Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 23. How Much You Are Worth in My Heart.

Finally my good son, went to work.

Don't forget to ask permission from his father and me.

I also ordered a car to return home,

Ardi's father took me on a walk - a walk to see the location of his family's land, using his personal car.

We walked long enough - the road. Until I got my pickup car, waiting for me,.And I finally came home. After shaking hands to say goodbye to the family of my good son Ardi who is also my solid team.

I got into a car that started moving forward leaving the city where Ardi worked.

After a three-hour drive, the car I was driving had arrived in front of my sister's building shop.

The day passed so quickly. Weeks and Sundays changed with the moon.

Ardi still often WA asked me news, spoiled and spoiled children began I miss like a real child myself, making me a little forget my good son Imram, my good young friend, good hearted, who is so disappointed in me now. Even if I still remember him making me always sad, I really love him so much, he is like Arul to me.

Only two of these people can penetrate my heart. It made me a fool, and brought me to my knees because of their affection, respect and respect. I was so stupid I couldn't take care of them well, but they were so kind and caring about me. Very sincere and dear to me.

My memories will always be in my heart. They are two good angels that have been brought into my life, to make me smile.

Although only for a moment, but they were present at the right time, at a time when I needed them most, in wading through the sea of grief that plagued my life.

The sadness that almost drowned me, and made me die in the sea of grief that had sealed my life..

They are like ships that protect me, from taking me across the sea of sorrow, protecting me from the storms of life that have no stopping whack, in my life. When they get to the edge, they will leave me.

That is how I always use the word parable, figurative just to please my heart, in order to always think positive to eliminate the prolonged sadness, their loss. Two men of different ages, between the past and the present.

Imram came into my life, entered slowly in my heart, awakened my memories to Arul, and this child began to love me as much as Arul did to me. And he came to teach me what it's like to be left behind.

Now I realize that I also hurt the heart of a friend that I love Arul very much.

Remembering them as the most beautiful memories in my life, it really broke my heart to the brink.

I remember in the past, in college, I often made poems, and always managed to fit in the newspaper, as well as my short stories.

When Arul was faithful beside me, whenever I needed him he was always by my side.

Right now I feel better losing love than losing my two beloveds, I really like losing my biological child who died.

Now I realize that love and love are different. Love is blind but love is sincere. Like the Love of Parents to their children, it turns out much greater than our love for lovers even Husbands themselves.

I began to pray diligently and always complain and say thank you to the Almighty has given me love and affection. As Muhammad loved his friends.

I also realized that I was so stupid, not knowing how to look after them well. And can only hope for the apologies of those two that I love, hopefully they can forgive me, this stupid friend of his because that is my only hope at this time.

In each of my Prayers I always ask for forgiveness and ask the Almighty that they, my two beloveds, will forgive me.

The sadness of losing Nak Imram, awakened my memories of Arul. They are the same, just different forms but the same person.Their sincerity and caring really helped me, in a time when I was so sad and so fragile.

I always cry to remember Imram because he arouses my longing for Arul, my dear little friend, whom I cherish and cherish.

I hope that time will allow me to meet them again, and they will forgive me. I really love you both.

This is not illegal love, but this is the sincere affectionate feeling of a true friend to his true friend. The taste is so sincere like the affection of Parents to His Son and the affection of the great Prophet Muhammad SAW to his friend.

So precious to you in my heart. Why are you present in my life if you just want to hurt each other like this ?.

This sadness has been two months more, still makes my tears never dry. It's really lucky that I have this affection, but because it hurts you both I'm really unlucky, because I have to lose both of you, and this is what makes me cry all the time. Tears of regret that seemed to have no end.

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