IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Happy is Real

"If I could really hate you, I might have done that a long time ago. There will never be an apology for you.

In fact, I could never do that. There's always an apology that ends up hurting me again and again.

If I could love someone else, I might have been in a relationship with someone else. Besides religion forbids, parents do not allow it, nor can this heart keep someone's name as my heart keeps your name.

It feels too complete the taste you give me, until I am unable to turn to any other taste.

Even if I didn't know this feeling was right or wrong, I was just trying to express it. But that doesn't mean it's final, our soul mate hasn't come yet. So please, give me room to step in without constantly intimidating feelings. Let's just say we have the same emotional power. Just get there, trust our hearts to each of us. Let God determine our path. Do not precede God's destiny by claiming 'i belong to you' or 'we have each other' we have not been entitled to say that.

Making peace with you does make me calm, comfortable, I am happy. That's why I accepted your peaceful request on condition.

I want to get out of my conflict during. So please, don't let the peace I feel this is just pseudo if in the end new problems arise again and again.

Do not let my insecurities make us back feuding and distant. Please help me."

A message with a long sentence I sent to Dian's number to respond to her message during this one week.

But Dian's not her name if she can't play my taste.

" it felt like just yesterday, I felt the joy of life that I had never felt all this time. It's too short to re-detach this happiness.

Maybe it's not time that happiness came for us. Hopefully when the time comes, it will be a very special thing.

I trust your heart, I leave it to my Lord. May He always take care of our hearts for one. Even if the road is still winding. Hopefully there will be a happy ending for two hearts that both store the taste.

I'm here for you, far and near. Real or maya.

I will always be here for every complaint.

I'm here to wait for you to be with my life.

It will never be enough if I express this feeling. I think you know enough, how big I feel for. I'm there for you, sorry for all my hilaf"

I cried when I read every sentence. I didn't think the sentence was so soothing when the head was boiling.

After Jo's house my head feels tired. My own heart needs a booster injection. And I have got his. It's not wrong if Dian's number becomes my goal to reduce all this fatigue.

His will is not just in his mouth.

These happy tears brought me back to the boarding school with a clean face even though my body was so tired.

Tonight this week in the pesantren there is a Tilawah race. With TPA/TPQ sekecamatan participants.

Maybe the atmosphere in the pesantren has begun to be crowded with the presence of the participants. Maybe Dian et al is already there. Because Dian with other male friends who KKN live in the mosque shelter one of TPQ near the boarding school.

I stepped on the gas with more vigor. The atmosphere of the night began to greet. As soon as I entered the rice field I turned off the AC and opened the window. Enjoy the fresh air at night.

This place feels familiar to me, so there is no pain even in the dark.

There were frogs humming out there. It seems very happy with their lives. Somehow with the other side of their sleep, when pursued by the enemy, or when in the snare of prey. How hard can they live their lives.Oooohhhh, why do I think of frog life?

AIR, well it seems I have to get to the boarding school to meet the water and can refresh the body and mind.

Lucky I passed through the shortcut of this expanse of rice fields so that I could save about 20 minutes faster to get to the boarding school.

Sure enough, once I arrived at the front yard boarding school had begun to be occupied by participants. It would be impolite if I kept parking the car in the front yard. Handing over dozens of humans just for a place through me.

I finally parked the car in the front yard, outside the gate. I got out of the car and suddenly my feelings became erratic. It's possible that on my way into the house I met Dian (ciiiee, ngarep nih ye 😆).

This feeling, ah. It was not the first time I met Dian. Still made pounding erratically when he knew he would meet him.

Step by step, I swung my feet quickly and looked straight ahead. With the heart still pounding, be prepared if suddenly someone says hello.

"just got home, baby? " greet Ummi who is sitting on the terrace.

"iya ummi, let's assalamu'alaikum" I replied gently. Ummi is still a gentle and loving figure even though I have rejected his son.

Hah, it's okay even if only Ummi greets me. I stepped back into the pavilion home.

"hay, assalamu'alaikum" she smiled sweetly. And managed to bathe my heart as wet as it was, before I could splash my body with water.

Very beautiful, until the house is tired of being greeted with a smile by a handsome prince. If I did not remember sin, if it was lawful, I would immediately embrace it without him asking.

Why am I standing like this, with my hands on my chest as if I was holding a heart that was afraid of being dislodged.

"waalaikumsalam hall. You here? " ask me clumsily.

"yes, I'm waiting for you. This is a take-off from your mom. I came home"

Dian got up from her seat by lifting the black chrysanthemum parcel.

"thank you" I replied briefly. No longer able to speak so surprised.

"yes you must be tired. Bathing let seger. I wait in front of ya" he said then passed towards the crowd of humans in the front yard.

While I immediately ran into the room. Unfortunately, Siska was not there. If anything, maybe he's the one I've been hugging as an outlet for my happiness. Finally I just hugged the roll while rolling around on the bed.

Aaaahhhh beautiful.....like this is the beauty of falling in love? to love and be loved?

It feels like a lot of things I feel but it's hard to describe. Just like when my heart was made chaotic by him, it can only be felt in the heart.

She, actually managed to overturn my heart. Oh my God, don't let this taste pass.

Hold our hearts until that time comes.

During my love, his love was drawn into one.

In a good bond.

"Oh mama, your son wants marriage" I cried out to myself in my heart.

Still with the position of clenching, his own smiles. Remembering a while ago I was so anti with the word 'marriage' when Ustad Billal asked for it. Why did the feeling change so quickly?

Could it....

Could it be that Dian is really my soul mate????

tock tock....

the sound of the ringing of the cell phone broke my wishful thinking.

"assalamu'alaikum" I said to Siska.

"it's back, right? Cepetan here yes, backstage, need help" in a hasty tone Siska spoke, then the call was switched off quickly before I could answer.

I want to not get up. With a feeling full of flowers I immediately headed for the bathroom.

Surely the spirit of donk, later in front can also steal the same view Dian.

Astagfirullah, zina eyes.

Not yet the time to cultivate the taste too far, later it can even be a wrong path.

Enough of his happiness, and thank you for coming to decorate my life today. It will not be forgotten.

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hay, wave your hands high donk.

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