Monster Labile

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I love to exercise when the condition is fit. Usually every afternoon I exercise because the temperature is good. When you are tired, rest and write.

I exercise just karate warm-up movement, which was taught by the teacher when I was in school first. Yep, that's all, but I've improved until now. Luckily, the teacher has students like me or us who use their knowledge for good. This is how to thank the right by us for our teachers by using the knowledge they teach.

Remember why I stopped taking karate when I had a yellow belt. The simple reason is only because the new year girl's junior sister joined.

What?!! I have a relationship with them ?!!

Of course there is no connection or anything like that, only I do not feel good if it looks funny movements by them. What about Galuh? He was a classmate so no papa. I don't like to be seen and.. I don't like to wear karate, kegedean while I'm thin.

A ridiculous reason, right?

After I stopped, Raga also stopped. The reasons for both of us are almost the same. 

I am indeed labile. But behind all my reasons lies a hidden answer, which I never realized.

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>>>Tekad<<<

The day before entering the month of Ramadan I got a pretty heavy hurdle. From morning until night I tried my hardest to push myself.

The story I started after praying ba'da dzuhur, I was forced to fulfill the request of RT sir to ask for each house in our RT neighborhood. Voluntary, any amount as long as sincere. The money will be used to hire the tarawih imam later. It is natural in our village to lack priests. The intention this afternoon I want to sleep soundly but what power if I refuse the request is just like an anti-social person. Nothing, count for reward.

*crack

I was on my little sister's bike. Carried him to the lips of the road.

I started from the left because the housing is a little, a little because across the road the land is not possible to build houses, riverside and steep.

Enable suave friendly mode. Again, I had to be sweet.

The house of Abdi, Nisa, Erpan, the neighbor, Meli, Hakim, Nayai and lastly his father Gafur.

*tok tok

Assalamualaik..

There were footsteps from the wooden floor of his house marked as someone approaching the door. I backed off a little.

"what's up?"

"this is a donation to hire a tarawih priest, volunteer"

Not too clear what he said, my hearing was indeed rather bad.

I don't think Gafur's father wants to donate. I caught him saying we don't have to hire priests.

Ah yeah..

Then I better go ahead.

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Well just to the right. I'll start from the other side so I can turn around and finish straight home. Before the nearest neighbor.

It was a pretty blistering day. I don't mind the heat, which is difficult when I have to face each different neighbor. The best solution is to be friendly smile, then respond to different reactions just by being patient.

There is a good reaction, the door is not opened when I know the person is inside, there is a stingy but yes voluntary also siih so can not force..

*wpsst! that's Aisyah, the pretty girl, let's get her attention

I look for opportunities only.

next up!..

Assalamualaik..

Well that comes out pretty sister..

*le cave -_____-

"Oiii, bro!" the voice I knew from behind me.

Ohh sir Sabri, he's a rich man..

I immediately got a feeling that Mr. Sabri wanted to give me some special money for me. Want to run away from it, right? haha..

"why?" pretend not to know

Mr. Sabri took the money out of his Doraemon pocket. Thick, ijo, blue and red.

"for you" Mr. Sabri gave me 10k

"duhhh, don't you"

"no papa for you, good enough to buy a drink" he forced.

Drink up! really too. Yes, I accept it.

Next up!..

Someone gave me a lot of money. Not responded when the person looks from outside huhu..

Some people this time give a lot of money and the reaction is more friendly than last month, the month of Isra' Mi'raj. Though you know who brought the teachings of Islam and perfected it is our Prophet Muhammad. Just a reminder to us. But I can't be sure what someone's heart is either, so just think positive, maybe this time he's more relaxed than he used to be.

Keep it to completion, all-ah just assume all the houses in our neighborhood I've charged.

I want to hand the money over to RT sir but he and his family are not home. Afternoon then.

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I bought a cold drink after the ashar prayer.

The next task I have to do is to clean up the breach. I want it myself to welcome the month of Ramadan. Because I know, if it wasn't myself who started it, who else.

What a wonderful sweet chocolate coffee! evoke the battle spirit!

Okay fine! clean-up time.

First I put the barrier curtain outside. Freshly fresh, all sob.

Microphones and all sorts of little ones like tasbih I put in the barn.

Well, next clean the walls and windows from dust and cobwebs. Just wear a broom.

Done. Next sweep.

His father Parid came. He said he could not help because he was busy taking care of his kitchen which almost collapsed earlier.

Uah so the loud voice earlier came from the place of the gate yes.

His father Parid told me before leaving, saying he turned on the loudspeaker so that it could be heard by others. What is meant is the chanting of the Quran from my mobile phone so that it is brought to the mic.

The feeling of heavy heart the problem will be many people then make my work inefficient, ah I mean messing with my rhythm.

few minutes passed~

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many people, especially children.

Uhh!! so confused to do.

"we just clean the floor inside" Parid said

*byurr water from the bucket soaks the floor

Huaoo!! wet really will not be dry, it's already 5 o'clock anyway, will not be able to.

But they are sure it will dry up.

Duh, let it be, I'm tired enough, you better rest.

Body sweat keeps coming out of the skin pores because I drink a lot of bottled glass water. Like this water is oil and my body is the engine.

Overheat mode, which only my body can do in the dry season. Passing the limits of Beater's use of power. Power that was far more damaging to its users.

Wouldn't it hurt to sacrifice so much for a definite result? really right?

It doesn't matter that doing it, Overheat mode, is one of my skills. As long as it's not constantly forced I'll be fine. Fast tomorrow so I can sleep all day. Oho! of course I must wake up at prayer hours, even before that, because usually would want to waste the wind haha.

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I sat for a while outside came Mr. Sabri asking for financial results from voluntary donation income.

"if not wrong about a million so" Rada remembered, the money I live in the house.

"take it, let it be"

I went home to pick it up and went back to breaking.

"in addition" Mr. Sabri gave up a lot of money.

He said it was also for the family, the representatives.

So that's the case, the house whose person is inside but does not pay attention to my existence is the family of Mr. Sabri. Hm..

Ah I didn't know what to say thank you or what, so I just kept the money and wrote on the paper.

"if not us - we who else would want to take care of this" said Mr. Sabri.

Ahh I'm kind of tired of hearing those words because it invites a feeling of pride, pride. If we catch him, entangled by the sweetness of praise. Feel much better and right. I've learned and I've set the reminder light.

"bro, you're the one holding the money"

"why?" my many.

"the road is like this.."

Mr. Sabri explained that he was troubled by the list that was recorded to see anyone who contributed, the purpose of which was to see the value of the donations of his families. Hmm I also had time to refuse to see my report. What RT sir did was right, I just said softly.

Now bound by trust, I can no longer move tarawih prayers to other places.

New exercise for me so as not to plan.