I'm Putting My Destiny on You

When the Ego is ruling

Soaking longs, various chains that shackle. If it misses it can be unraveled just by looking at it. So how will this knot miss. If you see his face increasingly makes the sense of increasingly insane.

Forbidden are these springing flavors?, or is it just the side of the heart that cannot understand. About the taste that you cannot have. Wail over the heart. Suppress the taste that just getting smoldering. O Owner of Taste, abolish it if this taste is wrong.

Whisper the heart of the navy hooded girl who stared at the nano at the blushing orange. The more the sense of it he presses its existence even more lara and nelangsa his soul. Truly he is just a servant who is still weak on sincerity that is too easily spoken. But the heart is still trapped by the desire to have.

Why did his heart betray?, as he tried to dismiss everything that suppressed his taste. But the heart is growing more fertile.

A pat on Alfi's shoulder resuscitated the girl from a long daydream about a heart that was getting sore. Because the love he realized was impossible to achieve.

Alfi turned to his friend who was now sitting next to him, covered in weeds . Staring at the horizon that displays a twilight color that tempts the eye.

" Why does it feel like this sick Sal "sad-eyed girl who now drops her head on the shoulder of the friend.

" Because pain will teach you about fortitude. Taught you about letting go. Rest assured everything will be fine " said Salwa as he rubbed the arm of Alfi . Alfi smiled, realizing how much he was still very weak. About his faith and devotion.

She is still a young girl who glorifies love. When the taste is there unconsciously he continues to cultivate it, even though the other side of the heart wants to bury the taste.

" We are only human beings who are doing the drama of our lives. Painting a story that will be a story. Let's just enjoy it. Without us forgetting who the Determiner really is . Life is a secret, let us take it slowly . Until in the end the divine decree determines. Everything has been outlined, how you avoid the sense of being in the heart. But if Allah wills who can deny ?" salwa said wisely. Alfie raised his head and looked at the face of the friend.

" It's poetic my best friend "response Alfi who was rewarded with the plot of the friend. When Salwa felt it was serious and Alfi easily laughed. And now the girl moved with her light laughter leaving the dumbfounded Salwa .

" Basic can not make a moment haru same you yes, I'm serious again this you know "sullet Salwa who pursue the steps of Alfi who is now entering an open building in the middle of a large land .

" As you said, let's make a story so we can tell our grandchildren" said Alfi lightly who is now putting a laptop in a bag .

Salwa smiled, really her best friend this one. Just mellowing the drama suddenly already with a spirit attached to his face.

" Of course I will make a beautiful story so as not to be too embarrassing when telling it "welcome Salwa. And now the two beautiful girls, step out of the reading house established by Dad for his daughter.

It is there that now Alfi spends his days, working on his thesis and meeting children who will always wait for him with the fairy tales he reads. Invite young people to know the book. From the beginning just look at it, finally little by little they start to like to read.

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Too enthusiastic, that's what Andreas showed when shopping for many books with Diandra. It had already been two dus containing books and it seemed like it would still increase to see once Andreas was excited to choose a book there.

Diandra smiled wryly, he had never seen Andreas this enthusiastic for shopping. Accompanying himself, like there is coercion even though it is not implied in real terms.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry I got this flurry. Yes, this was it" Andreas said when he realized he had chosen so many books.

" We'll eat yuk first !" invite Andreas after paying for books that have been neatly arranged in the cardboard.

" What are his books ?" ask Diandra.

" Let's send it home later". Sahut Andreas, now both leave the bookstore and enter a restaurant with a typical Javanese menu.

" I prayed for a while" Andreas said shortly after they sat inside the restaurant.

" Yes, I don't follow any more obstacles." said Salwa, Andreas smiled and stood up from his seat.

" You'll order them. As usual "Andreas said before passing which was embraced by the woman.

Diandra sighed, looking at that wide back that was getting further away from her. And disappeared behind the wall of the bulkhead that was inside the restaurant.

It is not stupid to not realize there is a twinkle in the eyes of the lover when choosing a book. And he knew enough the meaning of those eyes. The sparkle of longing that is soon poured out. Tomorrow Andreas is about to visit his branch office in the area. You can make sure the man goes to his foster family.

Jealous ripples started to waver on the chest. He couldn't shake the real tightness. All the attention of the man mtsdih same, as well as soft speech and all understanding. But the miss is no longer just his.

In another corner, in a heart-wrenching gamang. When a pile of longing it will be poured out, but instead the guilt is more torturous. He was aware of the feelings he should have buried. But it's not that easy to feel lost. In the dilemma of a divided heart. To whom else does he submit other than to the Divine.

Finished with his prayers Andreas always raises his hand. Begging the blessing of the Owner of Sense, so that his love boils down to love because of the blessing of Yang Esa.

Andreas re-entered the restaurant area after finishing with his three rakaat obligations. His steps stopped as from his corner stood up. He saw his girlfriend laughing. With a man who turned his back on him. There is a taste that tickles the heart. Jealousy?, the softness of his mind that seemed to be struggling.

Is he entitled to a royal jealousy ?. While his own heart is double, even though he never intended to have both.

What a sense of belonging to every human heart is real greed. Selfishness of taste, incarnate when the heart feels rivaled.

Andreas again swung a step, approaching the two people who were still engaged in conversation.

" Sweet "soft Andreas. What an existence you want to admit. Self-ego dominates to mark ownership of something he considers a rival.

The man before him smiled faintly. Be aware there are ownership limits that are being shown.