DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Among Eva, Women Spinners Rain, Little Khadijah And Pigeons Without Wings

Not even the time of iddah, Amelsah already seen messrah on his facebook account and I got news from some friends who are mutual friends also with ex-wives, and I got word from some friends who are mutual friends, the name for his girlfriend who at that time I saw in the boarding houses with the name ‘Pupu’ many tilted reports that I got, this is it and that is it, every time his name is called to be a wound for me, but I have to be able to deal with all of this.

I'm a normal guy, and I can't deny there are some women who are really close to me, after I declared divorce with Amel, just bet like Astary, just like Astary, she ‘Si Female Spinner Rain’ beautiful and well mannered woman, although she is an ex-wife but I see her as a very tough figure, she was Wonder Woman in her time. My meeting with him started from comments on his status, to make us closer. And I to the point to ask him to be ‘men near’ as a step to a more serious level.

Until we agreed to spend some time meeting, it was none other than our meeting place at Taman Ismail Marjuki, as we first met a few months ago. When the sound of poetry that he brought teased the ears.

And in this place too, I found my destiny too late, there was Eva who once carved a story in this heart, she was also a good woman and had her own inner sensitivity, he who is so understanding about what is trust, when we tell about our personal, as hard as he will keep the secret. Even if his signal indicates that there is no good, but he continues to take care of him.

And Eva included the small hands that God gave me, until it was revealed that the incident also became the role of the woman who some time ago contacted me just to slap jokes, about his plans to get married and Julie was already rumored by him.

“Hallo bang, insyallah I want to marry do’ ya bang? Oh yea! How about I write the name Amelnggak? So how's Haidar and Amel? Haha...Kidding bang..” There was no anger at all when Eva joked like that and I knew how Eva was joking.

“Ah, can you suck it up. Free, want to be diberduain also not what.”

 “At last Allah proved that He loves the same, the proof is told all the secrets that man himself never knew. Means brother including good people and my guess finally proved?”

“Iya Eva, tanks well already want to be notified of her marriage plans.”

It was just a few lines of conversation, and when I heard that she wanted to get married, this heart was like a sheep tied around her neck, and it was hard to move. And from Eva I was advised to pray at night, plus God's spirit to be shown something secret that cannot be seen by humans, namely the incident that demikan smooth that I myself like kelekan.

And remember the incident when we sat in the shade of the trees, and when Eva wanted to anchor her body in the seat was seen writing ‘Batak’ with black ink. And he just laughed at the writing.

“Eva see this?” And I pointed my index finger at that time to one word, ‘batak’ when only a few minutes ago Eva wanted to have a life partner of a writer of batak blood. Although a little more, I was prejudiced nosy,” Are you my destiny? Or is it just a coincidence?”  Eva just threw a smile more and more painted clear dimples the girl. It's all too late!

From the nanar of his face there is a speck of light that if I mean that he was very sorry about what had happened, ‘Why did we not know from the beginning? While everything can still be changed!?” Or it's just dew that falls for a moment and gets drenched in the morning sun, then goes away. Is this just fragrant orange leaf fragrance that was immediately slashed and the fragrance was lost in the wind?!

I tried to repeat the times I met Eva although different people, this time Astary who I invited to sit in that place, where Batak's writing is still clearly visible. But my plans do not match the reality, in the same place it looks like lovers are so seriously talking.

“Why should also be in someone else's place?” I regret and ask in my heart. “What is this marked, that Astary is not a substitute girl Amel?!”

And we decided to find another place that if it was convenient for us to share stories, about his past that he himself was not a girl, she said, but what is the meaning of a marriage bond status that we also have the same background, have experienced irregular graffiti in the household. ‘Gadis’ to me does deserve that title attached to him because he is untouched by dirty, burly hands that want to usurp his crown a second time, he said, he survives alone does not want any beetle willing to stop, like a thorny Rose that not just anyone can pluck him.

Am I a person who has enough knowledge about a rose until I can finally pluck it? Or do I have to be sick first pierced by his thorn then can I get it? I will try to find out first, the beetle that once stopped at his crown, then why he had to temporarily stop by, he said, is it because the essence has been exhausted then arbitrarily the Rose is left even just displayed.

“My ex-husband rough often hit until finally he married again with my own best friend, there is my baby left there.” His eyes glazed over, like there was a longing held back about his son.

“How old is he?” I asked who was trying to find out about the Rain Spinner Woman.

“Eleven years.”

For me the past doesn't really matter, because the rearview mirror of the car is smaller than the wide glass in front of the steering wheel, it is clear that we only occasionally see the past so as not to fall in the future, if we often look back then be prepared we will be hit by a vehicle in front, he said, that's how I look at Astary, even those who are in the ID card status ‘Dead Divorce or Alive’ have life experiences that must be evaluated and learned so as not to repeat themselves in the future.

But I saw her there was a wound of her own that made Astary reluctant to open her heart to any man, almost four years she lived alone in Jakarta, a city that could not be friendly with the fate of people, he said, the city that is insensitive to his ears to hear the screams of the stomach of others, the city that is so arrogant, the poor and the rich are only limited to high and thick walls, the city that he said promises the future, in fact, not a few of those who choose the way to complain of fate in Jakarta even stumbled even embarrassed to return to their hometowns because there is nothing to be proud of.

Not with Astary, she was able to fight off as much as she could to stay away from her parents, without anyone she could rely on and to put her life on, she said, not only that according to his narration and indeed I know from Mama Nini that he had worked as a TKW in Hong Kong, for what?! For the sake of leaving the wound that he felt sore and for the sake of the baby who was at that time needed a lot for the cost of treatment. It's great! I myself cannot possibly be like her, challenging her own destiny.

The wind caressed her face that blushed shyly behind an orange veil, in a Cafe still in the Taman Ismail Marjuki complex, when I said, “ We both forget the past that may not be siding, , but is there a future waiting for me to wear the ring on your ring finger?”

He just fell silent, and nodded too ambiguously to me when a woman was unable to yes when a man was really well-intentioned, not just dating, or whether some women do not have the courage to speak faithfully, or his thoughts that break through far the possibilities that are not necessarily the case, he said, or there was his own wound for him so it took time to heal his bruise which he himself never knew, when it would recover.

I may be too hasty, to make Astary unprepared for the commitment I ask of her, or she has special criteria so that I am not the type she wants. If so, why did he give me hope? To be patient until he is able to make sure that soon he really feels he can wake up from a long sleep dissolved in loneliness!

Hopefully Astary that girl will be a special guest and sit in the number one seat, VVIP, he said, in the midst of my media colleagues, I will announce that she is the woman I chose to get the results of sweat and long wait of my dreams so far, from the discourse and the long journey of the film lifted from my novel.

That was the day I was going to be, and I glorified the woman who was willing to follow the history of life that I had not from the cradle of laughter and luxurious facilities, but tears, the sneers and suppositions of people about me who are only dreamers, braggars and big dreams. It is okay because they see everything is instantaneous and not spread by a process, not pure gold was produced from the screening process, burned with fire, and not spread with a process, forged by a big hammer and until finally gold formed which has a high selling value?!

I was also aware of the meaning of a process that is not as ridiculous as easily can get the heart of an Astary, which does have fans or fans who are ready to ask for it, he said, because every time he performs a poem, dozens and even hundreds of pairs of eyes from the opposite sex are flocked and admired, already beautiful, beautiful and smart as well.

I think so too, though, because it is not easy to make such a great poem or poem without the spirit of the great creator who can spill it in a series of words that very few people understand what is written and presented to the readers, because poetry also sams with songs that are judged by taste and other artwork.

Finally choosing to follow the process that Astary intended, and understanding and realizing that he needed time to treat his past trouma, maybe he and I had other thoughts and ways of erasing all memories even though it was bitter, for what it is to think of the person who doesn't think of us, to cry over the person he doesn't cry over the time we spend, people who are thought and mourned pass without shame. For what is protracted in the sadness of being separated or separated though, I myself understand that after Amel a lot of wisdom that I can get, about the love that I fight for, even if I lose, I can get, at least I can be a hero to myself.

This heart is like a garden that was originally full of flowers and fruit, because if no one else takes care of him it will look scary and seem haunted, I hope that Astary the garden nurse will clean up the leaves, the garbage and even the poisonous animals that scattered and roamed, he will restore the dead leaves and the barren land, one day the garden that was originally dead will again look beautiful, flowers bloom, the fruit is rannum, and green trees shade from the hot sun, the sun, morning dew and birdsong will decorate the garden that has no hope of being planted.

Is Astary capable? Or one of us has to lose! True, a short time is enough to get to know the character and personality of each. Astary is also unable to recover from the story of the past that has robbed her of her smiles, dreams and hopes. While I who do not want to waste time, like a sword that finally makes me slashed even torn until I lay helpless, fell in love that he did not choose.

Fall flowers, fall dreams and hopes to make Astary a special guest who will later occupy the number one seat, the chair that I had requested from the producer team as a place that only selected people could sit in line with those whose sweat, time and energy and thoughts were poured out for the film.

“While bitter, let this herbal medicine I drink and may my body be fresh tomorrow. Compared to I choose to drink syirup, although sweet and too many preservatives are only limited to quenching thirst, better even though herbal medicine is bitter but has properties and good for this body.” I said in my heart when I deleted a few pages of the living script that I would continue to write until I was satisfied with the story at last.

Let the Rain-Winning Woman seek a shelter which she feels worthy to be a shelter from cold, threats and rumbling sounds. Because I realized, that whoever it is will choose a place that can be used as a backrest and make it comfortable.

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**  About Little Khadijah**

Indeed, after I said three talaq for Amel, will not make me dissolve in sadness. I had to get out of a room with only its walls I felt comfortable, or on the stars and moon that I should feel comfortable fighting with.

Tells the story of the Soul, the Life and Death to finally make me realize all of it back to us to find, continue to pursue and achieve and wait for it all.

No I deny there are some women who are close to me, the Rain Spinner Woman who finally can not heal the wound and let it dissolve in the verse and navel, and this is about Little Khadijah, who is not able to heal the wound, she was a woman who was far away from me, similar to the age of the Prophet who was decades adrift with Khadijah when married, like that my age was ten years adrift with a girl, because she's never been married so I can make sure she's a girl.

My meeting was introduced by a friend, and he did not want to see me who had not yet realized to remarry, although his words my age is still fairly young and there is a chance to repeat reading Ijab-Qabul. I will try because it is my dream to get a life partner, until finally I can get the maturity that later and hopefully can inherit the same thoughts and ideals as his Yanda (I like to be called Yanda, considering that he had worked for a Habib, he said, his two cute children (Basil and Bahman) call the boss and teacher to me so effectively call Yanda, this call not everyone has, in general Father, Papah, Abi and Abah )

I called him Azka, although it was not his real name, his profession as a senior telemarketing at a foreign bank whose name was quite familiar. At first my intention was only to discuss the problems of his heart that is stuck with the beautiful love of others, feeling that this self could move on and be able to treat my own wounds with the story of the household that ran aground just like that, my intention just wanted to awaken him from his blind love, his forbidden love.

We started discussing at length VIA phone until we finally agreed to meet at the apartment in Central Jakarta, where he greeted me with a smile, he said, although he was almost dusk but there were remnants of the beauty of youth he left behind, it was seen from the look of his face, nose and smile.

Our conversation was ordinary, just being a good listener until he told us all about his feelings and love, and what ins and outs made him like this? And finally he was open, Azka admitted that she was indeed in love with the husband of people. Indeed, I can unilaterally judge that this forty-year-old woman does not know the man who is secretly the thief of his heart, has a family and has three children, he said, bringing Azka into a forbidden love, with a man working as a geologist in a national mine.

Although he already knows, for him love is opium that is difficult to remove unless there are more toxins that must be drunk in order to eliminate opium that is already quite concentrated, but not enough, although it gradually made him fall down and die instantly, like that picture of the heart he had, until Azka herself could not open her heart to others, and he was honest of the many men who tried to be close to him only I was given the opportunity to meet and greet each other like this.

“Usually there is no man I let into my apartment, even a close guy, only the lakor who usually stop by here.” It was Azka who called the lakor a man of people.

“Sorry! So you nurtured him?”

“Creation!!!”

“Kanaku.”

“This apartment is only for rent, because it is close to the workplace in the Sudirman.” area

I saw a room full of luxury goods, a place that was so comfortable and far from the noise, even though in the middle of the city. He prepared me warm tea because he had offered me to drink as a plumber.

“And no one may or has ever come to my place except my family and the lakor of that one. And you are among the chosen people, because I see you sinter in terms of religion, until finally I ask you to come. as my consultant for the problem of arranging the heart. Hopefully with it you can open my heart in looking for my future companion.”

“You mean?!”

“I view you as ustadz.”

 “Waaah! That's too much Azka, I'm just an ordinary teenager and a widower who has failed in the household. What can you be proud of?!”

“At least you can move on that's all I want to know.”

I go back to my good times, when Amel was my wife. I almost had a child, and it made me think why I was not being given vocational training at that time, when the fetus in Amel's womb had an abortion, or a miscarriage. The presence of the baby to me a happiness and pride like any other young father, the child becomes a bond of love, love, if only God had granted me the baby might have been a consideration of his own if there was a divorce of children who would be victims, or it could have been an affair Amel never existed.

We never know what God's plan is like, sometimes we ourselves have dared to draw our own conclusions with what we are facing. The incident experienced by ‘si lakor’ could have been overwhelming me, who was secretly cheating but from the story of Azka made me question, what is the reason for choosing to betray a partner rather than having to be patient in loyalty, he said, including Amel who so much to betray trust, tarnishing marriage.

If there is indeed a deficiency that I have should have been a consequence for him to accept me completely, as well as me when there is a shortage in Julie then I must accept him without exception.

If the reason Amel cheating Dikarenkan mi, until whenever humans will continue to feel shortcomings, only they are the ones who are filled with gratitude is the essence of the greatest wealth that we must have. Likewise with ‘si lakor’ he has his own reasons for choosing cheating or it could be that he is stuck in ‘ritual facebookiyah’ that traps and drags him in the circle of ‘love forbidden’.

I did not have the most important domain to know the extent of their relationship, in the end Azka could gradually return and empty and open her heart to another man, although I knew it was difficult and he admitted one day not to pick up his phone, his heart was sliced, and he could not hold back the tears that were spilling. It was hard at the beginning, but this had to be done considering that Azka had no right to seize something that did not belong to him, if it happened and overflowed himself, would he be able to see it?

Azka a good woman, only her soul mate who has not found and that becomes my own concern for me, if you say choose I make sure the criteria that ask is not excessive, but it is not excessive, he is enough to make it comfortable, guard and take responsibility. She is a strong woman, just like the Rain Spinner Woman she lives alone in Jakarta, many other sides of her who although relatively new to know just a few months, she lives alone in Jakarta, I can feel the good he has given me.

Matterally? I couldn't lose how good he was, when I was squeezed out of trouble with the rest of the debt for capital married to Julie, not the last interest Julie had split but the bank interest she had left behind, and Azak bore it all. Without me asking and he himself offering help, he released me from the burden that somehow ended.

And Azka understood best when I did not hold any money, what she gave was her own yardstick for when else she should give money to me, although many times I said no, it was my fault in the beginning that I no longer knew where to find money while the circumstances were pressing on me, and in a forced state I asked Azka for help, until finally he knew the account number belonging to my brother that I deliberately borrowed, because only he had savings in the largest private bank.

Without realizing Azka was comfortable, it was what finally made me worried and had to be firm to say that we were just friends, he said, although instinctively as a man acknowledges that his kindness and maturity is what makes me have to reply to him, no other reason I just the age factor.Such as there is a strange itself when I am close to him, it is no other reason, it makes no difference that I was looking at Mamah's face, it made me undo my intentions, and I did not choose excessively in finding who the woman who would replace Amel.

Female Spinner Rain or Azka ‘Si Khadijah Kecil’ I call him like that because my name is Muhammad Haidar Hafedz and his mistress is almost twilight and Azka kebikan, then I call him ‘Khadijah Kecil’. I think they're the ones who will be sitting on the number one bench, the VVIP. Or is there still another woman who will be present to be their substitute ?!

***

** About Pigeons Without Wings**

This is when I began to feel comfortable, the whole room that is now my type friend drugged in a quiet, not too fancy laptop, you could say the model is old, so to speak, LCD and hard disk has started to break, this is seen from the image that every time the entire screen is blamed white, while for the hard disk is certainly damaged, it is certainly damaged, when first turn on often die and I have to repeat to press the power button then this laptop will turn on as normal, apparently he understands what is called warming up.

Facebook and some social networks should not be a place of friendship that there is no longer a distance, here I can discuss and do not rule out the possibility, I became one of about a hundred thousand or even millions of people who seek friends in cyberspace, not a few of them who find their soul mate here, but be careful in this place also various kinds of problems easily began to emerge, ranging from gambling transactions, display girls, and so on, abuse not even a little spousal relationship can be ruined fruit of the fad, greet each other, confide, ground coffee and finally establish a dark relationship.

If I look at Facebook Cs only as a place of literary, religious and political discussion, even though occasionally reply to comments, he said, like that first time I knew Amel and now like that I also know a beautiful woman who works as a flight attendant in one of the SOE Airlines, call her Vega Putri Nafisah. Not usually he commented on the facebook status that I shared, until finally a short message I sent for him.

“Tumben comments?! Thank you mom stewardess.”

I know she works as a flight attendant from the info written on her account, not only that when off or off Vega also pursue the world of modeling, she said, it was seen from the photos in the album that he uploaded on his account. And I have to admit she's beautiful, physically perfect, not knowing her heart.

From the short message I sent, it turned out that my relationship continued to arrange a meeting with the agenda, he asked for my novel. He also knows my profession as a writer, because what I post on my facebook account are all quotes from books that have been published or that I am writing, think of it as a test market as a way of reaction friends in my account, and it has become a separate way for writers in the gadget force, to share info from their works, including me.

At first the plan if indeed the distance of the residence Vega far with me, VIA courier service may be better, and it turns out after Vega explained that his house is not far from my place, he said, it only takes half an hour to get there. And he was still a student in a private university that is quite familiar in Jakarta, so we agreed to meet on campus, too, so there is a bit of administrative completeness that he had to finish back his lecture that was abandoned because of the two professions he occupied. Deal, we also met in front of the campus, then looking for a cool place to talk lightly.

In a cafeteria, although it looked simple but there was something special to me, a girl in an orange veil greeted me with a smile.

“Vega.” He stuck out his hand, it was clear that there was a special treatment that made the skin of his hand smooth.

“Haidar.”  I also welcome back his greeting as the opening conversation.

“Sorry, I have a long time to wait, I have something to do inside. Understand, so new student again.”

“Loh how!? Then what about your flight?”

“Possible I resign and off temporarily to search for more vacancies on new airline.”

“Only that's your reason?”

“Yeah, besides having to finish my academics again.”

That was our opening conversation, until it finally touched the wall of the heart. I'm not the type of guy to make small talk, heeem, spend time if the edges should say,” I fall in love with you.” And I also prefer to the point if this meeting makes me feel worthy to express my heart, even though I myself had said not to look for another woman in my life, marriage is one time in a lifetime. But there is one thing on my mind, the voice of the baby.

And I also try to open my heart, hopefully this is the star of my life, inspiration and a new spirit of my life.

Exactly what I thought, and the dipper was together, the hot sun actually became a coolant for my heart, the whole room became silent for a moment, the heart that was once barren as if washed by morning dew, the, my thirst was gone after Vega gave me an answer far from what I thought.

“May I be the last one for you?” “What should be this fast?!”

“Why not?! Is it not the same as being rejected or not as today? Why wait for tomorrow or two, three more days?!”

“Yeah, but we just got to know! Maybe if you say comfortable, I am comfortable with you. Then how do I know if you're good for me or vice versa?”

“Vega, if you already know the sun is hot, do you need to go up to the sky to make sure that the sun is really hot?”

Vega fell silent and began to read my reasoning, figuring out the meaning of my question. It is seen that the girl who is now sitting in front of me is trying to understand every word I say, spelling one by one about the sun, rising up into the sky and making sure that it is really hot.

“So also, it is easy for you to know sincerely and not a man, pay attention to the attitudes, words, practices and life progress that he offers for you, not just buju woo, because of attitude, and, the practice and speech is enough to be a reference that his heart is also a reflection of it all.”

Time continued to fall, the beat shifted minutes and it did not feel nearly three hours we sat facing, his sharp gaze, the lips of vega dancing spoiled, and we did not feel, from behind the hijab is reflected that she is a girl who has a direction of life, and is so careful in choosing a partner, or maybe she has other options? Well, another man in his heart?!

“Should I answer now?”

“I don't have much time for pleasantries, don't have enough time to just date, I need a companion who becomes a star in my heart and spirit of life, this old wound must be treated immediately.”

“Haidar, you should know, I also have a past that is so black, I was once disappointed with a commitment, five months ago still stuck in my mind when a guy bound to promise, he said, he proposed to me and then he just left. Is this not a wound? I am a woman whose feelings are much more sensitive than men!”

I was surprised by Vega's words that I finally did not dare to question the commitment and certainty again, the certainty for me to be accepted as a substitute man from his past. And I have to be tolerant, not everyone who has ever felt the pain of heartbreak, the pain of abandonment and the pain of being looked at is like me, who easily forgets the past.

If I may say not all men are capable of dealing with such a great event, this is not my personal opinion, but some friends in my place of work like Ibe and Imam, they are a team of content writers with me who they also know my story like this, if Ibe likaratkan,’ has fallen under the stairs and tile also.’

While the Imam himself if faced with a problem like me, maybe he will be confused and finish off the affair of his wife, he said, but I also have my own views and it is not difficult for me to do crazy things though but I still have a dream, I still have a father who needs my expenses and attention, I still have a mother who tells me her prayers. Let me give all these things to Him Who is Most Just, He Who is Most True Hisab, He Who Counts and Takes good account

a servant. And I myself have no right to punish Amel and Luis, the ex-lovers who are now his lovers again.

I tried to tolerate the state of the girl that once I knew I ever wanted to

hosted by a man who works as News Anchor at one of the private stations. And according to his confession, the toughest mistake of Afrizal Aprilandi, the man he had known a year ago, was that he brought back his ex-girlfriend as a model for their prewedding photos.

“Sepelee siih problem, he nginep without my permission, continue suddenly fitting home me again at home both with nyokap Rizal .” He was so upset, this was seen from the way he stirred Avocado juice, like there are past stories that made him have to bring back and maybe clearly illustrated how jealous he was at that time.

“Rizal came with his spell?”

“Yaelaaaaah..who is not a keki! I waited for him all day, don't I have the right to be angry?!”

“Heeeem...yah, but you never know what God wants?!” “You mean?!”

“This is how God teaches you to be a strong girl, and this is how God opens your eyes to realize that he sees her true nature. Do you want when you get married he's still like this?

Isn't that an inner torment for you?! Come on, it's time that love was eye-literate. Not making you blind love and blocking common sense to think clearly. Obviously God loves to show it all, before you choose wrong!”

“I knowuu keeeeees! “

“If you already know why you are so late in grief, do you not have the courage to erase his name in your heart?!” I tried to open my eyes to wake up and realize that there is still something better than Afrizal, even if it is not me he chooses.

“Heh Haidar! It's not hard for me to erase her name in my heart, but it takes time to erase all the memories we've shared.”

“Until when?! Until finally you will be injured even longer?!” “Now, one days for sure I can do it!”

“Dzolim if you have to hurt yourself just because stuck in the past that only drain your tears!”

“Let me enjoy the pain first. And honestly I already feel comfortable with you Haidar, if to accept you as a girlfriend I can but give time to learn to love you, do you want?!”

“I am not to be pitied Vega, or forced to love me.”

“I love you, and allow me to learn to love you because you don't know who I really am.”

I also do not want to rush, learn from the story of Julie who narrates the dark story of my life, I do not want to be mired a second time. I accept Vega's decision for me to know her even more.

“So the conclusion of these three hours what?!” I tried to close the conversation because the sky was getting darker and the red mega on the west side peeking behind an apartment and buildings that remain standing upright, he said, even though the wind that hit him did not shake for him continued to stand until finally consumed by age and the building was fragile later.

“I love you Haidar and I want to be your lover! And I confess my heart is broken until there is no reason for me to reject you.”

“Alhamdulillah, if indeed it is a language that comes out of your heart, not your ego that speaks.”

“Akuuu ciuuuuuuus Haidar, I love kamuuuuuuuuu!!!”

This is the day that continues to repeat for the umpteenth time, where the sprinkling of morning dew I feel again, when the word has been said then the attitude should I take. Tired on the road will feel not a burden, it could be the cherry blossoms falling along the way, when I return to bring a speck of light that will lead the story of love story, love story, I thought this love was a torpor to me.

It turns out that there is still a heart on my side, is this a blessing or a trial?! Do you know that Vega Putri Nafisah will sit in the number one seat, which on that special day I will appoint her as my prospective speaker, in front of the invited guests, media partners and dozens of Orphans, my friends who also prayed for this film to be produced. Amens....

I came home with my lost dream, with my smile and laughter that my ex-wife Amelia has robbed, may God leave Vega ‘Pigeon Without Wings’ as an opening sustenance, he said, it was the morning sun that brought me to the smile and joy that had originally been thrown into the daydream and the pleasure of long nights, which I could not pass alone.