My Best Friend's
Episode 18: Will God forgive my sins? #2
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"Changed? Mean you? You mean what?" sania's forehead looked wrinkled.
"I kept talking about it at that time... I don't think it's wrong to change. I want to, well of course. But I have no intention... Because I'm not ready for all the binding rules. But I always imagined it... So this is what I'm trying to do here. Wanna talk about this."
Eve called the waiter and ordered a drink. So did Sania, Sania did the same.
"You know, Eve. Life is like white paper. Clean, with no stains or ink. It's only you who will choose to color it with what color, and what you will paint. You want to change... But you're actually afraid of the consequences. How then? Can't be as you like, Eve. Can't be arbitrary... And you know it like that. Then you're not serious. If you continue like this... Until when will you change?. Eve, please. Think of my words well. You can't be like this. You have to be serious if you want to change, not just by desire. It must be with intention," replied Sania who immediately made Eve silenced.
"Lantas... What should I do?"
"Lookin' Eve. You can slow down if you want to change. And most importantly, you have to have the intention, it's a strong foundation. To be able to support your desire not to stop in the middle of the road... Because if you have the intention from the beginning to change, all obstacles whatever insha Allah will certainly be easily passed..." Sania smile. Eve returned Sania's smile.
Yeah, this is what I might want. Changed... In all openness. Inner Eve.
After the conversation, Eve said. Sania nodded, but Sania did not go straight home. Sania wants to be here first, wants to type. Because from the beginning Sania did bring a laptop for typing, but Eve did not know what Sania wanted to type. He didn't want to ask further.
Eve wants to go home soon, go back to her house. He wants to lay himself on a soft bed. He wanted to rest and calm his mind for a moment. Rounds his intention and determination to change.
Eve booked a taxi online. After the taxi he ordered arrived, he immediately entered and threw his body on the car seat. His mind wandered to where - where. While staring at the street, he stared from the car window with a resigned look. He did not want his decision to stop in the middle of the road, he had to make up his mind. Whatever happens.
As difficult as any obstacle that he will pass later, he will continue to survive. This is his life, this is his desire, this is his choice. And unknowingly because too much daydreaming about many things, the taxi he was riding was already in front of the fence of his parents' house. But Eve still remained in her place, not getting out of the car.
Eve wants to go home, which means her own home. Not his parents' house. He immediately told the taxi driver, to continue the journey again. He told me the address, then promised to pay him three times what he should have paid. The taxi driver nodded.
Eve breathed a sigh of relief. He will tell his father soon, but when he reaches his house. The goods - some of the strands are still left in his parents' house. And he can just take it tomorrow. He can come again tomorrow.
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