Strong For Status
sustenance in the region
With the unanimous intention and permission of my mother, I finally resigned from the PT where I work and joined my distant relatives.
My mother allowed me to wander, but she also cried like she wanted to lose her daughter.
Mother is that, too dear to the child of a sure child.
My preparation is all ready, staying this nihh mother, hehe who apparently did not have the heart to also leave mother and sister, even though the father was at home too.
okay well we will play first to be impressed when saying goodbye later.hihihi.
"mom, I say, pray for your child to be safe until the destination and get a halal sustenance and blessing, I will go home once every 2 years, ma'am." I said with my laughter.
"what if 2 years can go home?"ask mom worriedly
Hihihii..drama I'm successful, I'll miss the same mother's worries like this.
"mother will always pray the best for you son." said mother while crying .yes yes mother crying again.
I will be fine as long as my mother prays for me, I muttered
though I also want to cry, but still I hold it.
I have to be strong, just hold back because there is happiness that I have to achieve.
"bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, may I and my entourage be safe until the destination.Aminnn." My prayer before the car leaves
About 5 hours drive, finally I arrived at Heri's house, we will leave the next day with the group.
The next day I prepared to leave for the island we were headed to, armed with the intention and diligence I wandered that far....
The first destination after departure is the port T***** P***..because we bring the car so it must be by sea transportation..
The Dag Dig dug serrrrrr...
dahhhhhh that all my feelings are mixed, modal desperate with Bismillah as well as sure...
mas Heri was buying a ticket, I and the group waited near our car parking, the smell of rusty oil so one.ummmhhhh new this time I was in a place like this,,, this time,,again my resolve is round, which makes me continuettttt....
still think, so many passengers can still float...
in the ship is not easy, stand alone it feels like oLeng. let alone sleep, the initial position in the west has moved to the east already tuhh.
At first I did not dare to go out, but with curiosity I was reckless dehh. clinging to the pole in the cabin finally I can walk..
MashaAllah.my first words when I saw the sight that wowwww no one can match... The creation of Gusti Allah is indeed extraordinary.can make me astonished and also frightened, immediately I remember if the ocean is an army of God who every time asked permission to Him to finish off living things that are human.
O Allah, O Allah, may You delay this time the will of Your army, O Allah.
I sat on the deck of the ship, it was 30 minutes old because it was nauseous..
Allahuakbar Allahuakbar Allahu
Alhamdulillah voice adzan dhuhur reverberated, yes even though the notification from the phone is not what is important on time...
I was with my new friend, taking turns to take ablution water, it takes a very struggle because our way is always swaying.
After fulfilling my duty as a Muslim, I hurried to take the food that had been distributed to all the passengers...
Oh Allah...
Not ungrateful, but but.gimana yaa,
may forget to give salt or flavoring may be yes..
tasteless,,,
I finally ate the pop noodles I had prepared in my backpack,
Alhamdulillah can make my nausea subside...
For approximately 24 hours sailing across the ocean, we arrived at the port of T*****.with a staggering step we went out and breathed the air of freedom.hahaha like it had been locked up...
the group waited in the waiting room that had been prepared while waiting for Heri to take the car that was still there in the big ship...
