The Diary Ecca Season II

Episode 4

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Disputes there must be differences there must all happen because we are friends to help each other and need, remember about used paper? The old paper under my desk contains good memories with you my best friend, my best friend blasphemy splattered on me the problem came to me but you my best friend never complained to encourage me.

"Ecca, doing outside even daydreaming!" My best friends Deva and Devi.

"You guys don't want me to!" My answer.

"Some of you from earlier we see daydream, ater kesambet!" Deva Seru.

"She, early in the morning it's good to eat!!" Devi.

"This is food even thought of!" Answer Deva.

"Yes, I'm sorry my stomach is singing!" Devi said while stroking her stomach.

"Don't go to Ca class?" Ask Deva.

"She, I'm going to class too!" My answer.

Actually, I'm not happy to tell you about the incident this morning when I took an angkot and met a guy who looks a lot like David, rather than me the story is better if I keep quiet.

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Some feelings don't want to be perpetuated. They just want to be tucked away and released at a good time. No, not because the word while it's fun, the fact is, the short one will never be worth it.

Not because the word forever sounds impossible, actually nothing can happen on earth, if you ask why, actually I do not know.

I'm not a feeling. I was only in the body of a woman who every step of the way faced feelings. And honestly not tasty, boring, easy to be happy, easy to be disappointed, easy to be sad, but also easy to forgive.

Sometimes I really want to live in his mind, yes he is a man who has just heard, just read, but never felt.

Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. Is that a voice, sweetheart?

How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves. Shedding deep wounds like shakes that come and go. Lightning and thunder were not weary of soaring in the sky.

The dark shadow of the forest entered my eyes like a ghost. And the whimpering wind was like pushing a million questions I don't know what the answer is, "Are you thinking about me now too?"

The late I was on my own trip. Counting steps, in the foggy middle of the night and silent deserted roads. Pursue the somber figure of the moon that dissolves in the rain dance. Faintly his face shivered alone And the voice was still heard, calling out in the distance.

You radiate your happiness from hidden springs. Like when the sea tides under the gentle gaze of the sun brings indescribable joy. A pair of five fingers spread to the four corners of the ocean while delivering puja to the almighty. He gives us all pleasure. He is the one to whom we return.

Touching the magical center of longing, peppering with previously unknown feelings of garratry. Time that maps all ancient memories of our mortal bodies, it has grown into a afterlife memory of the dense wilderness and a small sandalwood in the middle of a remote island surrounded by beautiful valleys and silver hills that you once often explored.

The mountain towering in the distance seemed to be challenging to conquer. The blue sky above the barren field stretched far into a peninsula that had never been touched before. Everything that used to be just part of the trajectory of history, but now forever has been a reminder of you. All that once revealed the entire trail of your firecrackers and conquests.

"Someone has that new look!" Devi.

"You mean?" My toot.

"No!!" Deva and Devi.

"Owh this?! Yes Alhamdulillah now I hijab, do'ain me yes so that I can Istiqomah" I said.

"It's that we always support whatever you like Ca!" Deva Seru.

"Well, now you're even more beautiful!!" Devi.

"Thank God, thank you!!" My answer.

"Hijab is not just for women who are good at their religion. Hijab is also not only for women who are good at teaching. But the hijab is an obligation to all women who claim to be Muslim."

Actually, to be hijab requires a long process that I have to go through. Starting from my fear, anger, disappointment and also my love into a unity. I don't really know how this is all possible that I know God is always with me and always with me in life and in my breath.

"When making a decision involving Him, then releasing something we like for reasons shari'i. Fear not! Because God will replace it for you even more, trust me."

"When I see Ecca hijab, I also want to wear hijab!!" Devi Seru.

"You wear the hijab and you take it off again!" Deva.

"Well, I don't want to like Ecca, which is always Istiqomah!!" Devi Seru.

"As friends, we always support your decision when Ecca is important you are happy!!" Deva.

"Thank you guys, that's my best friend!!!!" I said while hugging Deva and Devi my best friend.

It seems like my friendship with the Dev duo, is not just a close friendship but I already consider Deva and Devi like my own sisters, understand that I am the only child so I feel that Deva and Devi are also my sisters.

Sister, the sun does not lose its beauty when it is covered in clouds. Likewise with your beauty that will not fade when you wear the hijab.

By covering the aurat, we value ourselves and our families and life partners. Although it does not mean that hijab women become the most Muslim women, but by repairing themselves with hijab, then Allah SWT will slowly lead us to a better path.

Humans in ancient times were almost naked. After his intelligence developed, they started to dress. What I wear today symbolizes the highest civilization and thought mankind has ever achieved. It's not a setback. Opening clothes is a setback that will take us back to ancient times.

I am not hijab because I have become good or good. But this is the way for me to be a good devout Muslim and a good prayer.

With my new look I wish I could be a better person going forward, and I wish I could forget David. I don't mean to forget all the good memories but I just want to live my life back, I'm sure in every event there must be a silver lining.

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