Married to My Own Gus
Meaning of gratitude (1)
No one knows who will be his soul mate, no one knows when they will meet, where they will meet, and when that time will come.
There's a lucky few who get married, enjoy the days with their soul mates, along with their ribs, but for me? I want a good companion, capable of being a good priest, can I get one?.
If our soul mate is a picture of our behavior, what a 'fierce' person I can get a good companion.
I was seventeen years old, had never felt in love before, forced Dad to go on a mute, and I never thought I was in love, My first love with my own Gus.
I'm so aware, who am I? I feel unworthy to think of him, for whom he is too perfect, He is very handsome, Son of the channeled kyai while I am Son of an ordinary person, if Beautiful, if Beautiful, I'm beautiful but I don't want to say that, 'cause I know who he is, it's impossible to marry a girl just for her beauty, she's knowledgeable and always polite, and I'm always on the sly side. He who is so perfect with all his advantages is inversely proportional to me, he cannot repay my love.
"you why lan?!" This is the beginning I care about Wulan. Actually I don't want to know what Wulan thinks, it's just that Wulan is my best friend, she's always there for me, I also have to try to always be there for her.
"No papa Nda" he answered nicely.
"hem must be confused by rote" I tried to guess, because honestly I don't know, I've never seen Wulan sad.
Sometimes I think, though,. Wulan what human? he was never sad, always smiling, always friendly, always enthusiastic and serious about doing anything, praying in the front row, never punished. He's a true friend that I got from the results of compulsion, yes because he always comes first to me, but it's the beginning that keeps us close.
There is a hand that is ready to embrace, embrace with warmth and affection.There is a shoulder that is always ready to support, as if to share the suffering, the human being who is always there, and who is always there, who accepted all the bad qualities I had.
"I miss my father" said the interview and now he started crying,
"Dad.you only have a Father like me" although Wulan has always been there for me, I know a lot about Me, but honestly I don't know anything about Wulan, even though she's always been there for me.
When I'm sad, he'll come suddenly, If I like, I'll babble incoherently, while he just listens and gives a little advice, if my soul soak comes, I leave him, I leave him, no matter what, but not now, I'm starting to care about him.
"Father and my mother are dead, Nda" Wulan embraced me, maybe she couldn't be alone this time.
"You don't have parents?!" I'm still curious about Wulan's answer, but I'm very confused.
Is this what gratitude feels like?? wulan always talked about the meaning of gratitude, I who used to not care, now???
