The Tarnished Holy
Threnody..

White clouds filled the horizon, indicating that the sky was not at present friendly to the world .It was that since leaving earlier Umi Dian hesitated to give permission to her two daughters. He is too worried , especially when the state of Nafisah like this.

But in the end they both can be free .It had been half an hour since Nafisah was sitting in the garden chair, while Zehra had chosen to monitor her brother from a distance. Playing his guitar, deliberately gave the brother a chance to himself.

Drizzle down , slowly creeping on his face , bringing pieces of memory to re-give wounds. He tried to run, but in the end the pain would come back, squeezing the heart as soon as the memory list of the night came along.

"It's raining, we're coming home !!" The voice of the sister is like the wind then, let it evaporate in the air.His view is empty, then the clear circle will be created once the bitter memories come crashing back present to choke her.

He was busy in his world, while others were running around, trying to protect themselves from every drop of rain. Not wanting to move, even for a moment . He was too cool to drown in the sense that even a second item was never absent to leave him.

His body shook slowly in the embrace of the rainwater, as pain came rushing over, ravaging every defensive pole . He wants to die, just die !

He hated to notice the world that came with the worries on their faces. He wanted to be like this, no one asked, no one interrogated him because it would only remind him of his return, adding to the pain that came incessantly .

"In fact the world will still walk, without looking back, without waiting for the fall .He'll keep going, without looking and come back to fix the past !" Zehra's voice, almost overpowering the sound of the rain that fluttered them. Somehow since when , the tomboyish girl had been sitting next to her older sister.

A silent breath, still with a cry carried by the rain."He said, how much of a test God has given us 'then so much is the love of God for his servant!" Zehra added , taking a piece of wisdom that she had remembered from her older sister long ago, when she was forced to follow a study.

"The worst and lamenting of what has become God's ordinance is not good .And faith, his words can be measured by how roomy a servant receives his ordinance!"

Nafisah's body shook again, hearing the words of the sister he had once said . Shame, of course he would be very embarrassed because he had said , without knowing what it was like . If he knew it felt like this 'then he'd be silent .Choosing, not the pretentious as before.

"Worry if the test never stops in our lives, because maybe it is not a God's affection, but an termidraj" he added sound wise . It's been a long time, that urakan girl is talking normally !.

The girl in the hat with a shoulder-length haircut seemed to reach for her guitar which from then on she clamped between her legs . By not knowing himself, he put one foot on his other foot .Just one quote, but it stopped when the voice of the brother entered his hearing .

"Sister does not mean all that brother experienced was calamity, but rather the wrath of God to brother !" Say it with an empty view . Her tears stopped for a moment, then came back dripping once the pieces of pain came back to say hello.

Zehra looked at her sister, then back down one leg like all .

"From which brother can deduce such a thing !"

"From the stain on my sister's life. For some reason God today always reminds us that brother is despicable, that brother is filthy, that there is nothing to be proud of in the life of brother Zehra.. that big brother is not as noble as what others see about big brother !" He said he was close to shouting because he was holding back an emotion that he hoped to release.

"Why do you think like that ? Wouldn't no one be spared from sin if God wanted that person to fall into sin ? Indeed, where lies 'La Haula walaa quwwata 'What do you often say 'is not we not able to do good for God's intervention ? Didn't God's brother say it was good ? "Emotion Zehra with a shouting voice, of course to resuscitate the brother who had dissolved in adversity.

Stunned breath, so deeply the sister understood something that she had said. His eyes were closed, trying to make peace, but then he was again crushed with pain so invisible palpation came, blotting out the pain he never forgot.

"Generic ... We're going home !" His speech then rose up, leaving the younger brother still stunned in his place.

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