DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Don't Puck your Hands

Be welcoming and it seems like they are greeting each other, so harmonious as

the language of God that I do not understand, they look comfortable or indeed have become a habit of his so that the quiet night is precisely a place to share cheerful, when humans have fallen asleep, sleep, they just kicked like tonight became a party for the animals of the night.

After praying Isya and I deliberately put down this body to immediately shut down, then join dissolving myself until I stand at the end of the road to the dream gate, until I was in a dream that I could not choose all I wanted, if I dream at night I could ask I want every night to be surrounded by stars and

we sit under the park bench accompanied by the lights, you fall on my shoulders.

But I often lose my dreams at night, because I used to sleep after dawn, it only took me two to three hours to close my eyes, maybe I should call it a dream in the morning, he said, as usual I fill my nights just to write, because in the midst of silence there is much I can get, and this is how I process my thoughts, it could be almost the average writer chooses the time of night, he said, sleep for a while and then wake up in a third of the night, until the sound of the dawn prayer gives a signal to leave for a while.

I really lost my normal life like them, and I started to get used to turning back the clock, the night for me to work while the morning, even though I slept for a few hours and then I continued to write again, continue and continue like that, only last a few months I live a normal life, because it was morning he had to go to work routine like a man in general.

Because society is like that, the so-called work is like those who go in the morning, go home in the afternoon and wear neat clothes or uniforms, while I? Far from it all, I can work at any time, and exceed the daily routine of factory workers, office employees or other workers. The difference is, they can get a salary every month, and me? Just get the royalty that I take once every three months, there are also publishers who give down payment at the beginning, as a sign. But only a certain publisher, while I get it every three months, that's also I never know, any date how much royalty money I can receive.

And my nights are now being interrupted with a short message that suddenly Amel sent for me. I never knew what demon possessed her body, until she lost her nature as a woman, and I lost my fangs as a man.

 This is beyond the limits of reasonableness and I myself can no longer bear this kind of inner burden, indeed religiously Amel I have divorced, but not with the law of the country, but not with the law of the land, it's not that I don't want to take care of, circumstances that I can't force.

Besides that, I was the laziest to deal with the sense of bureaucracy, is something that became my reason for not too far to play in the bureaucratic administrative process that is quite dangerous. Not that I don't have the guts for any of this, but holding back those emotions is hard, even if it's a loser,

for me to dampen those emotions better than I have to lose the future.

“But all with the cold head of Haidar, you will also find a reward for both of them, leave all to God, who you yourself believe in a day of vengeance is not it?!” I whispered to the dweller of the night that he never slept.

Almost everything I have told you and there is not a single title I did not convey, because I know you are my place to whisper, where I berate the heavens, not because I hate being born to earth, not because I hate being born to earth, nor do I blaspheme Destiny, for I have been sincere with the script of my life.

This is my friendship on ‘ owner of malam’ who himself never sleeps well, he was restless with his own destiny. Because just being friends with you I can feel how good it is to share. And maybe in the near future I'm going to Bandung to finish the screenplay, where I'm in quarantine. Hopefully it doesn't take too long, considering before Ramdhan this movie should be released soon.

“Keep you pursue your dreams Haidar, and I am ready to be your place of leavened stories, even though my only way is like this I can help you, you know, maybe one day I can help you another way I can.”

It's okay, with me like this I feel like I have a long life, and abundant sustenance, because I remember his message, if we want to extend our age and lose our sustenance then increase our friendship, if we want to extend our life, because I feel the impact, when I need a friend who can share about the problems of life that I bear so much weight, he said, with me telling stories like this I can at least get some useful input and advice for me.

 I also had a sense of sustenance from my family, when I needed a job yesterday. Up to my friend Imam Iskandar gave me a job and he also knew how my ability until finally I was trusted as a content writer or article on a story website.

It is like that when I ask him to be a loyal listener only and for me input from him is enough to reduce the burden of my life, to whom else would I tell only to him ‘si keeper malam’ who never sleep and always there is a time when I need a light, a light, and I also know ‘si guard malam’ will be safe to keep in every secret of my life.

And I myself do not understand what he said, “...., maybe one day I can help you in other ways that I can do.” What kind of way would he do for me?!

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On the Next Night, 00.00 WIB

 The sound of crickets I no longer heard was simple, there was not a single night beast that I heard. Just the pungent smell of the ground pierced. Olfactory epithelium, the particles of the odorant are captured receptors, the signal is sent to the olfactory bulb via the olfactory nerve. It was this part that sent a signal to my brain, until I finally

know that the smell of fresh soil is none other than a few hours ago rain fell, telling the cold that stings the pores of the skin, although not to make me shiver but enough to make my feathers stand.

I passed every alley, no sign of life, at least I found the moans of people snoring, it was completely quiet. Maybe the air tonight, enough support for them to race in a dream that is only lost carried away by the sound of the dawn.

It has become my custom every time I finish Tahajud prayer before writing, to get out of the room for a moment, even if just feel the peace of the night, and put my face up to the sky, “ Lord, let me blaspheme my own destiny! About the hope that has reached its nadir, about the hand that wants to continue to give but not the power to clench the fingers, about the despise embroidered in love and ideals, and the, about the stain of love that I smeared with gold ink, about the terror of death that made me restless, not because I was afraid to face death, but the provisions that I have are not even a fingernail when compared to the work that I have done, consciously or without me realizing.

Not that I am proud to be pressed with destiny, I consider this is the opening act for me to learn to understand that You are closer than expected of his servant, and it turns out that the pleasure of age is greater than the problems of life we face.

At night I returned to the trail of wisdom, that I should get out of the shell that made a frog feel he was squeezed out of a big problem, he considers the shell to be a burden of his freedom to know that there is still another world that exceeds a hunk of shell that covers a frog, inevitably this frog must come out of the shell, he said, let him know that the nature of his soul is freedom. This is where I find that this soul must be big from the problems that are being faced, be careful no matter what the possibilities are for yourself.

But remember! That God always makes something pairwise in this life, not only a matter of soul mate but the wisdom of life that can only be found by those whose souls choose to befriend destiny, self-administered in the wisdom of knowing ourselves, then there we will know who the Lord is.

Make it night and day alternately as evidence, that there are lessons for people who want to be grateful. Grief will change likes, tears will be filled with laughter, and do not blame separateness because it starts from a meeting. Don't dream that it will be eternal, but there is a trick I must take between the two to prepare myself to laugh, then cry. To prepare for the night when the day comes, be aware that no meeting is everlasting and that he will be apart, only time speaks.

After a long while, I walked through the houses of the people, just to find anyone who was awake, even though just greeting each other, because I was not a stranger and quite social, because I was, but this time there was an unnatural sight, between the walls of the factory which was a meter away from the houses of the people, right at the elbow of the road, which was, three burly men stood guard complete with long guns, one of them wearing a hat.

Shortly three other officers came out with a man I knew was a man, though his face was covered with a black cloth, similar to when Densus 88 arrested the suspect *******. Who is the man behind the black cloth? As soon as the officer I knew they were officially making an arrest, it was seen that there were two men out of six who I saw wearing official uniforms, but who did he catch?! Why do the neighbors not feel disturbed by the noise, or could they be a special team deliberately sent to make an arrest.

This is totally unnatural.....