TOAST
* Slice 87, First meeting
Qeena sat by the kitchen window, looking at the green expanse of plants that was only one house away from where she was sitting right now.
Today two more incidents have happened to women, adding to his row of worries about men.
"Why should women be the object of suffering? is it because it is considered a weak creature so it can be as good as the heart to be oppressed? Why does it all start with love that ends in a dream? Why can women be as patient as it is to accept the suffering of love with frills for the sake of children or the good name of the family? men are creatures to be avoided" Qeena asked herself.
As Qeena again open-ended medsosnya, there is a caption: When love only makes a wound, gives a trauma. When love feels a knock, I will erase love.
"Wow .. kanya is similar to what is again a material of thought, mumpung no share link video try to open ah.." said Qeena while pressing the share link.
# Love is an endless thing to talk about, it can be said if everyone feels happy living with the person he loves. Love is one of the most beautiful gifts given by God to His creation. Love is a beautiful thing but not for every human being. This time it was a little about Philophobia. Philophobia is a mental illness in people who are afraid to fall in love and be loved. They may or may have felt love, but the difference is that they will avoid anything reasonable about love. Human nature certainly all want to feel love, but the excessive fear of love makes it difficult for them to build a relationship. A Philophobia has a reason why they are afraid to love and even be loved, it could be due to experiencing childhood trauma, broken home family, sexual violence, breakups, fear of being disappointed or disappointing a partner. A Philophobia sees the past (self or the experiences of the closest people) so that worrying about him in the future will experience the same thing. This worry eventually becomes excessive fear. A Philophobia has the wrong mindset about love. They only look at the negative side that makes them afraid to fall in love. Because love will only give hurt, trauma and sadness even some of them think love is a stupid thing. Open your heart, it will take time to think. Accepting or rejecting someone's love is your right, but it never hurts to learn to open your heart to someone. Do not dwell on the past, because life must be able to open a new page. In a relationship will definitely experience ups and downs, but if faced together all will be fine. And remember also, what happened to you in the past, not necessarily going to happen in the future, because with the past we learn#.
"Teoritis really isn't it?" qeena.
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Dafi today went with his friend to attend the wedding of his lover's brother. At first Dafi refused, but because his friend could not drive the car, he became the one who drove. This friend of his plans to pick up his girlfriend's parents as well, so go together.
Frenetic party even makes Dafi uncomfortable. Eventually he even quit the event and covered a traditional stall. It was just the intention to drink juice or the like while snacking on a little, but fragrant fragrant soto very tempting.
Soto is a typical Indonesian culinary, this soupy cuisine has always been a favorite for Dafi. Soto also enjoyed in the summer and rain. There are distinctive features in each area, both with clear sauce and coconut milk sauce.
For in this Full River area there is soto semurup which is a soto pride of residents in Kerinci. Named soto semurup because this soto began to exist in Semurup Market, District of Warm Water, Kerinci.
Soto sauce Scented semurup spices with clear sauce without coconut milk. The stuffing material is almost similar to other soto, such as white noodles/soun, celery leaves, fried onions, potato paste, tender and crunchy meat. Characteristic in meat that is formed like jerky first, if in other areas usually the meat is only boiled as soto filling.
Dafi ordered without rice, because he was curious about the type of sotoya, after all he was not hungry, enough a bowl of soto to prop his stomach.
"This is Mas Dafi?" ask a father who just entered the soto stall.
"Yes .. Sorry whose father? I don't know" replied Dafi.
"I used to work with Mr. Dzul, so his office driver, but now I have joined the Head of Branch Office here. I've been home a few times, I've seen Mas Dafi too. But I memorized Mas Dafi's face because you often show photos of Mas. How proud he is with a series of achievements that Mas torekan" replied the Father.
"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe I'm the one who didn't come out a lot, so don't understand who is coming home. Please sit Mr. .. eat soto together" bargain Dafi.
"Good thanks" replied the father.
Tell a story between the two. It is not difficult for Dafi to talk because of his type that is easy to get along with anyone.
"I owe a lot of gratitude to Mr. Dzul, he is very good Mas. My son was born with health problems, he helped me to get treatment, even though my son was only able to survive a month. His encouragement has always been given to me and my wife. The best boss I know. Salam ya Mas .. from Buyung, I support him only if there is an event from the office only. You often bring your own car to the office" said Mr. Buyung.
"Waalaikumsalam .. yes I will say yes Sir .." replied Dafi.
"Why is Mas Dafi here? work or vacation?" ask Mr. Buyung.
"I was placed in the Full River Pak, I happened to be among my famous friends today, just in the building across here, again want to find one that immediately so covered here" explained Dafi.
"Sama dong ya Mas, I also again between my superiors to the condition. My boss is still under the level of Mr. Dzul, know Mr. Dzul as well, still one Department" continued Pak Buyung.
"Dad kaya if in the office hobby chat time yes, everyone who met would say he knew Dad .. hehehe" joked Dafi.
"Pak Dzul is good, just as anyone is different, the person is also wise" continued Pak Buyung.
"Alhamdulillah yes .. People's assessment of my father is good" replied Dafi.
"Room ... Papa nyari everywhere.. His HP is dead too" said a sweet woman standing before him Dafi.
Dafi looked at the woman, both looking embarrassed and looking down.
"Oh yes Mba .. HP's Mr Buyung lobet, already want to go home?" ask Mr. Buyung.
"Yes sir" replied the woman again.
"Excuse me Mas Dafi .. I want to go home" said Mr. Buyung.
"Yes sir .. later I will pay for the sotos" said Dafi.
"Thank you Mas Dafi" said Mr. Buyung.
"Together sir, thank you for the conversation" said Dafi.
The woman will also leave the shop. Apparently when he turned his body, he did not see any waiter who was carrying drinks, Dafi who saw immediately trying to protect the woman became Dafi whose clothes were soaked because of the spillage of sweet iced tea.
"Gapapa Mas .. it's okay" replied Dafi.
The woman immediately picked up the tissue on the dining table and handed it to Dafi.
"I'm sorry, because I became a wet Mas rich gini" said the woman.
"Gapapa.." replied Dafi while wiping his hands with tissue.
"Where is this, Mom?" the woman said she was not feeling good.
"Yes ga how-gimana.. just relax, later also dry really. You're gapapa, aren't you?" ask Dafi back.
"Ya gapapa Mas .. " said the woman is still not feeling good.
"There you go home, said Mr. Buyung already crossed, you will miss" said Dafi.
"Thank you, I protected myself .. My name is Zahwa" Zahwa said, then lowered his head again.
"I'm Dafi .." replied Dafi.
"Mas is also the abis kondangan?" ask Zahwa.
"Yes .. but did not enter, anyways I was not invited, just mengyupirin aja" explained Dafi.
"Do you want to cross it?" tawang Zahwa's.
"May" said Dafi.
While crossing the street, Zahwa's parents saw his daughter with a man.
"Who is Mom?" ask Zahwa's father.
"Never seen" replied Zahwa's mother.
Zahwa approached his parents waiting in the lobby of the building to wait for the car queue.
"This who is Zahwa?" look at Zahwa's father.
"This is Mas Dafi, Zahwa in the shop. If there is no Mas Dafi must have been wet clothes, look at Mas Dafi even the wet" explained Zahwa.
Dafi kissed the hand of his Father Zahwa and threw a smile at his mother Zahwa.
His friend Dafi called and they were about to leave the building. Dafi wants to go to the parking lot.
After Dafi left, Mr. Buyung came.
"Pak Buyung is waiting for him at the soto stall, is it good for his soto?" ask Zahwa on the way home.
"Enak Mba . yeah rather than waiting in the parking lot ya mending waiting in the stall. Many drivers are waiting there" replied Mr. Buyung.
"I forgot to give you pocket money .. sorry .." said Zahwa's mother.
"Father Ma'am . My windfall today is good again. Paid for the same guy. So no money out .. hehehe" said Mr. Buyung.
"Whose man was also the driver sir?" ask Zahwa kepo.
"Who's wearing blue batik?" ask Mr. Buyung back.
"Yes .." said Zahwa.
"That mah is not my rich driver .. his son Mr. Dzul ... Your father knows Mr. Dzul" said Mr. Buyung.
"Pak Dzul which is .. many Dzul that we know" replied his Father Zahwa.
"Pak Dzul central Pak .. his superior Mr. used to fit in Jabodetabek Area" explained Pak Buyung.
"Oh... Mr. Dzul anyway.. Why is his son here? Mr. Dzuln in Jakarta, right?" ask Zahwa's father.
"Yes ... Mr. Dzul in Jakarta, his son became a state servant as well as Mr. Sir, would graduate from a statistics school. Now it is placed in Sungai Penuh" replied Mr. Buyung.