Love Haqiqi

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Life is between accepting and realizing destiny. That, not necessarily the way of life is good in our opinion, but not necessarily good according to God. And sometimes, the way of life is bad according to us, but good according to God.

Never knock down a fence without knowing why it was erected. Never ignore the guidance of good without knowing the bad that you will then get. Remember, life is between sowing and reaping, between giving and receiving, between helping and being helped, between giving up or ignoring, between running or walking, between in front or behind, between, between crying or smiling, between going away or staying, between alone or together, between happy or hurt, between pain and disappointment, between steadfast or fragile, between loving or being loved, between being happy or being loved, between regret and crying, between sad ending or happy ending.

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Sandra was still crying in the corner of the park with her head lowered, Melisa's words still ringing in her brain. He must not deny the promise he has made and agreed to, if he violates, the consequences of his life will be further destroyed.

I'll forgive you, as long as you get out of my family life. It's up to you to go where, as long as it doesn't bother my family. I'll make sure your father's company stays stable, as long as you don't act. Continue your life as you wish, as long as you don't appear before me again. I'll delete this video after making sure, that you're really gone. I will not hesitate to upload it directly, if you do not obey my words. All options are in your hands, between leaving or being destroyed! I'll make a trail of your recordings in the media, 1 year, 2 years, 10 years, even your whole life, people will remember you and your hot scandal, the model who peddles her body to the striped-nose man. Not just 1, but 5 at a time.

Let the media trace that kept your lunge all this time. You want that to happen? You're not just judged by one person or two, but the whole world. Aren't social media and netizens meaner than stepmothers? Do you want to be like that?

And you have to remember, you're not a worthy opponent to face, but just one flick I can turn your life into a more horrible one.

“God, do I really have to go? I wasn't ready to go far away from my parents, and I wasn't ready to see them destroyed by what I did. I can't continue my life as a model, which I fought desperately for. I feel like my life is empty and meaningless. I have no spirit of life anymore. If I end my life, will everything be okay?

Sandra's mind puffed her head up into the sky. Her tears kept falling as the rain that had just fallen soaked the earth.

Sandra, I hope this is our last meeting. And if we meet again, I hope you've changed. I'm sorry I ruined your life! I had no other choice, because you wanted to ruin my life first.

Now, live what is not necessary to wear a mask anymore. I'm not gonna bother you while you're not messing with my life. Take the revenge! I hope you have no grudge against me, and I ask you to reflect on all the wrongs that have been done to me in the past. Now, it all depends on you!

Tears are not choosing a place to fall, nor choosing a time to fall.

That's the proverb that describes Sandra's feelings now. He did not care about the strange gaze of park visitors who began to pull over to shelter, he was still cool with his mind, which increasingly gnawed at his body. The high body posture as far as the Spanish guitar has now changed, because it has been a week he no longer cares about his appearance.

“Stop crying, or everyone will look at you with a look of pity. Look at! They've been staring at you weird ever since. Do you want to feel sorry for them? Try to be strong in front of many people, even though your life is a lot of problems. Your sorrow need not be known to others.”

A young man stood in front of Sandra with an umbrella. He covered Sandra's head so as not to be exposed to rain water.

Sandra was still silently glued to look at the foreign man who was now standing in front of her. A medium tall man wearing a white SOE uniform, with minus glasses perched on his nose. The man's face was firm, but stored the softness that radiated in both his eyeballs.

The man looked at Sandra with his lips together with his hand stuffed into his pants pocket.

“Blood! You'd rather give up and sit down here like a child, than rise up to continue to face the problems that are happening to you. By crying like this, can it solve the problem? No, Kan?” His mouth by giving the handle of the umbrella to the hand of Sandra who was still silent did not blink her eyes looked at the man standing in front of her with his flat face. His throat seemed to be stuck, so he could not make a sound to answer the words of a foreign man in front of him.

“If you focus on the problem, then you will get more problems. If you focus on a wide variety of possibilities, then you will get more opportunities.” Sandra blinked without receiving the umbrella. His gaze was still focused on looking at the handsome looking foreign man, with thin hair that perfectly fit his face.

“Don't look at me with such a gaze! Wear this umbrella to protect you from the rain. I'm not doing this because I care, but I feel sorry for you. I go first!” The man forced the umbrella into Sandra's hands. He raised both hands above his head, to protect his head from the rain. The man then ran without regard to the screams of Sandra throwing the umbrella she was given.

“Heyy who are you sassy man!!! I don't need pity from kamuuu!!! I don't want to be pitied!!!” Shouted Sandra with eyes continue to look at the back of the man who walked towards the office lobby located next to the DPD building in Surabaya.

PT Asuransi Jiwasraya

Sandra narrowed her eyes carefully reading the signpost written on top of the 3-story building located a few hundred meters from her seat which was blocked by the highway. He observed the building while standing closer to it.

The sassy man must work there, just deserved the uniform labeled BUMN. But I don't want to be pitied by him, that guy is really outrageous. But, how do I return this ugly umbrella?

Sandra muttered who was still staring at the 3-story building, which was quite crowded with people passing behind the glass wall.

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“Iya Ma'am. Zidan's a week away, as usual Zidan's job is a month here, if there's no extra days. Pray Zidan may everything be smooth, so Zidan can quickly go home.”

Well, the man in medium body with short shaved hair is Zidan. A PNS who works in a BUMN company in the field of Insurance. As usual, every 1 year, he was assigned to Surabaya with his team to audit the insurance company at the time of closing the book at the end of the year.

Zidan rubbed his wet hair towel, with his mobile phone still in his hand.

“Aamiin. Mom and Dad always pray for you so that your business runs out there quickly. You're okay, son? Your voice sounds hoarse and heavy.” Zidan rubbed a towel over his face, then rubbed it against the reddened nose due to frequent sneezing.

“Mother don't worry. Zidan only has the flu, but it's right to get into Zidan's car raining. Coincidentally this afternoon here the weather was raining.” Answer by lying. Though he was raining in the office after giving an umbrella to a young woman who looks desperate.

“Emang don't bring an umbrella?”

Bring along. But Zidan gave it to a foreign woman that Zidan had met the first time this afternoon. The answer is in the heart while closing the curtains, because the twilight has turned yellow in the west.

“Ngak Bu. Because from yesterday the weather was hot, this afternoon it was raining. So Zidan didn't bring an umbrella.” The answer is still sticking the phone in his ear.

“Mistaken you. Next time bring an umbrella wherever you go, keep it on the dashboard of the car so you do not forget. Oh well son, have you met Meida and Bi Ina?” Zidan sighed. He scrunched his nose a little hard with his eyes closed.

“But Bu. Zidan could not carelessly meet them, because they were closely guarded by his bodyguards. Their family activities were closed, until Zidan never saw them. Especially after Meida came out of the hospital and married the rich man's son, Zidan has not heard any more news about him until now.”

“Do you feel okay?” Zidan nodded his head even though his parents did not see him.

Well, Zidan's feelings have improved more than 1 year ago. Because Zidan is aware, love can not be forced as well as a soul mate. Zidan still vividly remembered the words of his father at that time, “If You love someone, pray for them. Pray for their peace. Pray for their progress. Pray for their success. Pray for their happiness even without our presence.

Love in silence, without fear of loss. For Allah has prepared the best for His servant who is patient in loving.” Zidan smiled after remembering the words of his father who was still ringing in his ear. She then answered her mother's question by scratching her eyebrows.

“Feelings Zidan is fine Mom. Zidan had already forgotten Zidan's feelings for her even though it wasn't 100%. Zidan does not want to fall again, and Zidan realizes Meida is not the best match for Zidan. Now he's married, it's not nice if Zidan likes people's wives.” There was a quiet breath at the end. Zidan again smiled knots while holding his chest, now calling Meida's name not as painful as before. He was already in the sincerity point, he had completely dispelled the taste of Meida.

“Good. Forget him, don't let your struggle for a year go to waste. He is happy now, and you should be happy too. Assist yourself, may Allah give the best soul mate for you.

Because of the pleasure of God that we seek from every love, love him in the way that God pleases. May the pleasure of Allah unite you with the right woman for you.

Remember Zidan, the principle of a soul mate is very simple, because you only have to follow good choices. A good man and a good man must be a match with a good woman, and a man who behaves badly and behaves badly will be a match with the same woman. Remember, a soul mate is a reflection of ourselves.”

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