paused for a moment “ But, you already know that God created all living things and the chicken is one of the living creatures .  Then automatically earlier the chicken than the egg and it is impossible if the egg earlier than the chicken, because the egg will become a chicken if the mother continues to be with her and the mother is ayam” pukasku with length and no less lightly with the question that.  Truly I myself am so amazed by the long answer. ...


...How can ya?  ask me on my own....


...Iwan frowned for a moment silent for a moment, then changed with his cynical smile....


...Over the years of knowing iwan, I began to know how beautiful iwan is. A good and handsome boy. Like yesterday when we both went to the park all the female residents were stunned to see our whereabouts. No matter the women saw my good looks uh it turns out they all looked to Iwan. My big time yes....


...“You are very clever now san, it is not in vain I hitch you san good deh” Iwan praise me while joking that does not play games. Then she pressed her right hand against my shoulder as if she were my mother....


...“Hurrah emangnya you my mother said like that, I don't have any wrong so” Celtuku to iwan by putting on my upset face....


...Iwan just smiled....


...Fifteen minutes we were both still sitting sweetly in his house, talking, finishing a bottle of cold spirite that Iwan picked up on the ice. Iwan tells about his school, atmosphere, his friends, his teachers, especially about the most talented teacher. I laughed wide as iwan arrived at the pranking section of his kiler teacher. Which in the end iwan himself got his payback. When it was my turn to tell the story, I didn't want to lose either. I told my roommates who were punished together to clean the bathroom which was about 10x3 square....


...Love?. Suddenly my mind floated about love, whether there was a wind that made me think about love. Maybe just squirming the posts of friends whose contents are various about romance, I remember. Moreover, iwan post whose status is just love even he posted with girls coupled with captions ‘please take care of this heart, because this heart I have engraved your name’. Really crazy....


... And I once read a book whose title is “what's with love”. The book contains a story about a man who is trapped in love with anindya woman (beautiful beauty). The storyline is very confusing making the mind think hard. At the beginning there is affection, there is a sense of kanngen, there is mutual understanding and uh when almost the end of the story does not get along with each other, painful each other, hate each other. How can it be love is mutual affection why there is mutual hate, yes?. ...


...And as soon as I love is a beautiful word with an uncertain expression which is also part of the fitrah. A person who makes love will feel happiness and his life will be scattered with meaning that will be unforgettable, whether the meaning is beautiful, cool, calm, cool in the heart and mind, which is none other than love for Allah swt. And besides being a branch of the main love, loving it means giving priority to God. Over anyone too. That's as good as I know about love, and that's also an explanation from the old man in the cottage....


...I instantly reflexed the instant iwan fit nudged me. “Anaan anyway, sick tau nih” and I lied if it does not hurt at all....


...“heehe sory unintentionally, you end anyway bengong only.” His face was again revealed....


...“Eh wan, love according to you is how, right you are about love number one. Please explain deh.” Accounts try to change the topic earlier, about love....


...“Love ya?”  Iwan paused his sentence for a moment. “If I think love is a fart! You think that's wrong, right? Perhaps the majority of normal people would answer wrongly!. But wait, the fart has something in common with love, which is both can be felt but the form is abstract.” He started joking again. ...


...             “Anjay lu Wan, I'm serious again nih.” I took a moment to think about Iwan's answer. “But come to think of your answer as reasonable yes!”...


...“Well that. Listen yes, see it right. I say it like that because, If you look at the definition of a normal person about love, then farting will also be a love. Because the fart can only be felt and cannot be seen, the same as love can not be felt will be but not seen”...


...“Continue.!” ...


...“Most people are now unaware of the definition of it, the proof? If we understand love perfectly then there is nothing on this earth called hatred, envy, and war. If humans really understand about love, there should be a conflict in the middle east that never existed, also among humans there is nothing that precedes each other, and the world should be peaceful.” He added again with length and width. I was very amazed by the answer, indeed about the love iwan number one really. And from there I can also understand about love even though, love is the same as fart he said. ...


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