TRUE LOVE For MAYA
SINCERITY
Unable to wait long and be outside, Lingga decided to barge into where the team of Doctors were working, trying his way. The phallus immediately approached and held both sides of Maya's shoulders with Doctor Hansel who gave room to the Linga. As the Doctor he was well aware, he understood the current psychic Linga.
"May, wake up May.. Jang joking! Brother doesn't like it, May.." Linga wiggles Maya's shoulders.
"Relax, Honey.. Brother please, don't go.. Brother won't let you May.. Brother's not satisfied enough to make you happy, May.. There are still many promises that have not been kept. The palace that Abang built has not been shown. You haven't been looking, May.."
"Are you not sorry for your brother, May?"
"Pity us, Mau.."
"Look at Umi May, Look at Maka and Mada.. Who doesn't stop crying waiting for you to wake up. So did Mother, Papa, Dina, they asked you to wake up, May. We were all waiting, May.." With the Lingga tearful speech out loud, he continued to shake Maya's shoulders even though the Doctors tried to calm her down and asked to stop the action.
The newly arrived Mother Rossa with Sutan Cjokro, Hadid and Lena, immediately entered the room, she would calm her chaotic son at this time. The man was hysterical to find Maya's condition decreased and stopped the heartbeat.
"Bang.. Don't be like this, Bang.. Poor Maya, Bang." Mother Rossa tried to pull the phallus and keep her hand away from Maya's shoulder.. "Stop the Bang, Mother please.."
"Istiqhfar Bang..." Mother Rossa reminded.
"Why did Maya, not keep her promise Bun? Maya has promised her brother, Maya promised to accompany Brother until we age Bun.. Maya promised not to leave brother, Bun.." Linga spoke while clutching Maya's body, Linga began to weaken and speak slowly.
"Tell Maya Bun, please Bun.. Tell him he can't lie. He must keep his promise Bun. Don't let your brother hate him if he reneges on his promise." The phallus plunged his face into the recess of Maya's neck.
The team of doctors could not do much. Anyone who was in the area of the environment was crying to see how the fall of the Linga.
"Ikhlas Bang." said Mother Rossa
"Ikhlaskan Umi's daughter, Bang." said Umi Wanda.
"Strong, Bang.. Don't weak.. Pity Maya." said Cjokro. "Would've done it.."
Linga is reminded of a verse about keihklasan.. about letting go.
...Watered between the thorns of the world....
...I'm not the one I used to be, walking half a breath without knowing where to go. I'm just a word about who and what? Who is the heart and soul that will return? what is this heart and soul? Asa who seemed to be crushed was injured by a thousand thorns that did not know where. Cavities that continue to gap and weird to return bright and bright....
...Lirih. Is firm as a rock in the middle of the ocean that never complains to him will sweep the waves. Who in fact never said sorry to DIA, Sng Robbi. For the rock knows, the waves are smashed against the Will of HIM, the Most Perfect....
...And it was this weaning that made me know how strong the reef was, enduring the lowliness that only HE, the Divine Robbi, had....
...Wiry again darted between the points of sense. Leave a trail to convince me of what I am. Taken step by step unravel the rocky path, strapping without hesitation, as if knowing if it was only HE where to return...
...Sharp without false ink, as if aware that it is DIA, Robb the Creator of the Earth....
...Ogre is not just a sign, not just an incarnate whisper, but that is the unraveling cry of a sincerity...
...Clarity is not to be indulged and felt, it is humility and soul in the Maha...
...High. Where every shadow of the world is a thorn to touch the fruit of sincerity. Why is it said to lirih keikhlasan? That's the ringing…....
...Watered because the warm touch washed the heart and soul. Ogreih because his pulse is regularly rhythmic in the heart and soul. Overturned because no rowdy between the turmoil of the soul and the heart of man....
...Such is sincerity, blaring under the realm of chaos, creating a real silence of the light of his Cinyanya, Allah’azza wa Jalla...
...Prayer is the heart of worship, and submission is the sacred power of sincerity. Truly all the world is like a rusty thorn that extends to the limit of no man. A speck of anger will strike down into the recesses of the soul, destroying the obedience of the heart to the Creator. And that's when a holy heart is tempted by the subtle trickery of the thorns of the world....
...Return to the prayer stanza that bounces for a sincerity in the ink of privilege and shone by the light of faith, etched, the spark of pride will be extinguished by the rumbling of the rhythm of the prayer temple word for word which is overflowing by the humility of the soul and real sincerity....
...The real and holy are only overflowing with it, the Wise One....
...The world is not an abyss for man to return to purity nor is it a trivial thing to clash with unreal desires. The world should unfold like a farm of life, the world should be painted as a treasure map to its direction. ...
...Even though the thorns are scattered, but that is not the value of wisdom, it is not the end point of a struggle, nor is it a goal that in the end, this holy spirit fell helpless. What a fool this soul, falling into the sea of thorns of the world in order to reach the destination point of hiding in the deceitful words without knowing where the direction of the heart goes. That is not true sincerity because sincerity and sincerity are lanterns to step on each side of the world....
...What is the meaning of the thorn of the world, if the sharpness does not feel pain by humans, even in fact they are proud to wallow and dive in it that is, that's a human who is accustomed to running around chasing inevitability, that is a man who is accustomed to hiding between the sharp spines of the world and that is a man who is accustomed to regard himself with his arrogance....
...If you ask why does God keep giving him laughter and thirst-quenching? Why does God keep pouring the water of life on his soul?...
...That is to the Most Perfect of Allah, that is to the Most Wisdom of Allah, but that is also to the Most Wrath of Allah. Will this soul and heart return to him, with piety and humility or continue to be dissolved and dissolved in the splendor of the world that is not left, and that remains the Eminence of the Secrecy of God in every Arrangement....
...You know, man…...
...All the glory of the world God created with spattered thorns. All the inevitability of God's world comes together with the point of oblivion. All the pleasures of God's world are juxtaposed with the cavities of negligence....
...Do you know, if it is the value of a jihad and a struggle towards it. If it is the high price of the heart and soul that is sincerely bowed to him....
...And Allah bestows upon the Most Secrecy among the thorns of the real world until man falls helplessly back to the Holy One, Allah ‘Azza Wa Jalla- ...
...Safa Pens...
Tiiiiiii……................
The monitor sounds again….
Along with the flow of tears that came out of the corner of Maya's eyes that dripped on the cheeks of the Linga…
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