Miss To Move Diary

Ar Rahman

I also often join MTQ branch M2IQ (Writing Quran Content Papers) and present them.

I also often perform violin and piano music with my brother at certain events.

My student clapped her hands cheerfully. Introduction continued. Question by question was asked. One student asked me to play the violin. The class returned with a rumble.

But I did not fulfill their request. I made a deal for them to improve their learning achievements, so I will fulfill their request at this time. Classes are getting boisterous, they agree, and the teaching and learning process is taking place.

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It's been almost two years. I'm getting comfortable with my activities, everything is going well. My college went smoothly and was of satisfactory value. My job as a teacher is fine.

Offers of outside job offers also arrived, especially as MCs. That's what I'm so fond of. I travel here and there playing with my hobby as an MC.

Love business? don't ask. I've been separated. Our relationship is very good, I take it very seriously. But stick to UUPAY aka Invite Ala Yevn Dating.

I love him so much, he does too. My parents gave us the green light if we wanted to move forward again. If not married maybe fiancee first. But the decision was left to me entirely.

But I don't think I'm ready to move forward. Although I realize that I really have fixed it with him.

Hmmm, I'm lazy to talk about this. I shorten it as short as short. I cut off the relationship between him and me. Because I was obviously in the duakan. I watched it myself.

Since then, I have been talking to men. I closed my heart tightly. I am getting busy with my activities. In addition to teaching, lecturing and accepting job offers outside, I took the time to hone my musical talent. Violin and piano. My father and brother were looking for me.

Sometimes my brother would take me to his friends who were very talented in music. His name is Arfan, he's about the age of my brother. I'm very happy. Sometimes if brother's busy I'll go to his place for practice. Sometimes money goes home. I'm getting closer to Arfan.

ah no, I'm just kidding, that's not what I mean.

Brother Arfan revealed his heart.

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When he came to my house, we were together. There's a father, mama, my brother too. We play music, we sing until we forget time.

Until it was very late afternoon. Arfan's brother is going home, but he's being held back by my brother. My parents also agreed. They asked Arfan to pray at home and have dinner together.

Finally, Arfan nodded in agreement.

We perform maghrib prayers together. My father made brother Arfan a priest. Kak Arfan has often been to the house, even praying and eating at home. But never a priest. Brother Arfan stood in the place of the Imam.

I was very surprised, when I heard the chanting of the verse from Brother Arfan, Very beautiful. I've heard him sing, his voice is really good.

But this time I was really shocked. When brother Arfan read the second Surah, Surah Ar Rahman, I went back to goosebumps, his reading really made the heart and mind full of Rabb.

I don't feel my tears dripping.

O God, if the rest of my life is not much, let me make loved ones happy. Allow this remaining time to be useful for many good things.