MAYBE IT WAS DESTINY

MAYBE IT WAS DESTINY
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TURNED IT ON





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Because of that crazy guy who asked me to shout to call something that I shouldn't say, now I'm the comment material of the people who use social media ,it is mending that is fine, the opposite I say that sok kecakepan is sok kebelet ask at pacarin is ampe in katain "his boy wants ama tu a blind girl yes " huhh pedes really make more heartache anyway, they are like there is no talk material like commenting on taboo things that do not know the truth


I didn't know anything about social media or anything like that before,but because mas rendy gave new HP plus in teaching about things that smell of the Maya world so now I am a virtual world connoisseur can be a new routine




"tumbak tumben kesamangan, mediocre dawn has been menggelapak ! reprimand one of the prospective buyers



"ah yes ma'am, please wake up hee ! answer me while grinning


as a result of a busy night reading all the comments continue to open all the content that I think is fun to understand like a new hick living in the city



"let's say the vegetable is still fresh ! I shouted at every mother who passed by



almost 2 hours I waited for prospective buyers but no one was interested in buying my vegetables



"for sure because of my misfortune my customers run away deh "my murmur



I also took the initiative to peddle my merchandise around using a motorcycle


every alley and house in the corners of my sambangin hope to find the rupiah coffers of lazy mothers to the market


effort does not lie results, sustenance is not where my vegetables are sold



"Alhamdulillah, tomorrow around again ah ! say thank you and try to repeat the same



when I was about to go home I passed the football field that I often came to when the mood was chaotic ,I also stopped and sat staring around so quietly without anyone in this field because this place has long been unused for reasons too narrow to become an empty field jumping


all the beautiful memories appeared one by one present in the silence of the fadil shadow with his sweet smile as if real approaching me making tears drip with the pill ,in this place, Fadil promised me that he would never stop loving me until death do us part, in this place we spent a long night together and the last night before he decided on me



"you're the only one who's been lighting lamps in my heart


you also dimmed the lamp again"



"but why should I decide for no apparent reason, I don't accept "my words yelling loudly just to vent my frustration



suddenly one thought popped into my head looking for the answer why, why and what made him decide on me??? with a strong determination I set my foot on the motorcycle to meet selly at this time the person who can give me answers only he , because want to ask the fadil anyway very unlikely with such a distance




I got to the boutique where I used to be but disappointment hit me


"sorry, is there any ? ask me to one of his works



"oh look for mbak selly huh ? I went to Munich a week ago ! answerable



"hah munchen where is mbak ? askaku returned



"don't know also mbak , which is obviously abroad mbak ! he said with his jaw-dropping accent



with disappointment I went home to the most comfortable of all places - my own home ,only with 2 knock open door house in the face of the crybaby Arfan who is ready to plow me a palm like a flower bud that indicates he wants my money



"make what'an ?



"hhehe, futsal brother !



"huh new also nyampe, I offer to eat cake to drink cake or something to let my fatigue disappear, this even rhyme ! nagging me while opening a small bag tucked in my waist



"sister emm emm ! arfan stretched his thumb across my face



"ck ck ck not tired if new also go home school, already ngefutsal again" said I shake



not only my body doang tired my mind is also tired now the quick way to eliminate all that is to fall asleep



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At 07 pm it was clearly displayed on the watch belonging to fadil,the ward guard station has been waiting for him tonight he is on jamal duty aka guard the night the most tiring thing for the koas because he will be on guard overnight for even the most tiring if new patients come bejibun there will be no place to rest the eyes even for a moment because he will take care of these patients until it is finished and will continue the next day ,



"wahh, there's aja, ni kenenengan ni kali ya "dapet handsome guy & all yell ,gue as a guy mah shy in gituin ? say one of your friends keep fadil when you see his sosmed video



"what video is the one you saw her?ask fadil curiously



"nil lo lo lo saw dil, ? his new friend showed him the video


a hard blow seemed to pat the heart of the fadil when the girl heru meant was the woman he loved so much with her floor saying "my beloved man" in front of another man



"how do you respond to dil, it must be the same as me, right ,! heru


fadil just nodded trying to restrain himself so that emotions wouldn't ignite him



"her I went to the toilet right away ? fadil said to return heru's phone



along the way to the toilet the fadil mood was so hot that when he entered the toilet he clenched his hand punching into the wall venting all the anger and annoyance



"arghghh...! he screamed full of anger


"i ask you to be faithful, I'm here fighting to finish my studies so I can ask you, '" said Fadil continued to hit the wall without feeling the slightest pain until bleeding the back of his hand



no matter the blood in his hand fadil came out of the toilet when heru followed up telling him about the NT coming in an emergency



"in the hands of a bloody lo , ! heru



"ah no papa "fadil sahut rushed away



"you can't accept a patient in such a situation ! heru said half-cried


but not ignored by fadil



while walking fadil wrapped his own hands with gauze that happened to be in the pocket of his medical shirt, not just a pen, he said, a small notebook tissue is also always flattened to fill his pocket because for him it is very mandatory he brought to record every explanation of the consulents



although his heart was shrouded in dark clouds but he remained professional with his work which he initially disliked because of his maternal compulsion which asked him to pursue the same work as him ,but when he worked directly with the patient made him slowly like the field of medicine