Love Stifled By Destiny's

Weepy

In my closed eyes my hand is now trying to move, trying to restore the strength of this body. But somehow it feels heavy, as if the bones in my body have begun to feel a crumbling soak. My hands and feet pulled trying to scrape, but still it's hard for me to do it. I don't know what's happening to me right now, my head feels like it's pounding with intense dizziness as my eyes start to wilt between closed and open.

"Where am I now? Why does everything look foreign to me? Is it real I'm still alive, after the terrible events of yesterday?" I was in a confused heart.

The pain that was on the body, felt once the wound was so severe. The mind began to digest, trying to remember the incident that was making me lie weak now.

"Eeehhh .. ehhhh!" The weak voice tried to wake up.

"Alhamdulillah now that you have come to your senses!" The voice of a stranger sounded in my ear.

"Yes sir, thank God he is conscious" said a woman's voice.

"Son ... kiddo .. have you realized?" call someone, with his hands waving close to my eyes.

My eyes slowly opened wide, but it felt as if I was sleepy not wanting to be opened. As my eyes began to heal slowly, I now tried to look around the house, which made me still feel strange about where I am now? The hand is still trying to make small movements, to try to generate energy that seems very weak. The body wants to get up, but when it starts to want to move it feels unable to support the body itself. Bhuugk, the sound of my body rolling again on the bed sheet, while trying to get out of bed.

"Be careful, son. Don't force yourself!" say the voice of the fathers.

In a weak state now this self began to realize, when it felt there was a gauze that had wrapped around the face had closed all my face is leaving only the eyes, nose, mouth, and forehead.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with my face now!" I asked in my heart was shocked because my face had fallen.

"Aaaa .. aww," Suddenly my head felt dizzy.

"Don't force your body to wake up, your body is now weak" said a kindly father whom I don't know.

"Oh yes, my name is Ahmad and this is my wife, her name is Asih, and the little one is our son, her name is Budi" said the family who helped me trying to introduce who they were.

"Hi brother!" a little boy named Budi.

The face of Mr. Ahmad's son looks so cute like a woman, even though he is a man. Perhaps his face was as pure white as milk, making him handsome as well as adorable and cute, which seemed to be around 7 years old.

"Sister, I can make contact, right? We'll play together, brother. Budi promise not to be naughty and fussy, let alone ngerepotin brother!" babble the sound of anxiety Budi.

"Budi, her brother is sick and weak. Talk later and play. Now out playing with his friends, yeah! The same pity of his brother who wants to rest, if Budi continues to talk later can bother him. If you disturb your sister rest later can heal long, if long later can not play with Budi" said soft bu Asih to his son.

"Good ma'am. Brother ... Brother I wait, yes. Budi pray brother quickly healed and can play with Budi," added Budi.

"Good, Sir!" answer Budi agree.

Seen the cute little boy, has run away from sight without any anger, because it can not invite me to play the middle lying weak.

"Recover your body first, son! Rest a lot so that your wounds heal quickly. Go to sleep, we will come back to bring you food, " Imbuh said Mr. Ahmad.

Only a small nod can I give to Ahmad now. Now Netra's trying to look around my room. So simple is their family, seen from the items they have does not look luxurious, there are only important objects lined up neatly in place.

"Aaaa .. What is this? Why is my body so hard to move? Is my wound so bad that my body hurts all the time? Heeh, how many days have I passed out?" I felt in my heart a tremendous pain.

"God, why has such a heavy fate befallen me now? Are mom and Amel okay now? Are they going to look for me, who's been hurt? Aaah, Amel, are you going to miss me? Your beloved is hurt, is there any concern for me, O Amelku? I miss you all so much, will they be the same as me who misses them?" a heart with a mind is wondering.

Unknowingly the clear water droplets had managed to drip on the cheeks. I sobbed bitterly as I reminisced about the events that set me apart from the people I love now.

The worry so swallowed haunted me, for the longing for mother and Amel came over. A sense of inadequacy over the weakness of these wounds in the self, now trying to learn to accept everything patiently.

These are all divine secrets, God knows best for his servant. Do not let this self sob when crying over a fate determined by God.

"O Allah, who is merciful and merciful, if these are your trials and trials, I will be patient and sincere in accepting them, though my heart may be in revolt against Your will, but what else would you say? All has been Your plan and Your destiny for me. I will try to try to live this with a sincere heart and a breastplate," a prayerful heart trying to accept this test of life.

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I had been awake for three days from a long sleep, but I still had not fully recovered. Arms, legs, and face injured by knife scratches, making it difficult for me to move more freely.

"Alex, how are you? This is eat first!" said Mr. Ahmad approached me who was still weak in the dirt.

"Thank God, I'm getting better, sir!" friendly reply.

"Thank God then" replied Ahmad smiling happily.

I told him my name and where I came from. Mr. Ahmad said his residence is now far from my residence, the house of Amel. He said it was almost a half day trip to the house. For a while this self could not go straight back home immediately, because my circumstances that really hurt in the fatigue to stand alone could not let alone walk to go home.

Mr. Ahmad was so patient and painstaking to bribe me, he said he had considered himself as his own son. I often felt ashamed and unkind to them for all their kindness. Without a doubt Mr. Ahmad often wiped my body carefully, selflessly he was so painstakingly caring for me who was sick. A sense of pleasure and comfort in the attitude of their families, make me feel at home for a long time to stay in their homes.