DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
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For a moment I put the stone in my hand, I was afraid that it would take too long

I hold it and the stone will fall until finally none of it

left in my grasp.

That's how I feel now, not feel this burden is too heavy but there are times when I put the burden for a while,

until I can lift it back myself.

If the buffalo is held by the rope, then the man held is his speech

that advice is now inherent in the mind and every movement I step. Like what was poured in the book ‘Shuwarun min Hayatil Fatihin’ legend of the warlord, Thariq bin Ziyad with 7000 soldiers in conquering Spain in 711 AD. He landed near a large rock that would later be named after him, Jabal (mountain) Thariq, the Europeans called him Gilbraltar.

In the war of conquering Spain which was once called Andalusia how a son who was born from the tribe of Nafazah, in North Africa this action that eventually became so phenomenal and astonished scientists and historians, suddenly He burned the boats that were used to surround his troops.

Then he stood in front of his soldiers while making a loud, authoritative speech, and firmly.

In the midst of burning the boats, he made a speech with his floor.

“Where is the way home? The sea is behind you. The enemy in front of you.

Truly you have nothing but right attitude and patience. Your enemies are already on standby ahead with their weaponry. Their power is huge. While you have no provision but the sword, and no food for you except that which you can snatch from the hands of your enemies.

If this war is prolonged, and you cannot overcome it soon, it will be

sir is your strength. They will cease their fear of you. By

therefore, remove the contemptuous nature from yourselves with respectability.

You must be willing to die. I really warn you about my situation

attempted to overcome. Know, if you are patient for a little

suffer, you will be able to have fun for a long time.

Therefore, do not be disappointed in me, because of your fate

no worse than my fate.”.

At the end of his speech he shouted louder, “War or Dead?” And here's what

I feel, if I withdraw from this fight then I lose because there

Ijab Qabul is able to shake the sky when devoured. Although to go there is not easy, because the devil will continue to flirt until finally void the sacred bond. I'm a man not a loser, I'm capable of meeting the needs of marriage.

And hopefully today will bring me sustenance, even if only in my pants pocket

there is only enough money to go, but I am sure the time yes Mother did not give me just the cost of going home no more, anyway there are several sponsors who entered from publishers, travel and providers. If even given more thankfully as an addition to buying dowry or print invitations.

Because previously Mother had alluded to my wedding preparations, she also said, ”ada money from a sponsor of 1.6 Million you can use to cover up the shortcomings.” Although a little hopeful, but I am not complacent with things

that sort of thing, there's enough of this kind of refraction that I've been through.

To me as best as that hope which I have laid upon God, I will never

I regret it if it is not achieved, because I believe God has a reason for it all. And too often I have been lulled by the promises of men, which end in disappointment.

My job today is to present the Forty Years of Mother Work and pack the moment as interesting as possible. And in order to reduce the cost, after I got off the bus shulter way Kwitang from there I walked, passing one of the biggest bookstores and Kali

I'm sure whoever was sitting next to the wheel was busy and there was no time for traffic on the road, so he was looking for an alternative to using a helicopter.

In my heart was the words of my former church activist, Alphany Septhan Thea and I still remember his words, “yank, if you want something answered by God, you can imani enough in the heart. It must have been reached.” It was still clearly recorded in my mind, complete with his voice

spoiled.

Want to believe it or not with his words, until finally heard the news that he was now commuting to Italy, during our relationship at that time. Thea, uh,

so enthusiastic about the super model country, he always holds a photo of Kathedral Milano while closing his eyes and saying, “

Father, I am sure with Your love will lead me to this country.” At first glance it looks funny at the time, but when I still see his photo Wara-wiri on my facebook homepage, inwardly just say,” Congratulations well Theeey...Finally what you imani reached also.”

Forget Thea and her goals, which she has now achieved, about the dreams she has achieved. I still have PR to live an obsession that I don't want to lose

Thea, simple, I want my works to be best seller and useful to the crowd. For me the material will come along if we've needed people.

It's a long way from Kwitang to Ismail Marjuki Park

approximately 500 meters, the air still feels cool because it is from Tugu Tani to TIM still looks beautiful, considering the cleaning officers routinely clean up the litter scattered.

Plus Menteng the place

so famous for the Urban side of the Capital, because this is where the area and vital objects are located, ranging from embassies, cultural centers, and so on, towering apartments look to race each other into the mouth of the sky.

Step by step I took the stairs to enter the HB Jassin Literary Documentation Center which still looks lonely. Just opened the entrance, the Dinginya Water

Conditioner so pierces the pores of the skin.

At the end of the room where the event will take place, a woman wearing black robe, oval face, her skin looks so clean with the shape of a Greek Nose nose, which is very clean, her thick eyelashes cursory look that she is of Arab blood, sitting so quietly in the corner of the room.

The girl's eyes guessed and must have asked, “what is she that Mother meant?”

Because when I got there I wore a black t-shirt without the batik shirt I had originally promised.

I'm sure that the girl flanking the book is Astrid, no

maybe the guest came so early. But I did not dare to greet him first, then I decided to wait in another room not far from the PDS hall center. HB Jassin's.

Given that in the room is not allowed to smoke, that is the reason why I wait in another room that is allowed to smoke.

The fire had just burned the tip of a cigarette, I had not had time to enjoy the suction.

Astrid appeared in front of me, and made sure,

“Bang Haidar?” His slightly raucous voice blew away the idea I had almost met from my first suction, wanting to pretend not to admit that I was Haidar, but this heart had no guts for it.

“Astrid?” I turned around asking and made sure again that the woman standing before me was to guide the event.

“Iya. Goody! Seven o'clock appointment, but come at nine!” I'm sure he's a jackass, just met first but has given a bad impression.

“Maklum home far brother, twice naek angkot. Anyway, no discussion

importantly, Mommy herself has not made sure the event starts at what time? Who present anyone? For backdroop problems have not been installed. Just a bench and sound system, plus an invited guest bench.

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