Gharib Love

A Handful of Life Light

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A day full of obstacles, slamming the heart that almost lost its taste and racking the brain to remain engaged in the mortal world'.

Asking to live in the second world is not a solution, it is simply happiness in an illusion. In fact, in the second world will be collided with the accountability of what has been exceeded while in the first world.

The sting of the afternoon sun was so piercing, Aini stood upright waiting for the presence of a bus or public transport.

"Uh, it's hot."

Aini felt her body dripping with sweat gradually. While the waiting place does not provide seating, let alone shade.

Sometimes Aini makes her hands as a fan with minimal results. Instead of reducing it is precisely the thing that is done only adds a lot of sweat.

Half an hour has passed, but the bus or public transport has not yet reached him.

"Where the hell is this? Where is it at this hour again. Cook has to be late again?"

"Do I have to run away any time? But it can take a ride only up to an hour or even more, how about running?"

Aini's heart and mind began to row, tore all the contents that could not necessarily tidy up again.

Although Aini is a long-distance athlete athlete alumni, it is not possible to do.

"If I had a guy, if the keg gini period could ask for help. But ... ever since I broke up with Diki, why haven't I dared to recreate the feeling again huh?"

"It is ..."

Aini felt her life was incomplete if only alone.

"Tiiiiiiiiiiit,"

A kernet's hands waved and his eyes looked towards Aini. Actually, he was a little surprised by the horn that greeted him, until the nod of the head became a representative to avenge the public transport kernet.

As he moved his feet, his mind and heart could not stop talking about the uncertain.

"After that!"

"The most important thing now is to be better than yesterday."

As usual, his eyes felt the contents of the angkot; so that during the trip he felt comfortable.

Aini is an introvert, so the heart always feels empty; there is no place to blow the contents of the head and screams in the heart.

Every time it squeezes the mind, every time it persuades itself, every time a quarrel between the mind and the heart occurs.

"Actus ..."

The phone reads disconnect the endless illusion that from earlier Aini lunge itself.

"Ai, next Sunday night join the lapak event in the neighboring subdistrict?"

A message from Arif his close friend Diki who is still a clutch of the same street library, which everywhere always collaborates. But Arif plunged in Bukaan voice, in this community embraces the generation of local music.

"Tumbents,"

Aini's heart did not understand why Arif suddenly asked like that.

"Eeeeeemm, not like it. I don't have a motorbike."

"Oh, no papa. Come fuck me, if you want!"

When Aini participates in a community, group or whatever; can not participate in existing activities. He'll feel really bad. Even though they or the community does not really need its existence.

"Well, it's okay to come."

"Okay, ready!"

Short and dense conversation between the two, yes, because Aini and Arif are not so familiar. Just know the name.

"Don't come along?"

Aini asked herself, to make sure if she really wanted to come along or not.

"Let's give me permission first,"

It's not Aini's name if you go without permission,

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Today's course has Aini surpassed, albeit a little late.

After that he did not stop by anywhere, just the house and the encounter with the mattress that Aini wanted.

While waiting for the vehicle to go home; Aini is relentless to fiddle with the mind.

"O Allah, do not let me complain as if you are not by my side!"

"Always point my foot towards Your Ridho, don't let me get lost on another path."

Aini is closely related to the name of God, although obligations are not necessarily all carried out.

Each in Aini heresy or disobedience is always reminded by God through a sense that arises turbulently in the heart.

"I believe that you are Most Merciful, and will not forsake a weak servant even through the hands of other men."

Along the way by listening to the scenery, Aini also has an endless illusion.

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"Where down, Ma'am?"

"East of the front court yes, sir!"

"Okay, ready!"

The journey is not so tiring, but the heart still feels weak to run a body soul that must collaborate.

Until as if his body could not be pulled to stand, it was too sticky with the chair he was sitting on. So comfortable, because accompanied by a gentle breeze that lunged in from behind the window.

"Yes a little prick!"

Aini's body refuses to descend immediately, but the heart rebels over the body's selfishness.

"Left, Sir!"

"Yes,"

Aini gives instructions to stop until here only to the angkot driver, so that the trip is not getting further aka keblabasan.

The driver stopped the car slowly and surely,

While opening the door, Aini called the driver's pack of codes to grant her the rights. Spontaneously the driver turned to him.

"Thank you, sir!"

Aini released the money from her grasp into the palm of the driver's hand.

"Yes, equally!"

"Prok-prok-prok,"

The sound of footsteps formed a sound similar to that of a horse shoe.

Step by step Aini passed, to meet again with the Supra X motor that was waiting.

Just a few steps away, Aini can meet her companion motorbike and climb as soon as possible to get home.

The sun was about to sink, would the fire of Aini's spirit be extinguished?

With full awareness, Aini always tried to recite herself. It would not allow the spirit he planted to wither.

"Well, my beloved, your conduct really torments me ..."

The song as the opening song in Aini's journey this time, somehow suddenly that appears and represented the mouth is one song that contains about being left by his friends.

"Always I thought that I was tough, I never thought it was like this. And when you're not by my side anymore,"

"Hoooooooooh,"

Tracing the road by enjoying the journey, the sky as a witness and the trees as a true spectator.

No friends who accompany, only solitude experienced.

"Pengen he has a friend, but unfortunately I'm not so easy to trust anyone."

For Aini solitude does not mean loneliness, it is solitude is self-medication. Which makes the heart better, more peaceful, and most importantly healthier.

"But ... why is there a friend if alone can be strong?"

Not not wanting to have friends, but in reality all is not in accordance with reality. All comes only when it is needed, no one is really sincere in establishing friendly relationships.

Be friends with God, and it is certain that he will never deny.

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