KARMAS
The problem is not over

Every time I see him, he reminds me of a celebrity. PARIS HILTON'S.

Her clear skin and light movements made her look pleasing to the eye. His face seemed arrogant but easily smiled as he was greeted, his dense black hair was always tied up behind his head revealing his tie neck, there were never any accessories attached to his body, overall her appearance is normal but in her simplicity she even impressed glamour. I don't know what this guy's secret is. What makes this guy so interesting.

Ah, maybe because every time he came and came home from the event he was always picked up by the driver with his luxury car. He is a rich man's son. His parents had a francise restaurant in a large Mall that was spread across several branches in major cities throughout Indonesia.

He had just graduated from college in Mellbourne and returned home to Indonesia helping his parents manage their Company.

The son of a rich man, certainly a high-class lifestyle that likes hurrah and partying. He is capable and worthy of it. Until one day, in the Leadership Program event from which we participated by a total of approximately 80 people, God brought us together in a small group. A small group of 5 people.

what goes arround comes arround

There was a home work where we were asked to create a personal collage. Kind of like a Dreaming board. Photographs from the magazine depicting the dream dream of the dream of the vision of the mission of life were scissored then affixed to a large piece of cardboard paper. You could say it was a sum up of our soul's passion.

On the appointed day we were released to choose the place where we would tell what was in the scroll. We sat five at the basement food court of a Mall.

While waiting for orders to come we one by one tell the picture picture inside. I remember what I put on, there were pictures of flying birds, pictures of planes, balls of the world, beautiful cars, beautiful houses, harmonious families....

Turns off. He unrolled the cardboard paper, so wide that it almost covered a portion of the dining table in front of us. I was still amazed to see the picture in front of me.

Pictures of gloomy pictures, slums, people who are less fortunate, there are school buildings, there is a children's playground ....

Not in my mind even imagined it, the image of hers was 180% reversed with everything I had in mind.

I took a long breath...

mistook

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At the end of our Leadership program, we made a social service project in Priuk District Fisherman Village North Jakarta. We raised funds in accordance with our expertise, the result of which we poured in the event, founded Posyandu, renovated the school, held free treatment, etc, make a bazaar of cheap market of decent clothes we collect..

The event was lively because it involved all residents, especially mothers who live in the area. There are so many people but he continues to shadow my eyes, I see his movements so agile and deft at work. Take off the shoes do not feel disgusted to plunge into a dirty muddy place directly blend with the original inhabitants. His clear white skin looks so contrasting with the surrounding conditions.

He always stole my attention. Every time I see it my heart feels comfortable.

In my eyes she is the flower of life.

Oh, yeah, her name is JESSICA.

That's his real name:)

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