The Ojek That's My Soul

Wound removal under rain

💦That prayer is not to remind God of the problems we face.

Prayer reminds you of who God is.

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It has been raining for a few hours.

It is expected to cool the heart and brain filled with anger.

Although the wounds all over the body are wet and sore.

But it was still nothing, compared to such a gaping wound in the heart.

Creating a nestapa hole that harbors hate.

That's humane.

That's natural.

That's commonplace.

When the heart is hurt when it is hurt.

When the heart hates when betrayed.

When the heart grudges will wounds that will only heal by time.

Because we're human.

Not angels.

Cry, so that the tightness in the chest is eroded, through tears and screams that spill.

Because, in fact, crying and tears are drugs and intermediaries for us to be able to summarize what happened.

Rest assured, you will be strong and firm again, after expressing what you feel.

It's just, overflow it on the right path and groove, not deviate.

Because if you take the wrong path, it's not the way out that you get.

But, new problems will always follow.

That's what Fatimah did, she cried and roared.

Under the rain .

He sat on his knees on the wet grass.

Accompanied by his best friend Nur and also a man who had helped him in a crucial moment.

He, Rojali.

Rojali understood that Fatimah had to vent her emotions.

All that disappointment and also his heartache.

He did not want when the girl he loved in silence was depressed.

So, he's looking for a big place.

Rojali took them to a forest on the edge of the city where there was an artificial lake.

Actually when they left, the rain had not yet fallen, only the sky was already covered with cloud overcast.

He alone who was not a victim, felt very furious and completely condemned the actions of Tina and all those who were involved in the planned crime.

He never thought, how there was such a cruel cousin, framing his own sister.

He recalled a story from Nur some time ago, when they examined Fatimah's wounds at the clinic.

*Flashback*

"Sorry, is that gapapa? "

rojali asked Nur because he saw a red cheek mark that clearly imprinted the palm of the hand.

"Nur, gapapa, Bang, "

nur replied briefly, while briefly paying attention to this gondrong man next to him.

His mind asked, how could this man be present in time?

His pussy soul thrashed, when his face suddenly soft when he looked at his best friend who was full of bruises on his face.

Various questions stuck out in the mind of this tomboyish girl.

When he saw the worry that was so clearly printed on the face of the man who only wore the T-shirt.

"Em, can I not? "

asked Rojali expectantly.

He looked at the girl sitting next to him.

"May, Bang, it's just, "

nur replied, because he was convinced that the man he was dealing with was a believer.

"Fatimah to chat with me, if he again interviews, "

"There was his cousin who offered a job as a cashier at his friend's cafe, "

rojali.

"Aren't you guys just what cafe? "

ask Rojali.

"We're both suspicious, Bang, "

"That cafe, camouflage, "

"Just we didn't expect it, if it turns out Tina's intentions are this bad, "

"Eat him, just as we're both told to drink that red liquid,"

"We're cool, just inhale a little and we throw it away again, "

"But still the effect, make fireflies and heat, "

nur said while looking down.

Rojali immediately rounded his eyes, he clenched his hands again, then clasped on the chair he was sitting on.

rojali was about to stand up.

"Not Bang! "

"We have not oiled eucalyptus earlier, until Nur's tongue kebas, "

clearly Nur was restraining the movement of the man whose hair was shaggy in the pigtail.

"Well! "

Rojali was surprised, from where the idea of drinking eucalyptus oil liquid could eliminate the effects of stimulants.

"Gue will ask for medicine,"

"Let's say you've both thrown the drink, "

"Gua is afraid that someone has been sebet ketelen even a little, "

*flasback off*

Rojali looked back.

What if these two girls could not learn martial arts.

I don't know what's going on?

Even the two of them had been in check on the curse of the medicine.

Rojali squeezed his hair, he didn't think.

He did not even dare to think of the consequences.

They are strong girls, only the enemies faced are not worth it.

Fortunately Rojali managed to break through the red light that was not recorded cctv .

If not, maybe now he has been ticketed online.

Moreover, he was speeding like a racer who crossed the circuit.

It turned out that the Crest supported the rider this time.

It was so powerful on the asphalt.

They usually like to die suddenly.

What because just change the battery and oil.

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Fatimah was still sobbing.

Nur, keep holding his hand.

And, occasionally remove the flow of tears mixed with raindrops.

The bodies of the two of them were already shivering, yet it was apparently the girl who was injured in his heart.

Still reluctant to get out of there.

Perhaps, Fatimah wanted to let go of her pain.

So that all the wounds and disappointments of his childhood brother evaporate.

Carrying the current from the rain, away from the regret that will gnaw his heart someday.

Under the rain that was not as hard as before.

Rojali did not budge, and did not move his gaze at all from the girl who was kneeling in the arms of his best friend.

He clasped his hands together, squeezing his own fingers.

He , need an impingement also seems.

He felt unacceptable, the girl was made like that.

I want it to feel he who embraces a weak body that goes up and down in his bidding.

If only he could?

If he had the right?

I want it to feel like he is sweeping the roar of tears flowing profusely disguised by rainwater.

But, what's the power?

He could only watch his girl get hurt in such a way.

Rojali let out a loud breath.

He took a stone, and threw it deep into the river.

"AARRGGGHH...! "

His cry was swallowed by the sound of rain and swept away by the wind.

At least he was satisfied.

Rojali, wiped away the water that had suddenly slumped from the end of her heated eyes.

(Why does my heart hurt so much to see you like this?)

(Want I hold you, take you in my arms)

(Even when my father kicked me out, and I was separated from my mother and my sister Jihan, I didn't cry a bit)

(God, why is his fate so unfortunate?)

(Let me unite with him, I don't want anyone else to touch him, let alone hurt him)

Rojali closed his eyes and turned his face upwards.

Letting the remaining drops of water gurgle down his face.

May the prayer of Babang Rojali be affirmed.

Rain is the best time to pray.

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