DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Mate : “Don't You Ask When I Come”

I try to believe that our soul mate will not be confused with others, the good person is his old mate, because they are the chosen ones, compared to having to rush in waiting for a partner in our plaminan later. There is no need to find the perfect, but he is able to perfect the shortcomings that we have, no need for the rich like Sulaiman and Bilqis or Khadijah, he said, but look for a partner who is good at being grateful for the sustenance that God has given to provide for the household, and Halal.

I myself have another interpretation of beauty and good looks to me that is easy to get, all we can buy with money, but the beautiful character, his manners, his temperament, can only be owned by those who really want to improve themselves and improve their morals, the concept of a mate is actually that do not dream Cats have a pair of Tigers, because Cats mate his Cat. Oil will not combine with water.

Like Amel who left me, suppose he did not mate for long with me, be assured that the Lord was preparing a wingless bidari who was sent to accompany my days, this time and all.

Not who loves me only achievements, or who secretly targets the treasures that I have later, after I fall poor not necessarily he will accompany and care for us when we fall ill.

God is so dear to me, by removing the rope of love that is not a tether of the heart. Now that I try not to cry and also grieve, God does not let me get hurt and persecuted with a pseudo love story that leads to ‘luk inward’ so that it has a self-destructive impact. What about the separation that happens as if tomorrow the earth will stop spinning, and the sun will no longer warm my body?

I give all of Him back to the owner of love, He will decide what is best, the Companion whom he will wipe away tears when weeping, he who will refute my footsteps when slow to walk, step and walk the path of life that is not as easy as human plans.

I look for a life partner who when he is near gives us comfort, and when this longing is so terrible that it leads us to the edge of do’a and prostration, for this heart believes that it will keep its love and its heart only for me. Amians...

Since the release of Amel, although religiously it has fallen Talak, I do not bother to choose Talak three, Talak three, I'm afraid what Julie's doing out there is a burden of trust that keeps my sin from breaking.

Over time and one day after the fall, Mr. Amir, the director of the company where I wrote the content, sent a message to every employee who worked, not to panic, at any time my office is declared collapsed aka bankrupt, because the website business is not as easy as expected, it takes the identity of the contents and contributors, want to be flanked by the website, the website, it has been running for 3 years but has no income from advertising.

Complete already my suffering, wife went with her ex-boyfriend, for her own career is no longer an opportunity to become an employee and forced to be unemployed, so, plus the parents who need a big cost for the cost of treatment. If not the faith I have maybe I do not know how else I have to live, these are the toughest years I have to face.

There are no severance, all that is left is the debt of marriage costs, and the demands of the ex who wants to be immediately taken care of the deed of divorce and it costs a lot too, too, with the under table system of bureaucracy in this country, there is no money, then we will be prepared to face a bureaucratic system that is convoluted with this and that reason.

This is the year I lost a lot of time, energy and thought. About hope that does not know what it will be like, what sin have I committed, O God?! So that this much may be a test, a trial, or perhaps this reprimand. If this is a test, it's easy for me to finish it. If this is a trial, please encourage me to continue to remain confident in my aqidah. If this is indeed a rebuke from You O Allah, forgive all the wrongs of the servant and the servant's parents, may I find tears that will change smiles later.

My job now is to take care of my father when he is awake at night, or he complains of his pain, may not be able to bear what he feels, I resigned,” O God, take my father's life.” Poor to see him endure the pain, I often met my father complaining of his pain, while raising his asking hand, and I understood by his body's cue, that he was no longer strong, he was no longer strong, I hope God will take his life.

All he can say is the word,” Allah...Allah and Allah.” that's it, when his head was stricken with great pain. I will miss, when the father who quietly closed the door of the room while I was being insular, his typical laughter, sometimes he mocked us with vague sentences, like a planetary man. If we do not understand what he said, then so satisfied he laughed out loud, after which he can only say,”Allah.”.

On the bench rattan already irregular his embroidery, father sometimes lay his body there, sometimes through the middle of the night, he was pensive alone, holding his pain without a sound, he said, since there was nothing he wanted to bother with, without realizing it I was secretly watching him from the crack of the room door. He groaned, bit and shivered off a lonely night.

I deliberately saw from a distance, not because it was not dear, instead I held back tears. If I cry, my father will wipe him even though he is enduring severe pain.

I am not a man in general, who is good at hiding tears, I never regret my situation like this, whose weapon is tears and prayer, what is wrong if a man cries? And Haram if I find peace when shedding tears holding my own sobs?! To me crying is the antidote to a sense of helplessness, a symbol of how weak a servant is.

For a moment I took off the heavy stone to make me, when I felt I was lost this tired then I took back the stone, there was a piece of money five thousand enough to rent an hour cafe, one hour, find out the development of the latest publishers and books and their flagship books. That way I can analyze the market and the willingness of publishers who even have to queue, no priority, for writers who have entered large publishers, and have to wait 3 months, even if reminded of the author only recently they reopen the manuscript of the shipment from us, that is Indonesia.

I know the polite treatment of publishers whose owners are cultural even though they tend to be considered adherents of certain schools, but for me the ethics given enough to make me as a writer feel comfortable with their attitude, he said, one of the editors who led me to have a spirit back in writing, although as in general often receive rejected script treatment, so fine, not musolah, waduuuh! Mistaking is not a problem, as the script for them may be viewed as having academic and business value as well.

Alhamdulillah, when you want to send a script just chat VIA facebook and send by email only, like what I do now usually many questions that I address about the script.

While the fun chat appeared one name on the right side of the facebook page with a profile photo book cover, silhouette of a woman with a purple background, with Arial font ‘Female Spinner Rain, and,” the name is not foreign and I have heard of it, but where is it? I try to recall the first time I heard that name mentioned. Ooooh, apparently in the event 40 years Mama Nini works.

Well, the woman who recites poetry so full of soul, I cannot deny that she does have talent in reading poetry. I added him to just know what it was like when the Rain Spinner Woman brought out her side of personality in cyberspace.

Almost four months the event has been going on, why is it that only this time I want to make friends with him ? And I'm not the kind of person who carelessly includes other people that I don't know and have no relationships according to my profession as a writer. And vice versa when someone wants to make friends and I don't know a little about it, maybe I won't confirm.

What's with the Rain Spinner Woman?!....