Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
The More Uncontrollable

I don't feel my tears dripping. I don't know why I can cry. But right now it's not the onions I'm slicing. Is it because I miss him?

Baper might be called a man today. But I am confused, how can I baperin people who are not clear as gini, I complained in my heart. And for my age who is no longer young, it feels kind of inappropriate to experience the feelings he deserves just for a teenage boy.

While cooking in the kitchen I play melancholic music. Well, lo, so it's getting baper!

It just so happened to be a song called "Daily Book". The author borrowed the song first,,,,, uh,,,,

I don't feel like I'm dripping my tears. It feels like getting carried back in time.

The past with him, even though I don't know what the past is.

Because I don't have any memories of him in the past.

But in my thoughts and thoughts, it was as if I had memories with him in the past.

As if I had known him for a long time. And made me feel more possessed deep down in my heart.

I think he is like my real husband.

There is still a real husband.

I cry back.

Like not holding back this longing.

I want to meet him every time.

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The days change, my mind gets more and more messed up.

But I try to keep my duty as a good servant of God.

No matter what it feels like, no matter how difficult the situation.

I always try not to abandon my duty of the 5th time and the pendulum of every ba'da maghrib and dawn.

Even when facing the Creator, my mind sometimes wavers.

But I always try to be clean.

I realized, in the past, I was just His sinful servant.

And I'm not hypocritical to say that I'm covered in sin. The sin of lying exists, the sin of adultery must exist, the sin of killing none (man, and hopefully never will), and the sin of other sins

But since 3 years ago, I have always tried to obey Him. And trying to fix myself.

Sometimes I think too. Pray in time, teach Insha Allah I do not leave.

But why can still escape something that is not expected.

Hmmm so remember, there is a story I heard from the parents. That our Prophet SAW was still able to penetrate magic. Though he thought he was the most feared servant.

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The more days I feel about her the more uncontrollable I become.

I started planning a meeting with him. Once the oar two three islands are exceeded. So by the time I went to the county for having business in the office,

I called him to ask to see him soon.

My desire to meet and be with him is huge. Even I lost the desire for my own legitimate partner.

Sometimes I worry and doubt.

In the middle of the journey when I wanted to meet him, my mind was getting messed up.

Between an uncontrollable strong desire to meet him immediately, and a strong desire to avoid meeting him anyway.

"Oh my God, I would love to meet him. I wanted it so badly, I knew, that what I had in mind was a sin. But I felt like I could not resist, O God, "I grieved in my heart along the way.

"Oh God, why did you make me miss him? while the longing for my husband is gone? " we lament in prayer on the way.

"Oh Allah, I am unable to resist my ardent desires. If I meet him, YOU know Him better than I do" I groaned between tears.

I walked along the road in the area we first met. Expect to meet him.

"Well, that car! " snakes in the heart.

I'll grab my cell phone right away, and I'll try to call him right away.

"Hallo, "the answer

"Where? " continue again

"In front of your office" I answered briefly.

"Wait there, I want to go" he replied again.

Aah, want to know how my heart feels?

Oh God, it feels like the first person to know love.

Thumping, dah dig dug that's what it feels like.

The cold heat of my body, nervous and moreover,, I need it. I feel like a lonely woman. Even though I have a husband. But my passion for my husband just disappeared, when I first met Rey.

I saw him come out of the skyscraper where he works.

He seemed to be knocked out of the door of the office.

I saw him trembling, trembling for what, I don't know.

"Oh my God, why did YOU find me with him? " we lament in our hearts.

I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. The weight of this foot stepped leaving her.

The slight tension in my head diminished after seeing her. Does my headache just want to see it? my mind asked.

Soon he was heading towards his car, and I followed him from behind.

Get in the car and then sit next to the steering wheel.

We also walked by driving his car. Along the way we were just silent.

It feels like the heart is about to jump and come out of its cage in the chest. I'm nervous, I guess, and I'm lyricizing him. He seemed more agitated than I thought.

Grab my hand on the right. He also grasped my hand, and at the pull of it my hand was then attached to his chest. Seemed to feel once, it turned out that his heart beat was firmer than I thought.

Stupidly, why did I just keep letting her. I know, it's a sin.

I just complain in my heart.

Why did YOU let me meet him, O God, my inner being

"Do YOU just want to test me? " send me again in my heart.

"Don't let me stay with him for long here, O God, I'm afraid I'm getting less and less able to control myself" I whispered.

There's nothing we're talking about. Each one was immersed in the mind-space that filled all directions.

Pulling my head to get closer to his head. Oh, again, why am I keeping quiet. He looked at me so deeply, deeply. So that I want to dissolve and be lulled with him in it.

I wanted to touch it, but all that desire I could endure.

He also seems to be unable to stand it. With trembling, the touch of my lips. Then she started to bring her lips closer to me.

However, as much as possible I tried to hold her body so as not to approach me.

From a distance faintly heard the voice of the Ashar Adhan.

Alhamdulillah, O God, You have granted my request, my heart.