Love Haqiqi
The Power of Love
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There was a shooting at Jaslin. The only daughter of Gilbert Atmadja, a famous successful businessman and crazy rich Surabaya. The shooting was orchestrated by Grace Atmadja, the legal wife of the late Maxime Atmadja and is now the prime suspect. The shooting took place early this morning in the village of Sidomulyo. There were 3 gunshot wounds lodged in his waiting, and the victim is now critically ill.
This news is quite shocking to the public and cyberspace, because it reveals the mystery of the Atmadja family that has been covered up for years from the public. Especially about Lily and Louis Johan a businessman who is the son of Maxime Atmadja from his first wife who is hidden. And we know together, the Atmadja family only publish Grace as the Wife and only daughter-in-law of their family who in fact is only a second wife.
And who again stirred the world of timeline. Grace the middle-aged woman was involved in several crimes. Among them is the murder of Lily, the first wife of the late Maxime Atmadja. Involved in the robbery and burning of Notary Building lawyer Kondang Albert Hutapea. Abduction and captivity against Jonathan Atmadja and Sabiru Putra who are none other than his own grandson. And the last one regarding the shooting of Jaslin, which caused the victim to be critical.
As we know, Jaslin is the daughter of the Atmadja family who disappeared many years ago. And only a few weeks ago it was found. This beautiful woman with white skin Langsat was found and cared for by her late adoptive parents who came from the city of Bandung.
Here we collect portrait footage of Jaslin Putri Atmadja, better known as Meida Khanza. The victim was shot by her grandmother, herself,
Nagara who was looking at the news in her office turned her eyes in disbelief about the news. He stared at Meida's portraits, which were swirled one by one on his television screen.
“So the woman Melvin loved was the missing Princess Gilbert? My God, why is the world this narrow.” Gilbert slowly muttered, looking seriously at the screen. He recalls his first meeting with Meida. When Meida and Melvin collaborated at the company's anniversary event last month.
“It turns out the girl is Jaslin ... “ Nagara stared blankly at the screen. He bit the back of his hand when he saw Meida's weak body just coming out of the operating room into the ICU room.
While in the lounge, Melisa seemed to scream calling her mother's name. He could not believe the news he was watching. His face pias not as flowed with blood with a fast beating heart.
“Mamih! Mamih! Mamihhh!!” Melisa's scream echoed in the lounge with a trembling voice with eyes not turning from the television screen. Helena came with a joke while carrying a snack in her hand.
“What's the son of? Why scream?” Melisa pointed to the television screen with trembling hands.
“May.da Mih!” Melisa's stammered speech that was still staring at the television screen with her already foggy eyes. After several weeks without meida, now he was surprised by the condition of meida that was beyond his expectations.
“Yaa Lord Meida!" It was Helena who dropped her snack on the floor. Then sit next to Melisa. He was quite shocked to see the news, his future son-in-law was now actually on the verge of Death, between life and death.
“Mih ... Meida mih .. she is critical. She was shot by her grandmother .. How is this?” Helena was still staring at the focus of the television without flinching a bit. His teary eyes stared at the group of people who were glaring at meida who was lying weakly with medical devices on his body pushed by the doctors and his family to the ICU room after undergoing surgery.
“Pak Gilbert, please explain the shooting chronology of Daughter?”
“What is Jaslin really the missing Father's Daughter?”
“How about Mrs Grace? What is your response as her biological son after Mrs Grace set the suspect?”
“Do you know about Mr Louis Johan from the first time? Why did you cover it?”
“What did you yourself throw away your Princess, Jaslin?”
“What's right, the shooting that happened to Jaslin as a result of a dispute of inheritance?”
Question after question posed by the reporters none of whom Gilbert answered. He just kept walking with his pale face by clasping his daughter's hand tightly.
“I as the representative of the Atmadja family, please ask for his cooperation! Our family is in mourning and falling! We hope you sympathize a little with the misfortune that befell our family! And this is the hospital, please calm down! Because many patients need peace here! And we can't answer one by one the questions you ask. We'll clarify everything, but not now! So please understand!” said Jack who wears his coat of greatness dispels the movement of some journalists who will pursue Gilbert. He and Andress strenuously blocked the movement of the clustered journalists who would chase their families into the ICU room.
“Mih I should how? Meida is now critical, the letter that I have left has not yet reached her hands. The letter is still on us. What if Koko's there knowing all this? How he felt when he found out his future wife was critical, struggling between life and death, and he was not at his side. Koko's feelings must have been ruined! Mamih knows for herself, koko loves Meida.” very much Lirih Melisa with her voice. He wiped his tears and cupped his face.
“That's why I'm confused by all this. The tough tests keep on hitting them. Their marriage only counts the days. Melvin and Meida should be happily preparing for their wedding day. But the truth ... The groom doesn't exist, somewhere. And the bride is critically lying. What joke is this?” Kekeh bitterly Helena who dropped herself onto the sofa with her shoulder face. He stared at the television with a twinkle of sadness.
“We should what Melisa? Why is happiness so hard for them to feel? Why does God always give them a hard test? Though they are just ordinary people who want to be happy,” said Parau Helena with a frustrated face throwing a hard remote to the floor until it fell apart.
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After finishing his recitation of the Qur’an. Melvin looked pensive with a blank look. He was still sitting cross-legged with his hands resting on his chin, a state of position that had not changed from 2 hours ago. Buya Hanafi walked up to him.
“Faris, why are you, son? Buya watch your face moody from earlier. You should be happy to be able to read the Qur’an according to your ideals. But why is your face water so different, son? What's the same story Buya? Don't keep your own problems, it's not good for your health, son!” Buya Hanafi patted Melvin's dreamy shoulder gently with a blank look at the prayer rug he was sitting on. Melvin's face seemed unexcited, and it was very obvious the look of uneasiness on his face.
“Entah Buya, from last night my feeling was bad. I can't sleep, I don't have appetite, I'm lazy to do things, it feels like my body is weak Buya. Suddenly my heart was agitated, my chest was tight, my heart felt empty. I don't know what happened to me Buya. But I want to cry, I feel sad Mom. But I don't know the reason until my heart is this sad.” Melvin curled with a trembling voice holding back the cries. Not knowing what he was feeling right now, without any encouragement he suddenly wanted to just cry.
“Most Dzikir Nak to keep your heart calm! Don't think about it, but do'a. May God always protect and care for those you love. Think well with Allah.” Advice Buya Hanafi while stroking the shoulders of Melvin who seemed to vibrate.
“Do you miss your family? Do you want to go home?” Buya Hanafi asked trying to guess the anxiety in Melvin's heart. He again stroked Melvin's shoulder which was getting vibrating.
Buya Hanafi looked towards the pulpit, with a glaring look.
“Buya remembers what Buya's teacher said first. When Buya wants to give up, when Buya is desperate, when Buya's condition is really bad. Master Buya once said,
‘After us stands a monument called fate, there has been written the rollers that we will live. Despite how we evade such a provision in that fate, it cannot, but must obey its command.’
And if Buya is missing Buya's parents who are on a separate island. Master Buya always motivates Buya to survive. His words until now always Buya remembered and ringing in Buya's ear.
'Life is like the ocean. The man who is not careful in paddling the boat, holding the rudder and guarding the sail, then he is shipwrecked he is rolled by waves and waves. Lost in the middle of a vast ocean. Nothing will be achieved by the land edge.'
Those words seemed to be an encouragement when Buya was losing his way. Those words are able to bring a positive aura to Buya.
And before the Buya go mondok to Java island. Buya's father once said a sentence.
‘Boy should not be ignored long, his life is to fight, if the boat has been steered to the middle, he should not recede the crossbar, despite how big the waves. Let the steering break, let the screen tear, it is more noble than turning the bow home.’
At first, Buya did not understand what the words meant. But after getting there, Buya just understood. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how painful, no matter how long it is with the hometown, Buya should not go home, before Buya's desire is achieved.
You must understand what Buya Nak means.” Kekeh Buya Hanafi looked back at Melvin. Melvin lifted his face then looked at Buya Hanafi with ripples of tears on his face.
“Buya, I really miss my loved ones .. suddenly my heart is tight when I remember it.” Lirih Melvin who again lowered his face. Buya Hanafi smiled as he shook his head.
“Son, Love does not weaken the heart, it does not bring despair, it does not cause sedu sedan cries. But love brings hope to life, strengthens the heart in the struggle of going through the thorns and thorns of life.” Said the wise Buya Hanafi while thrusting a handkerchief towards Melvin. With a trembling hand, Melvin received the handkerchief and instantly shrank his tears.
Buya Hanafi continued his words, saying,
“Originally you know Son! Love does not teach us to be weak, but to awaken strength. Love does not teach us to humiliate ourselves, but to exhale courage. Love does not weaken the spirit, but arouses the spirit.”
“Because love is a struggle Son. The struggle for the strong, the struggle for the rise, the struggle to accept destiny, the struggle to resist the longing, the struggle to be steadfast, the struggle to give.” Said softly Buya Hanafi with teary eyes unable to continue his words. Seeing Melvin, he recalled the figure of his son who had left him first to the khalik. Buya Hanafi erased the corner of his eye using the tip of his turban, and he returned with a resolute smile.
“Ayoo we're home! You haven't eaten from morning ... You have been silent here for 4 hours. Ayoo Nak!” Take Buya Hanafi who gets a soft slit from melvin.
“Buya go first! I will be followed! I am still here!” Melvin replied while looking around the deserted mosque. All the santri had returned to their respective huts after studying the book after the Ashar prayer.
“Yaudah, Umi and Buya wait for you at home yah!” After Melvin kissed his hand. Buya Hanafi immediately stood up and left Melvin alone inside the mosque.
Meida, are you okay there? Why is my heart suddenly troubled when it remembers you? My heart is not calm.
Oh God, keep meida there. May he always be in your protection. Say hello to my miss him. Melvin murmured softly with tears that just fell from his face wet the cover of the Qur’an that was on his lap.
Oh my God, what's wrong with me? I want to see him! I want to make sure it is! But I can't break my promise!
Meida, your name is always on every breath of mine, always on every pulse of mine, always in every do'a of mine.
Meida, I miss you ...
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make a camein this novel🤗😘 ____3️ Ramein this novel
His teacher Buya Hanafi is Buya HAMKA yah🥰 Let's not fail to focus hehe
Hatur nuhun😘
