Love Stifled By Destiny's

What a horrible face

"How are you doing, Alex?" ask Ahmad.

"I'm still the same good, sir!" my answer.

"Alhamdulillah, may you stay at home here," he said again inviting pleasantries.

"Yes sir, thank God."

For two months I hitchhiked at Ahmad's family home. My condition that has not fully recovered makes me still survive in their home. They were so kind, there was no objection at all to me staying. And now thank God, now my face is beginning to heal.

The little children of Budi's friends are always crowded in his house. Sometimes if they can't do pr, I've taught them. Fortunately, I'm smart, so the SD lesson was easy for me to do. Me and the kids used to spend time together and play jokes together, so our friendship became more and more intimate.

"Are you ready to open it?" ask Ahmad.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready!" steady answers.

Today was so stubborn, because the gauze that wrapped my face will be opened, which is likely to have healed completely, because it feels no longer painful. Mr. Ahmad and Ms. Asih tried to help open it. It seems like their faces are tense when they want to help me. Slowly but surely Mr. Ahmad began to open, twirling hand Mr. Ahmad followed the winding fabric on my face. I was so afraid and worried what my face would be now, because remembering the sharp slices of the knife hurt so much, until the wound took so long to heal. Slowly but surely Mr. Ahmad's hand was still busy removing the cloth, there was only one winding ready to show my new face. Bu Asih looks very curious, it seems from the way he did not blink his eyes just focus on looking at my face which has now begun to look a little open.

"God, get a drink!" babble the children began to enter the house, Mr. Ahmad.

"Why are you, Alex?" tanya Budi with his friend, who had stopped for a moment trying to see what his father was doing.

"Mr again help Alex!" answer her casually to her son.

"Aaa .. aaaa, fear .. fear!" The children scream in surprise.

"Hantu ... monster .. aaaa," A friend has run all out and someone immediately hugs Atun's mom.

"Bu Atun, I'm afraid .. hiks. There was a monster, the brother was like a ghost," The sound of Budi's friend's crying continued, which was shocked to see my face.

"What did they just say? Ghost monster? Is my face really that awful? Aah, no .. no!" a heart that wonders.

I, shocked at the cries of the children, immediately took a blanket to cover my face, for they were afraid that the possibility of a broken face would no longer be shaped. Disappointed at the words of Budi's friend, that I am a ghost mustard greatly struck me. This self was not strong with a terrible new call to me, tears were shed instantly and whatever came into my possession just rushed away, wanting to leave the house immediately.

"Alex, wait ... Alex! Want to know where you are?" Call Mr. Ahmad many times, when I speed up to get out immediately with the way I pretend not to listen to him.

"Sister Alex, stop brother!" call Budi who has held my hand to intercept.

Budi tried to prevent me from leaving, but because of the shock and embarrassment slowly I now throw out the little boy's hand checks. And I had to keep walking out and not heed their calls.

Staggering steps continue to run, trying to get further from the house Mr. Ahmad. And then came to the edge of the river, with the body suddenly fell down due to the stone already humming the feet because it was too strong to run.

"Astagfirullah, so good today!" I lament in my heart that is now trying to rise to walk towards the river.

The river was so noisy that the sound of the water gurgled. The fish welcomed the sound by running to and fro, like enjoying the beautiful tones of the gurgling. No doubt I hate that voice, as if they are abuzz at the change of my ugly face. But the sound of natural music, gradually chanted a tone that could saturate my resentful and angry heart.

Under the riverbank mango tree, I tried to take shelter sitting on a large rock. His hand just kept throwing small stones into the river water. The grieving resentment is now on the rock, which is to be the target of my anger.I hate it so much that the children called me a ghost monster, so that these tears did not discourage me to get it out. How sorrow is so strong that it breaks the deepest curls of the heart.

"Well, let alone my ordeal now, is that face so broken? Until scared kids think I'm a ghost monster?" the heart that was muttering was talking to itself.

The mixed feeling at this time was very painful, as if it had never faded from the trials and trials of the past few days.

After a bit of calm, I try to regulate my breath by inhaling a lot of air. I forced myself to look at the face, slowly to recite in the water. How shocked this self was when I saw it, I immediately closed my own mouth, along with my tears falling back down into the water.

"Astagfirullah, is this broken my face? It is fitting that the children were so afraid of me, it turns out that my face is now broken like a scary ghost monster," The heart that speaks with a sad feeling.

I can't imagine the condition of my face now. Now I am helpless, my heart is so painful that I see the condition of my face now, which is really like a mosnter. Chest thumping felt very tight, until it felt will be detached from the organ, never imagined and unthinkable for my fate that would be this slow.

I roared weeping over what God had given me to try. Despair had been seethed in this self, it did not feel like this continued, and I did not know if I was still able to survive in this condition.

In the contemplation of solitude right now, I am quite delusional and wish that the storm of trials directed at me may pass quickly.

"Huuff ... heeeeh," I let out a long sigh trying to brace myself and be patient.

I try to think mature, that my life must continue for the sake of mother, in order to remain enthusiastic to live a hard life later.

The heart now speaks for itself, that I should remain even more joyful, to wade through the path of my life which has been outlined by the almighty, for the sake of the adoration of my heart Amel.

Now I gradually realized the error, which had foolishly blamed all the trials on the living.

Gratitude in my heart continued to say, it turns out God still loves me that does not give me serious wounds. Even though my face has been damaged, it turns out that God is still kind enough to give me a long life to continue living in this world.