I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Tucked In Prayer

Silence ambushed the night, left behind the sound of animals unpretentious like a melody in silence. In a quiet third of the night. Sitting alone before the Divine.

Introspect yourself, about the things that have been through. Hands up and plead with the Most Merciful, for all the unavoidable filth and sin.

In the chanting of the spoken istighfar, along with the clear drops of tears. To ask forgiveness for sins that sometimes accidentally committed.

In the corner of the room, Alfi was still trapped in the solemnity of prayer. Tonight he performed his own evening prayers. Lonely in the room, drawing the heart closer to the Owner of the soul. To pour out all feelings on the Power. The place he groans, about everything he feels.

In the silence of that night. Alfi raised his hand, following the prayer to the Owner of Sense. For the man who still comes in a dream, who haunts in the shadow of illusion. Somehow he took off sincerely. When the heart remembers it.

" O God, you are the owner of my destiny. You are the one who rules about this heart. If You make this taste a gift from You, allow the servant to enjoy the beauty of a gift. But if the taste that You include in this heart as an examiner, approve the servant in sincerizing him. Keep him yes Alloh of the cruel slander of the world. Protect him from all dangers. Bless every step of his life." the chanting of prayer that almost every night is embedded in the length of the outpouring of heart on the Divine.

A month already, but sincerely just the words spoken without a trace. In fact, the heart is still longing for a dashing figure full of authority. A person he cannot deny his presence.

There was never any communication, but the whispers of the heart kept remembering about him. He who leaves brings the love that has just been broken. Andreas Wiratama, the love he lost and should have loved.

Alfie was still sitting on the prayer mat. Speaking to his God. Stirring all that binds the heart, shackles the soul. I don't know what plans are written for him, but he always believes God prepared a beautiful plan for him.

Alfie took off the face he was wearing. After a long time sitting together on Yang Esa. Now the girl approached the window. Opening the curtains, looking at the sky. There is only a flickering star that appears to shine with its light.

Alfiani put his hands on his chest. Feel the tightness that is always there when he remembers about the man he always tucked away in prayer.

Smiling glaring at the sky. Too far away to reach him. It's also about feelings that can't be conveyed. Too far to reach. Maybe this is a broken heart before having.

Alfi tightened his grip on the butterfly brooch he was holding. Sighs deeply with eyes closed. A single tear is inevitable. He missed that figure, a figure that was impossible to touch.

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Andreas seemed jolted waking up from his deep sleep. Things that almost keep happening during this month. Like someone woke up, but there was nobody.

Andreas stared at the clock on the table. Three o'clock in the morning. He got up from his bed. Walk towards the toilet and take ablution there. I heard water coming from the toilet.

Habits of the village that until now carried it. Awake early in the morning, for evening prayer. To honor God, to pour out all the worries in his heart.

Even time has passed without ever meeting that face. But the feeling still holds. The taste is not reduced in the slightest it is getting hotter with the shackling longing.

The existence of Diandra which he hoped could erode his real sense was not too affected in his heart. Now it just feels more uncomfortable when with the woman. The hug that Diandra sometimes suddenly gave disturbed his heart. There's always guilt every leg he comes in contact with a woman.

He was not born a obedient servant. Touching, grasping hands, hugging and even kissing was often done. But now it feels stuck in the heart. There is a guilt that shakes the chest.

And every night, there were tears from the man who was trying to improve himself. He begged for forgiveness for the sins he committed.

Of the sometimes inevitable caliphate. In every prayer temple, there is always an outpouring of heart that is conveyed to the Owner of the Heart which is now filled with anxiety.

There are two women in his life, who he wants to keep his feelings and his heart. Diandra who has proven sincerity and loyalty. It can't be that easy to ignore. But the presence of another heart that he cannot deny its existence makes the heart increasingly restless.

The girl who always displays tenderness in every speech and gaze. The girl who let out a sense of comfort and tranquility just by staring at the face of the ayu. Girl, who interceded himself in spite of death. Until he can enjoy today. With a promise in your heart to always improve.

Now before God, Andrew looked up to call for prayer. That only with the blessing of Allah will he find the true heart. It is impossible to choose both. There will be two hearts that are getting hurt. Let God in his way. Determine the destiny that has been revealed in his life. Enough he always looked up, asking for the blessing of the Powerful.