The Wasted Girl

Chapter 5. Women are unclear

Verily every thing is the prerogative of Allah, I just want to pour out all the content in my heart. I don't know who will be my soul mate?

But now it feels weird because it's a little bit more my 25th birthday but I haven't got a soul mate yet. I don't know if I'll go home without a mate or if I have to find a life companion for a Malaysian native. I don't know I'm still confused how this all happened I don't understand my loneliness, I can only ask God if he can give me the best candidate for life who can accept me for who I am. The night is so beautiful with the light of the moon, while accompanied by the moon I also string in each of my bow when I pray tahajud and added with prayer istiqoroh while asking the almighty who is best for me. Actually, I am not a catfish who is too choose enough just a beautiful woman outside in her beautiful heart sholehah. I always ask God in the third night he who created the sky with the star I always hope that an angel can I quote in every bow. I want to be picked every night with a soul full of empathy and always want to have a natural course because I am the type of guy who prefers to get married directly compared to dating, yes usually everyone will say with the term ta'aruf actually I am not someone who understands religion because I am still in the learning stage. I want pure love and can have a good and fruitful relationship later, I don't want to tarnish the sanctity of love, and I don't want to be an irresponsible man. Let in the silence of the night I shed tears hoping that God will give an answer to my do'a-do'a all along.