stories about injuries
"I'm sorry ukhti, actually I tlah married here because the one thing I can not explain, sorry to let you wait, sorry've hurt you, pardon tlah makes you hope, may God forgive the kelancanganku preceded by promising khitbah His will for you, maybe I'm not the best According to you "
The sound of one night sms sent from a mobile phone in the other parts of the archipelago.
Starting from a high school reunion six months a year earlier,
Equally still own, both as individuals who want to keep their hearts to deliver on something called 'taaruf' can finally agree and plan a wedding next year organized as an answer.
That afternoon, the brothers had to return to Borneo because that is where he works, with full confidence from the lips of the brothers came out saying "waiting for my return .. insha Allah ya ukh parents will mengkhitbahmu soon for me, so when I get home've stayed married" .
every day through the sisters with beautiful dreams and hopes of the future, the minutes and hours passed tlah perfectly, day barganti weeks, weeks turned into months, and the sisters still waiting for the prayer, hope and loyalty.
But unfortunately he did not have enough courage to ask about the commitments that although unspoken communication between them is still running, perhaps because he believes and believes in the Brotherhood.
Until one night after a full twelve ... she received sms that read dilinangi tears, the pain ... how much destruction .. how ... ahh ... if only there had no hope, I wish had never built a dream .... if only ...
But everything happens by His permission, this is just not how segores wounds, maybe SHE wanted him to understand the patient, steadfast, sincere and sorry that he's getting better at understanding how to be grateful.
* Cuts will probably go along with the flavors have been expelled from the heart *
* Forgive is not to forget how, but how can mengikhlaskan *
For every heart that never felt a wound of the same ....
Senin, 05 November 2012
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