Love Stifled By Destiny's

Ferocity

I could only sit pensively in the middle room chair accompanied by my mother. His words that no longer love me, so excited in my ears now. This self really doesn't want her to forget our love, but my real desire is just so she can stay away from me, but it's all fatal. Because he was bound to belong to someone else, so I had to break up with him, and unexpectedly Amel had said decided to forget everything about our love story first.

"Why else would you guys have to fight like that?" ask mother.

"I'm sorry Alex, ma'am. If it worries you," I replied, leaning my head on my mother's shoulder.

"Mom knows, you still love Amel. But why is everything complicated, at the expense of your own feelings," he said tangent while stroking my head slowly.

"Alex still loves Amel, but his face and engagement are enough to make Alex shy, ma'am. I don't want to hurt anyone else, it's enough to feel pain, because I don't want anyone to hurt more than us!" Poor sayku.

"From the beginning your heart is always soft and kind. I am proud to have a child like you, who always attach importance to the happiness of others first, compared to the happiness of yourself who always hurt and hurt," he said with pride.

"Thank you, ma'am. You are the one who always understands your son, with a million feelings always give me spirit when I am sad. God is not wrong to make you as my beloved mother" I said, kissing her softly.

"What's your next plan about Amel, who's really going to forget you?" ask her.

"Come, mom. Let Amel be like that now. Even if he doesn't want to accept my intelligence, he'll understand for a long time also for my reasons!" mylm.

"You must be patient with Amel. Every spoiled and angry, he is still willing to care and love you. Her feelings are so gentle as to continue to love the people she cares about, so she may have trouble forgetting you. You have to be careful, because it looks like Amel will not give up so you can go back to him. Take care of Iwan's feelings, because you are friends like family," Mother's advice sadly.

"Yes, mom. Alex got it."

Wrestling with guilt against him is enough to torture this bathin, however she is the girl who had stopped in my heart.

Now it all feels like it's over. This self is only able to be silent, no longer able to chim in speech, when the desire to forget me.

My chest is held tight, because the heart beats strong it hurts so much, which now has to let the woman I love go from memory.

The heart feels so pinched, when the melt of his tears has dripped in the corner of the net fertilizer, with a speech that wants to leave his feelings to me.

"O Allah, is my action right, or is it wrong, for he has asked me to stay away from him? My feeling is undeniable that my heart still loves him, but the desire to stay away is very strong when it knows he has a candidate," the regret asked.

This self is very sick to feel guilty. If the past hadn't happened to me, the weird question of love wouldn't have been this big.

It turns out that the relationship that intertwined for a long time, made the sense of it was getting stronger in my love for him.

But the present affection is inversely proportional that is bland.

I don't know what flavor is starting to disappear.

Moreover, the presence of a third person, Iwan, who can already color the days of Amel, which was empty, as if he had laughed at me***.

They seemed enthusiastic about joking around laughing cheerfully together, as if this self was no longer useful if it remained by his side.

Sadness can no longer be expressed, even if it is simply interpreted by crying, because injured love can be slashed in layers of taste.

"Why did I ask to break up, why did I feel this heart hurt so much. Is Amel really the one who will forget all the memories of us? Although he will belong to someone else, he should not lose those sweet memories, "a sorry heart murmur among the upset.

Even with such a tragic past, this self will always be entangled forever in the shadows.

The state of time was so felt to make the soul scratched.

Perhaps how ingrained the mind of self was then, when the rain of a knife sliced wounds all over my body.

"If my face hadn't been broken, I probably wouldn't have left you, Amel. But the Iwan that has bound you feels it will be difficult for me to get you back. Heeh, fate .. destiny is in the way, apparently you really make this head feel broken thinking. Destiny cannot be changed if God has willed, in such a way as to the owner who is the destination," the conscience tries to accept the sincerity of destiny.

Amel and I met often, when this self went to mother's boarding house. Our behavior that does not reprimand each other, increasingly makes the distance between us that is getting away.

"Are you still fighting each other?" ask my mother when I go to my boarding house.

"Yes, mom. Which is like you see now?" reply relax.

"Nice is too long in silence over the anger that wipes the soul. Is not Allah forgiving for all his people, so you must open your hearts to give Amel an apology. You are in a fiery phase of anger, forgetting who you were originally. Do not let this anger will be a hostility, so you will be more far apart," said soft mother reminded.

"Yes mom. I could have made up with Amel, but not necessarily he would have taken me for granted. It was not me who started it, but he alone wanted to create hostility because he did not accept my decision, so we had to dine like this" I explained.

"You must always be steadfast in dealing with this strange problem, because if you are in a hurry to solve it then what will happen is like this, there are those who are hurt until the sense of not greeting each other happens," follow his advice.

"Yes, mom. I will try to stay good to Amel, even though we are overcome with heartache and do not accept it" I replied in agreement.

We often accidentally faced each other, there were only glances of eye glare that sometimes both steal the look of each other. Even though Amel was silent, he seemed to still want me.

"Do you still want me, Amel. Aah, it feels right. Seen from the ways you who continue to look at me without blinking with a charmed air. I'm sure you still want to come back to me, but since I refused you to be quieter don't talk like this" a suspicious heart murmur.

His nature now feels cold, and we only talk as necessary if accidentally met.