Love Me Because of God

Heart Philosophy

“What is dating for? What's dating for? Why are you dating? What benefits do you get from dating? Absolutely nothing!”

I'm silent. Sitting upright like a garuda vishnu kencana that pounded the eyes on the hijab women in front of the class. Hearing the rush word for word religious women who are now standing in front of the class. Berkoar opened a simple Islamic event to fill the void of minutes when the adam prostrated together on Friday without having an orgasm.

“We're girls, women. Now I ask.. Who is most hurt when we date?” my senior said loudly when presenting the project in a wide white screen projection that unfurled on the front wall.

“We!” Our law is in unison.

The yellow lady faintly smiled. Kalakian asked slowly, “Then, why do you still want to date?”

For a few seconds, only a reply rang out in the ganglia. Until a person who sits at the front answers, “Because the courtship was never mentioned in the word, word or any history in Islam, sis!”

The corners of the lips of the woman were attracted again. With an amused spirit tucked in the crease of his forehead. “Don't you think, akhwat? Adam who is after us is just demanding lust. They are blinded by lust. In fact, not infrequently they deflect ‘taubat’ in action. Take look! During this time, have we not always been the party who always gets the bad effects?” Silence moment approaching–again. Me and this class of friends are swept up in the challenge of bribes for the sake of bribes. Then he said, “We are precious. Women are the makers of jewelry. God has given a special container for women so we must really take care of it until the right time arrives.”

Again, I shudder. Although I had never felt such close-knit colors, imagining things voiced by her lips was honest for me to reflect. True, undeniably before I took this religious class the heart still felt like belonging and belonging. At least I want to lament the sweetness of the word in the real caught virtual by both parties. It is not alone who falls in love without anyone who is ready to embrace themselves.

The rush of my inner awakening woman connected, “That feeling must be there. But courtship? Only lust represents the word.” A taste? Of love? A liver? Then I don't really listen to it anymore. My neurons are collecting memory residues that just clicked on the conversion fragment a few hours ago. Soaring the srebrum in a new philosophy I never thought possible.

***

“Stupid, is when you are part of her life and she is part of your life. Fill each other, complete and understand.”

I still don't understand.

Sitting in the teacher's chair, facing a calm middle-aged woman beside me, was in one guidance.. I don't know. Sharing a story with a counselling teacher at school was a first for me. It's freaky. Previously every time I told a close relative that arose is not a horror, but why is this time different?

Feel different. I've known this since I first caught his abnormal shakes. My heart is not unsettled. I've settled. Covered in the figure of a poet so deep that I also argue, “But why do I often feel ‘sakit’ yes, ma'am, if menggerapalin name him in prayer?”

The hijab woman **** faint smile, “Why should it hurt? I like it not to be forced. That natural thing. From there, the feeling can turn into love. And do you know how a teenager thinks of love? The orientation of his mind will be centered on it and then he began to imagine things that he might do with the people he loves. Until the desire to get the desire makes us motivated to have it. Isn't it ironic that we only love because we feel the sweet things of the world?” The woman sighed for a moment, then muttered softly, “Love must be sincere. Sincere from the heart without expecting anything from the one we love.”

I'm riveted. Can't reveal anything. This theory is freezing me. A few seconds of dendrites and neuritku was rushing to collect until the correct connection all informa. He's correct. Absolutely right.

“Now the question is, does someone also want to be close to us like that? We have no right to push him. After all, do you still think that dating will keep us motivated to learn? No son. Very unaffected. As long as I guide the students here, the existing courtship will only make us not concentrate on the lesson. Our value is declining. Goals are not achieved and life becomes a mess. Naudzubillah.”

Again, I'm pensive. Reviewing word for word the description of an experienced woman before me in ignorance with the words O great spoken. “But, Mom, I've loved. For example, I want to show my love.. Should how?”

Back, he smiled. Warm from before, “Make it motivational. Dig up potential. The business of the heart can really encourage us to do more. Show him that we are great.” Then I understood and wanted to ask again.

However, before you had time to open the lips, rush the woman with a mole on the nose it responded, “Bentar, earlier you said.. show the likes?” Then I hinted at ‘iya’ and he also confirmed his sitting position. ”Nak, we're east. Peculiar. It is worthless when we express love to a man we like. Remember, feelings can just change. You're still sitting in High School. Your journey is long. There will be a lot of people you will meet out there. Your feelings will change too, right? Don't be too hot.” His words are long. ”If love, don't say. Simply show by deeds that you are a great woman who deserves to be pursued as a woman worthy of her life companion. Believe me, it will make your life far, far, much more beautiful.”

Back, I nodded steadily. He answered all the questions in my mind all this time. His gaze made me realize, his wise chirp for me to understand, this guidance really lightens the heart. Really, this is the first time I can smile lightly. As light as a mind that releases a series of heart-rooted questions of regressing self-capability.

I'm really happy today.

***

“There is nothing more beautiful than loving Him. Whatever you expect from God will surely be accomplished in a period of time that only he knows. But what if we expect from someone we love? Duh, just fruitful disappointment!” Said the elder brother of the presenter who was still militant standing close the presentation.

Talking about hearts and feelings is endless. The philosophical memoir of feeling, heart and self-esteem of a second mother at my school still makes sharp marks in my Anterior. Coupled with the conversation after conversation that was voiced from behind the tiny valve on my senior brother's face. Strange indeed, a little taste of the heart can create a spirit of self to further develop the intensity of competence. Is that what you call true love?