YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER
THERE'S DISAPPOINTMENT
Turkish Night Sky looks star-studded and as new as the moon's face looks shy\-shame to show its light to the surface of the earth.
if only tonight a sense could be expressed maybe this is the perfect time for his statement, but like a solid wall, it is clear the barrier between the aydin level and adinka wiratama is so obvious,
a belief cannot be exchanged for anything in this world,
in fact, the heart is actually the crown of the soul can be sturdy and sturdy like a rock, and can even be soft and easily broken.
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After my brief chat with fika earlier this afternoon about love, I felt like I had to reduce the intensity of my encounter with prof aras aydin, I felt like I had to reduce the intensity of my encounter with prof aras aydin,
fortunately my orientation period of 3 months is over so for the discussion of research issues I can do it with research friends, hand it over and emre.
even if the three of us sometimes can't solve the problem, I have to think hard and find my own sense in order to solve it, all of that I do so as not to often meet with prof aras
I opened my email through the computer in the research room, and sent a message to prof aras so that our discussion was done by email only, he said,
because he is my S2 tutor so I will keep in touch with prof level until my S2 is done.
not long ago, the email got a reply, not in reply to the email but through a mobile phone, tring ⁇ ️ an incoming message.
I got a cell phone on the table.
''Why did you arrive2 want to discuss via email?
if you do not come to campus and to the research room, who makes Indonesian-style coffe every morning for ku😁.
It turns out that prof Aras also enjoyed my little service for him,
I smiled as I replied in the message.
'' Sorry prof, it's about comfort, I feel comfortable doing the report in the dormitory, .
I'm actually not good with this complicated atmosphere, because I have to keep my feelings, before I fall into a bad taste.
' okay, no problem '
reply prof brief,. The message ended our discussion.
As time went on, I had a month and a half working on my research report from the dorm and sending it to prof aras every week.
I go to the research room only once a week, because every Tuesday night we regularly have meetings to discuss complex unsolved problems,
surely it's a good thing for me to keep my distance from prof aras.
the progress of my research report went well even though I was working on it from the dormitory,.
on Tuesday night I stepped foot into the research room to attend our meeting.I saw that this room had not changed at all, the desk and the computer I used to use was still in place not shifted in the slightest, just that I saw the face of the professor cedar a little somber, unhappy as usual.unlike when we met often, I just saw the face of the professor,
I paused for a moment, took a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, like something was stuck in my chest,
this is the best in my heart.
For a month or so I've been able to control my feelings, I don't want to get stuck into the wrong love, especially prof-raas an atheist who doesn't believe in god, uphold the value of religion and give my whole life to the creator of ALLAH subhanahu wata'ala.
Our meeting went well, prof aras discussed the results of our research report, I myself got a near-perfect score of '93' . of course prof aras as my tutor was happy, he said,. while emre and hand get the highest score from his classmate with the value of '96', that's why I'm not surprised if every time I'm in trouble they can always help me, they can always help me, I'm lucky to have a research room with them .
the clock has shown at 22:00 means the meeting will be over,
emre and deliver the Hdmi cable and some of the tools we used during the meeting.
the two of them walked out to return the tool2, only me and prof Aras were left in the room.
when I want to leave the room first,
prof aras' question stopped me, stopped me,
'' they are good, I answered briefly.
' nearly 2 months you've been avoiding me, is there anything wrong with my attitude?
I guessed, the first question was just a small talk to start the conversation . I was confused what to answer,.?
there was no way I could answer because I wanted to avoid so that I didn't have any more taste in him.
'' how's that changing, prof,?
' you kind of avoid me, in class and also in the research room, I actually really want to invite you to have a light discussion, but I undo it because I see this change of yours, he said,. if there is something wrong with me teaching or kata2 I am less comfortable and make you uncomfortable say, say,.
'' I am sorry prof, if my attitude to prof aras changed, it was because I just wanted to keep my honor and the honor of prof aras.
'' You mean ??,
'' I just don't want later if I meet too often and interact with professors there will be things that happen outside of professionalism between students and teachers,
I avoid the professor in order to maintain my honor and the honor of the professor as well, hopefully prof Aras understand what I explained.
I picked up my backpack without seeing prof Aras's facial expression, I hope he's not angry at my answer,.
I rushed out of the room and took a small run in the hallway of the campus,
arriving at the bike park, I immediately pedaled her quickly to get to the dorm.
I didn't feel my tears just running away from my lower eyelids, the more tears flowed, the more,
when I got to the dormitory, I immediately took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom, I took wudu, I,
'' bismilbornrahmanirrahim, I washed my face, hands, some of my head, ears and feet, and I recited the reading after wudu,.
I went back into my dorm room, I immediately called my prayer mat, I started praying and on my last bow I chanted do'a .
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***My perfect ROB, forgive this undue feeling, but I have no choice but to remove it, Rob help me so that there is no more frustration in this heart,
perfect is my love for you only, my perfect Rob,.
if this is my destiny, I sincerely live it, but forgive me who still have little hope, I hope,
may you guide him so that he can change his beliefs.become a Muslim****.
My prayer was over, but I was still in a deep prostration while crying without a sound, for a moment my soul felt,
calm like. hugged by my Rob, like,.
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