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31/01/2012

My Lovely One

Today make me have the tears more and more. After around two weeks I am with my beloved one, finally time demand me to leave her. The time want me to leave the nice moment with the one that I love. The one most I love in this world.
Sincerely, I do not want to leave her. I do not want to make her alone without me. My pretension is about together with her every times. But, it is the consequence from getting the dreams.
After the dawn was fallen, I have the journey to my city where I learn about many things, many problem solutions, even many ways to know more about Allah, Bandung.
At the first, every things is OK. My heart beats normally, as well as my feeling. My legs stepped so firmly established. I believe that is my way.On a journey to the destination place, I tried to enjoy my journey with reading a book to make me forget about my want. It was done normally.

But, every thing was changes when I get my time in rent house. My feeling, my thinking, my happiness was changes. My pretension come back demand me to have the first want to live together with my mom.
Every thing even become the bad things after I got wake up from my rest. My feeling was to be sixes and sevens. I just have one demand to my self, I want to come back to my home.
When I tried to take coolly for my self, it was become bad over and over. Even, when I listened the song about mom, it made me feel bad. My tears was fallen. I cried more and more. Nothings could  make me calm down. Nothing one could make my feeling save. I just can to beg Allah to arrange my meeting with my beloved one in the nicest time.

I miss my mom sincerely. I miss the time with my mom. I miss the time with her. I really miss her...

Oh God, please...save her for me. I am really sorry for much love me for her.