Missing Room
Episode 1's

I began to realize from a long sleep tiring on a mattress that is not so comfortable to be called a resting place after a day wrapped tired with office tasks that are too much.

This morning I felt something was different in me whether I felt I didn't know, let me tell you about myself who was searching in the silence of life for nothing until now, stories that will lead you to be able to fall asleep at night or just unwind because of the many tasks from school or even the task of life that is so confusing to just be imagined.

This story begins with an encounter that hopefully you can find the essence of the confusion of the mind that is so tiring to run.

Meetings that make the beginning of a journey through a long life to find a meaning in life.the story is not so long but also not a little meaning that you might get.

being yourself in the ark of life is so exciting in the mind and only in the shadow of darkness.

the stories that will echo the sound in the Kahfi cave are so cold but so many meanings, exploring deeper through the Qolbu ocean and the strands of meaning from the word lover.

a beginning that brings all the turmoil in the chest, which hopefully you can accept the long journey that I will tell you as a reliever of fatigue and thirst for the strange life of the world.

the series of words that I will write and I tell you about is a point where I found my existence in this world that at the same time changed the stigma that has long been embedded in the heart and also deepened little heart to find a beauty of life which is like a puppet played by those who have stock.

the owner of life seems to like joking to just remind me of the role that I have to play in a show, the heart-pounding god who rules over everything in this universe, what I am also unable to interpret is what has been, is, and will happen in life that is all sought but is not certain to happen. a word revealed in the heart that will spell out all criticism of the ethical mind and has been abandoned in place of the sparkling of worldly lust.

I can't expect you to like what I'm telling you in my story, for sure I just want to express what I have long been craving and be a question of concern in sailing the ark of life, like Noah in the storm that drowned the whole land until a new order was formed in life.

stories that are not just me and the type of finger or mouth that reads them, in the verses of love find the beauty of space embedded in deep longing and cannot be interpreted in a figurative word.

my love is embedded in the Qolbu ocean that is met in the space of longing for Him to make myself more and more longing for the helplessness of expressing the word, all the efforts that finally brought me to Him made a signal of my longing for Him all the do'a and the long wait paid off completely leaving many memories in it.