UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 112's

MEMORABLE

Suddenly, Dinda's world was broken. The man he loved was already sprawled. Recall the moments where he went back to the beginning of meeting Steve.

The man who once ruined his life.

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DINDA POEM RHYMES

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Johan, that's his name. When I first met him at the beach, I was very happy.

He's my life-saver, saving me from the evil waves of rolling beaches.

I can hardly enjoy my world anymore. But luckily, my white riding prince, came at the right time.

He was the first boy I saw as charming. From the moment he said he would marry me back then, I felt very happy.

Although I used to think marriage is a friendship word that can not be separated. My stability has led me to be an innocent woman.

Without me knowing, it turns out that Johan's name is a lie that I never forget. Johan, a fairly unique name, but who would have thought, it turns out that the name is only fictitious.

The charming little boy I remember every time I reminisce about the past, was Steve. The man who is now with me.

If I think back to my childhood, it might be nice to be with Steve who claims to be Johan.

Although at first I hated his arbitrary attitude, but behind his attitude, there was a deep feeling. Secretly, he watched me. I don't know since when, he's definitely my secret admirer.

I thought he was the meanest man I've ever met. But it turns out that perspective is wrong. He just acted in front of me, to get my attention.

Although I was often stamped insensitively observing his feelings. Always plan, not be quick to agree when he wants me to be his. I can't deny that I'm a hypocrite.

Honestly, I didn't dislike him when he said his love. But, I need proof, also a certainty.

I know he's rich, well-established and also handsome above average.

Which girl won't fall in love with him. It's just that, when it comes to material love, it's not me. I only love men who really accept me for who I am without having to look at the flaws I have. Not demeaning me, even respecting me when others consider me contemptible.

Luckily, maybe these words are tired of me hearing. Honestly, there are a lot of women out there who are smitten by my man's face. I am often jealous, making my love for her unbounded by time and space. But an entity that I always want to reach out to and touch at all times.

I often laugh like crazy when I think about the first time I met him. Moreover, his attitude that asked me to take responsibility for touching his body without permission.

The first meeting that I considered unlucky, turned out to take me in an accident groove. Meeting my childhood man, it felt like the world was coming with me.

Everything he does, to me, is a romance no other partner has. My world is indeed flowery, even filled by Steve's face wherever I step.

When I got mad at him, I thought he'd get mad back at me. But apparently, my mind was wrong. He wants to admit his mistake.

He dares to go against his own ego, defying the image, to the point that I feel like a man who lives in guilt if he does not forgive himself.

There are so many stories that I want to tell the world, on the swaying grass, on the birds that struggle in the air, also on the butterflies that fly pretty. I want to shout out loud in the free air by saying that I am the luckiest woman in the world to have her. I am a woman who never forgets to be happy with her. Maybe I'll tell my children this joy later.

Telling the story of the two of us, telling the world, that we have a dream. We want to prove that true love is true.

And I quote one of his words. "Liebe ist nicht nur zu haben. Denn im Grunde genomen wird das Mass an Liebe mit der Langeweile abnehmen. Wenn aber auf die Liebe Erinnerungen an den Kampf folgen, ist die Loyalitat das Ende all dieses Kampfes. Wenn die Liebe, for Sie kompfen mochten, erfolgreich ist, dann sagen Sie der Welt, dass Sie es verdienen, geschattzt zu werden. Gene die Ergebnisse deines Kampfes, ohne darauf warten zu mussen, dass andere es anerkennen."

(Love is not just about having. Because basically the level of love will decrease with the arrival of boredom. But, if love is followed by a memory of struggle, then loyalty is the end of all struggle. If the love you intend to strive for, then succeed in fighting for it, then, tell the world, that you deserve to be cherished. Enjoy the results of your struggle, without having to wait for others to admit)

And I believe, the struggle has reached the breaking point, success. "But, everything will be beautiful if you value your partner's struggle. Let's grow together in love, without any doubt."

(But, it'll all be wonderful if you appreciate your partner's struggle. Let's grow together in love, without a doubt)

Once again, I wanted to stand on a high cliff, with a stretch of green grass beneath me ready to welcome my cry.

And I'm gonna scream, "I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!"

In fact, maybe I'll lose him. One of the poems that describes me is "Antara flower powder in the dry season."

And if I can be honest, I'm in two phases. I have to choose between living alone without true love. Or live with loved ones but not necessarily together when in the realm of nirvana.

To be sure, the sadness will pass. Sooner or later, my white riding prince will pick me up soon. Then marry me on the altar hill with heaven as the setting.

Only hope I can hang. No result can be satisfied other than to get happiness, even though the storm hit the ship until it sank.

"I believe God is testing our love. Whatever happens, the loyalty that I hold in my hand, I will keep it even though for thousands of years waiting for him. Even though I'm aware, I'll lose it. Ever for."

(I believe God is testing our love. Whatever happens, this loyalty that I hold, I will still maintain even though thousands of years wait for him. Even if I knew, I would lose it. Forever)

"All are now memories, which might be forgotten. But one thing, I'm sure, behind the exam, there will be an opportunity. And I will shout, "GOD, THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THE PERFECT MEN." Even though in the end I thought we wouldn't be together."

(Everything is now a memory, which may be forgotten. But one thing, I'm sure, behind the exam, there will be a chance. And I'm gonna yell, "LORD, THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THE PERFECT MAN." In the end I thought we wouldn't be together)

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