ISTIKHARAH LOVE

Scenario God #21

The process is a journey that must be passed to reach the end. Yes, that process is the journey, not the end. So, if tired, sick, patient, and strong yes, this is not the end, do not easily give up and feel sorry for yourself. There are billions of people on earth who may feel the same way as you, everyone must have gone through such a bad process, as sweet as that. You're not alone.

Things to remember, situations and conditions that occur you can not control, but what response you give to the situation and conditions you can control.

Either way, the end of the process that we are living is still God's plan, no one knows. But the two good things we definitely got out of the process are you being more mature and you being stronger than before.

Where will you learn to become stronger?

It's okay if you don't get something you want, lose it, get let down or maybe other hurt feelings.

Strength is present when you choose to rise from pain, not when you are drowning in pain or when you do not yet believe that there is an antidote.

Believe me, whatever happened now or in the past is not in vain. Maybe not yet you will understand it, but the time that will accompany you until this comes to your mind:

"Oh yeah" "haha funny first" "there's also a silver lining" "it turns out I can go through all that", that's when you managed to mature yourself into a stronger you again.

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I went back up and walked towards my room, on an empty stomach I felt a little staggering.

I opened the door of the room, it was dark, only the dim table lamps were creeping into every corner of the room.

Kinan was still asleep, I was about to wake him up, but I was powerless, his face was very tired.

before long he woke up and looked at me who was still sitting next to him, he smiled and then tried to wake up, he flicked the Doctet suit that I put into his body.

"You haven't eaten yet?" he asked, his voice sounded a little hoarse, his eyes were still soft.

I just put my smile on.

"let's go home" I replied as I stood before him.

"it's too late, my hostess won't let me in" she said.

"want to come to my house?"

he was silent for a while, then nodded and gave my Doctor Suit.

several times I turned towards Kinan, but he was silent.

"pake my car or your car?" ask Kinan while giving the car keys.

"i'll go in, let's go in" I replied, opening the front door.

Kinan came in and sat down, then I walked towards the steering wheel.

along the way, we were just two awkward people who had just met.

"sorry yes" Kinan's voice broke the silence.

"for what?" I asked who was still looking at the street.

"sorry can't convince my family of you yet" he replied

"it's okay, let's just say we're given more time to get to know each other"

I stroked her head, and I stroked her hair.

"you want to come with me?" continued

"where?"

"Jogja"

the streets are quiet typical of night conditions, Jakarta is sound asleep, some homeless people fall asleep on the side of the road, hugging their knees with their arms as a pillow.

the coffee shops are also closed.

the streets were only dimly lit by orange lights, some of which flickered alternately.

I drove my car at standard speed breaking the cold of the night.