Love Kepentok Scription

Complicated

It will turn old problems to new ones.

Too fixated on problems to forget solutions.

Looking here and there, when the answer is definitely from the Divine, God of all nature, God who creates solutions, but the self often denies, even runs away.

Day after day passed with endless busyness.

Trying to entertain yourself with something uncertain.

Whereas self-comfort is by reading, sacrificing, and practicing, the holy book of the Quran is perfecting from the previous books.

No one can desecrate because it is pure of the Divine.

The words Vii got from the book he had read.

Srek. Vii closed his book, lying on the bed with a slight contemplation. O Allah. Vii sighed, "huh" sounded soft yet heavy.

"Why the hell do you usually just say, I'm tired of coming home from work, you're good".

Mom's voice sounded between anger and tightness.

"You're the head man of the household".

Mom's voice still dominates.

"I also work hard, banging wood, but first".

Dad has a voice

Although fighting but it sounds funny.

"I told you I'm not strong anymore, Enough, I can't".

Mom is still angry, but still does her job as a wife.

"All right, Enough"

Dad spoke slowly

"I'll take it myself."

Take the stuff Dad needs.

There was a sound of a quarrel between Dad and Mom Vii, because Vii's room did not wear a silencer.

"O Allah, Be Strong, I accept all the destinies I face, be patient and strong in order to pass through every trial that comes".

Clear water droplets, in both eyes of Vii.

Cry in silence, so that no sound comes out.

Tightness in the chest, as well as unstoppable droplets of snot, Want to throw it away but worry about making a sound.

Dare not say much, because what power.

Finally, the clothes become the target. Trying to stop, but not.

Vii never told about his life problems, because he believed he would not be a solution except from the electorate or the problem maker himself.

"Slave.dret...dret"

Vii's phone shook, Call came in, but Vii ignored it. He gave a short message.

Send

"What (What) You can't talk, why?"

The sender replies, and replies to the message.

"Yes, because I'm lazy to talk to anyone"

Send

"Subahalalh, I guess why Alhamdulillah, if you're okay."

"It's something important."

"What?"

"Oh I'm very curious" murmured Vii.

"Is...is...is...is..."

Vii was still shedding tears, he was busy wiping away tears, nasal water, replying to messages.

"As far as our chat was concerned, there was already a response".

"All right?"

"Yeah"

"But this should be discussed in person, We will meet at the usual cafe subscription Kita Ok !"

"Sunday, dress up and wear nice clothes !"

"What, dress up, I can't !"

"Huh, Yes I know You can't, I mean don't be too pale or even dull on Your face."

"Alright, and there's two more days."

"Yes, but you don't think about it too much Remember there's still a trust waiting."

"All right, thank you."

"Together"

"Wassalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahiwabarakatuh."

Finally, Vii smiled at her sweet smile. And forget his sorrow.

"Ok, I must the spirit must not be too lingering in sorrow."

Vii encouraged himself

"O Allah, how is this even though I at the beginning have promised to finish my studies first, But if this is my path and time then Ridoi and ease, If it is not then spread Me, Aamiin."

"But it's complicated, the parents' relationship is not harmonious, it makes me want to".

Vii hung his words and smiled alone as he rolled to the right and to the left and kicked his legs and hands into the air.

...thank you for waiting faithfully, this songy autor.....