
You will not find happiness if you continue to demand perfection. Be grateful for what you have, then there you will find happiness.
You will not find happiness if you continue to demand perfection. Thank you for what you have, and there you will find happiness.
Aza was still confused by what she had just experienced. He's figuring out what really happened to him.
"What is the shadow of my past? Because there's no way it's a ghost kissing," he said Aza as he laid his body on his king-size bed.
Aza was lying down while hugging her bolster pillow, she was already sleepy but somehow her eyes were hard to shut. He daydreamed about who the person in his memory was.
"Is that me? But, if that's who do I keep that guy?" Aza muttered in her daydream her eyes stared at the ceiling of her room while one of her hands rested on her forehead.
By trying to remember the incident, fortunately his head is not as sick as it used to be if, for example, thinking hard about the pieces of his memory like puzzle games alone will certainly experience a lot of pain and culminate in him lying on the bench of the hospital.
Until he gasped in surprise when the ringtone and vibration of his cellphone rang making him have to end the daydream. He stroked his chest so surprised with his phone that sounded.
Aza immediately woke up from her sleep then crawled a little towards her nightstand to pick up her phone. He checked the HP screen turned out that the name of the caller id is Mother Hamidah.
"Mother!" Aza parroted while glancing towards the clock that was attached to the wall of her room neatly and beautifully.
Aza hurriedly pressed the green button to pick up the phone. He did not want to make Hamidah wait too long. Aza's face beamed happily after finding out who the person who called her was. At first he forgot what had just happened to him.
Aza was sitting cross-legged on her bed, "assalamu alaikum mother."
"Waalaikum pretty greetings, you remember your promise tomorrow afternoon right?" Ask Bu Hamidah who wants to make sure that Aza does not forget his promise to come to his home lunch.
"God willing Az will come to Mother, Aza remembers well not to forget that tomorrow afternoon I will visit Mother's house to attend lunch," he said with a smile behind the phone as if Bu Hamidah saw his smile.
"Thankful Thank God, Mother is very happy to hear that so son, even mother is very grateful because you clearly remember your promise," he said his mother leaned her back and leaned on the back of her bed.
"What mother can Aza ask something to your mother?" Aza asked hopefully Aza's mother can help him.
"Tell me dear, if you can definitely answer and do whatever it is" said Bu Hamidah.
Aza began to explain at length what she felt in her mind and heart in recent days. Ms. Hamidah smiled happily because she finally knew for sure and clearly according to what her son said earlier this afternoon about Azalina whose amnesia had lost her memory.
"Oh Allah, he does not remember my handsome son's full face more than Lee Min-ho and Chi Chan Wook's looks" said Bu Hamidah, who smiled with happiness.
"If according to mother, who is that man whose voice is always ringing in my mind?" Ask Aza who close her legs folds on a bed sheet with a very beautiful edelweiss flower pattern.
"Hemmm, he seems to be your husband" replied Ms. Hamidah.
"Suami," Aza's parrot.
"Is this man named King written in my ring true to my husband? It is also impossible for me to make a ring that only writes the origin of the name of the person just like that, or if he is my fiancee in the village said Papa I was born, grew up and lived in a village before settling in the Capital of Jakarta?" Aza thought about the many possibilities that could happen.
Aza looked closely at the ring that was on the finger of his left hand.
"Aza, are you okay, son?" Ask Bu Hamidah who no longer heard the voice of Aza from behind his phone who was still loyal to be near his ear.
"Eeehh, I am fine Bun, thank you very much for the input and explanation Bun, insya Allah tomorrow Aza will come to his mother's house before Dzuhur, I want to pray together with Mother, I want to pray together, can't you?" Ask Aza who hopes that what she wants is granted by her mother.
I don't know why Azzahra wanted to do that when it never crossed his mind before.
"Oh Allah.If the ever-present man overshadows my life is my husband I ask him to come close to me and unite us in marriage as before," hopefully Aza with her gaze fixed on the wall of her room which is a witness to her confusion.
"Mother hang up first phone well, I wait for you at Mother's house before 12 noon well, because mother will cook a lot of your favorite food," said Bu Hamidah before hanging up the phone.
"Assalamualaikum Bun," said a greeting from Aza and his cellphone screen died again after Bu Hamidah closed and turned off his phone connection.
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