Nurvati
Episode 150: Against the Desperate World.
Time rotates in reality now, as Nurvati's wild mind continues to constrict her as if she never made it out of her despair. It must be admitted, if this reality requires Nurvati to be perfect.
There still sat on the wet ground, silent in the deepest contemplation. Somehow this is like a dream, it is easy to appear and easily disappear.
Disappointment actually began to constrict him when he remembered that the Angel Abriel was reluctant to show her transcendent self, and instead led Nurvati's wild mind to study with the Chairman of Hamenka.
I don't know what he saw the day of destruction for. I do not know Nurvati does not know what to do, because for now many questions are still unanswered.
His fist tightened along with his hematization. Unable to fight the world and for anything against the world.
And every moment that was formed led his wild thoughts to Chairman Hamenka. The dilemma is also if you have to study the man who had prevented him to uphold justice.
Plus Nurvati was a murderer, so Chief Hamenka might have been more pleased that Nurvati was put to death rather than studying for her.
All of today's events were truly bizarre, leaving Nurvati trapped by a great dilemma and confusion.
“Ngok .. ngok ..” The white swan came to the right side of Nurvati, who knew what to do, but she stood there instead.
“Haah ... what I live for .. I am sure, I have become a fugitive of the country ...,” Nurvati lamented with a lethargic bow and surrender.
Until his head turned to the right looking strange goose, while asking, “Since when was there a goose bird here?”
Whether the goose understood or not Nurvati's language, but the goose stared at Nurvati's glowing face. And it's kind of ridiculous when they realize that they're actually yanking each other.
“Ngok ..”
Buy Nurvati's view thanks to the voice, the rest of Nurvati even thought of by memories with Falas. Making it dissolved in past memories.
Still quite dense shadows of Falas' beautiful self, such as his casual smile, or his crisp voice.
He who is caught up in the feelings of the past, is gradually swept away in peace accompanied by time passes, sinking his feelings in the hope of wanting to be treated by his despairing wounds, hoping that by dissolving in those memories he was healed.
When the heightened feelings are treated, it is as if the memories and visuals of the past present strength, or bring the heart to the zenith. It is precisely there that reality jolts his soul, like watering wounds with beautiful spiritual do'a-do'a, as if giving answers to the most difficult questions. The realization that Falas left him is inevitable, the consciousness that rests on reality, when everyone else wants justice equally, is, when the reality of this world also spurs individuals to live in belief and is formed by doctrines and mindsets, or like this stage of reality which is always filled by individuals who desire to be in power in the reasons of upholding the truth.
And second by second that took moment by moment, began to arouse the soul Nurvati as if to divert it to be able to heal his own wounds. Because no one can cure it!
Time will continue to work and reality will be inevitable, nothing can cure him but his personal self, he said, the despair that constrains him triggers his mind really must be able to get out of all the ridiculous problems in this world.
And the wounds that were in his heart contracted and revolted, or as his own feelings were about to destroy it, and it is now beginning to be resisted.
“I'm a free woman!”
“I'm a free woman!”
“Why do I have to follow the formality of this world bastard?”
Reality is inevitable, it should be, yes, Nurvati should be able to conquer herself, move not to be trampled by this world of bastards.
Nothing can cure it, precisely when realized by the tribe of Nurvati, is the fact that hope, dreams, dreams, and, and desire is just another name for weakness and weakness that will only trigger disappointment and then disappointment arouses despair which then leads to death or revenge. Her thought.
Then again and again each moment shows the existence of the truth of reality. Nurvati began to feel the point of enlightenment.
The facts on the ground have broken all the doctrines and doctrines of this world, spurring his mind and heart centered on his life. The hopes, ambitions, ideals, beliefs, desires of all those fucker excuses, never run out and will continue to spark war, he said, which then triggers a war of hatred and hatred triggers a grudge that then dwells again on hostility and continues on the reasons of the bastard.
Love, or even whatever reasons compel the soul to move forward, never exhausts the false excuses of the world. Exaggeration is indeed, but such is the fact that Nurvati saw.
There is no point in achieving a dream that melts breadfruit, there is no point in hanging hope on someone whose death ends, there is no point in following the false formality of world teachings whose end is the buying and selling of nirvana. Because really everything is formed by beliefs and mindsets. Yes, Nurvati is beginning to be enlightened!
Because the edges will die too, and the Supreme Individualist will always win.
Time is apathetic, reality is so, that nothing else is worth lamenting. All of this starts spinning to become mental strength.
Yes, she was enlightened by her own musings and thoughts —not— the woman was enlightened by reality!
“My life has been meaningful ... so there is no need for ideals .. true also ... I forgot .. what I should have achieved is my identity .. who I am ... why am I not a race of Elves living in this realm?” his murmurs were aimed at his late parents and himself, or if need be aimed at this world of bastards!
So reality began to spur on the woman's soul, awakening her surly death, melting her frozen heart, showing her wild thoughts, which slowly grew her soul, then stirred Nurvati's radiant face up, faced with the reality that he was about to lunge himself, as if the second hope, he created himself. Or in other words, the second life is shaped by itself.
Right, Nurvati triggered that second life and opportunity and no one helped her except this reality!
The bright highlight of the baskara has implied Nurvati's new self, her new soul and spirit, awake for now turns out to be beneficial.
With time synergized in reality all this time, long-haired woman; Nurvati. He reached the point of enlightenment of life. The rest is, love will be forgotten and only self will understand itself.
As reality and life stir Nurvati to know her true identity, she slowly begins to rise from her seat, standing up to keep her eyes on this natural reality.
The woman who was whipped by reality and enlightened by that reality, now triggered her soul to reveal her identity.
So without hesitation, unwilling to waste much time, he formed a teleportation door with his green energy.
He had to study with Chairman Hamenka and for a moment put aside his problems with the state or his feud with Hamenka. Or ask the truth of the Angel Abriel who looked, fearing it was not an Angel.
Only, along with Nurvati's right hand that grasped the handle of the teleportation door, the white goose even suddenly dyed his feet, whose reflex face Nurvati looked at the goose.
“Heh ... what ...?” hernia.
But only the 'nok' sound echoed from the goose's throat. As implied that the goose was about to follow Nurvati.
And because he did not mind also Nurvati followed by the strange goose, then after Nurvati cleansed her body with her Light science. He opened the teleportation door, then Nurvati went with the white goose to Chairman Hamenka, went together to study with Hamenka.