When Kalbu Tells a Story

38. Promiscuous

Laela approaches, "Old habits are always in you."

"What the heck are you, "cloak me, and then Laela pulled my hand into the store.

"Come guys, congratulate our best friend!" shout Komar.

"Ready!" yell again Jojo.

Today is the most fun day, I can have fun with them again. And this time Maryam and Laela will be staying at my small contract. They decided this was for the sake of attending my graduation that was a few weeks away.

Feelings that I have not felt since long ago, I often hope to get a loyal friend who can accept each of my conditions. Accepting all my shortcomings, friends who never hurt me. And Allah answered them all by sending them to me.

Our friendship until now is still intertwined, although far away we always keep the friendship. The news we always give, Maryam, Laela and others I will always remember in my heart.

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My graduation day..

The time awaited has arrived, this is when I will wear toga clothes, clothes of pride and the result of our every effort in studying. I cannot say anything more, for today all my dreams will be achieved as a doctor.

"Ah... Kal, congratulations on your graduation. I still don't think you can finally become a doctor too. "

"Aamiin, God willing you will definitely be a trustworthy doctor. "

The most beautiful gift that God gave me, the gift that was in exchange for my anxiety in the past. Maybe this is the end of my story, a story that ends when a dream has come true. There is no romance in my story, no romance in my story. Because this story is purely from every problem that alternates in the past or even in the present.

Thank you for being present and participating in my story, I am grateful that I have made my late mother and father proud even from a distance that life could not have visited.

"Mother, father, these are the details of love that have been born from every wound that used to come in my life. I promise never to waste this precious time, God please convey this love to my parents."

now everyone who knows me no longer calls me slum, poor, and other hurtful words. Now everyone can respect me more, can appreciate everything I do. This is a very long time that I have been waiting for, now my work has also been published.

I am so grateful that God gives this happiness so many times, I am also grateful that many people want to read every work of mine.

Today I went to the same father-eater mom, I brought my picture and showed it to them. I know it's crazy, but I know that this is the best way to show this happiness through action.

"Dad, mom! again, I want to thank you. Thanks to you, I can be like this. " I kissed my parents' second headstone.

It's completed....