Writing a Story on Earth
CHAPTER 26

The angel who always makes me smile

It was full of thorns that made wounds in the heart

My heart hurts but it doesn't bleed until it breaks into pieces

Sometimes hope pierces lies Tired hearts to wail

Vegetation in the heart

Leaving memories that will be stored forever in memory.

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Resign to the divine the word weary and yield, unappreciated struggle, incomprehensible faithfulness. Your love is covered in mist, a mist full of sorrow, bloody sorrow, blood in every sorrow that is inflicted in the name of love. Love is only limited to mere words and falsehood of the angel who is unable to be faithful. Who cannot hold the word faithful. For his future.

Like an apology that cannot make you happy when your heart is broken by a wound.

Maybe an apology doesn't make me happy. When I know all about you. When opium and longing want to unite. But what I got was just a heart-wrenching wound.

I walked into your house because I missed you. But my steps stopped and pulled over. In the abyss of no-man's longing anymore.

I stopped walking when I saw you. With him. He's the one you know. He who once filled your heart, before I stopped and took a place in your heart..

Then what do I mean to you?

You just cut a heart-wrenching wound. The sacred love I give. Never come back again. Because in my heart love is dead.

Inspiration ...Relieved...Forget that..

My love has vanished down the road.

The grieving story pierces the deepest recesses of the soul, making wounds bloodless but difficult to heal.

Love that is never appreciated, the sincerity of a man who becomes the outlet of love.

a woman who has no conscience, only toying with the feelings of a man who loves her.

I thought you were an angel sent by God to me, it turns out you are a Poison that breaks the heart of a man who expects happiness, it turns out that I love the figure of Poison who deceives and plays with his feelings.

I consider you honey that gives me sweetness and happiness in my life, every strand of word for word that comes out of your mouth makes me happy and smile.

Make my life spirit, make my days colorful and shining, you are my inspiration my life.

You've always given me color in my life, loved me, but it's pseudo. Loving me with pseudo-fakes only make you happy.. What I got was a heart-wrenching wound, it felt like this life was going to end this moment.

Lost my spirit.

Lost all my laughter smiles.

As if you were the darkness that swallowed my light, extinguishing the light of my life.

You are the lightning that strikes in the rain that destroys this body.

You are the sadness that swallows my happiness,

Can I cry?

Can I lose hope?

Can I despair?

Can I drown in darkness?

The darkness that blinded my heart and mind made me forget my god and led me to the path of error that led me to hell..

Sometimes bad people are born of good people is that true??

To be a wicked man who hates Allah subhanahuataala.

God, my mind is not right.

Already nyampe to hell.demons .demons.

Your whispers flutter in my ears.

Makes me drown.

Kok nangis bawl. That bloodless wound hurts so much, my mind is so rich. Non-rarguable.

My head hurts, right?

All that is above my dirty thoughts. Basic sosoan so the motivation, can-can say to others, must be patient, because patience part of the faith, thinking must be positive, the way we must always positive view.

You strange human...

Maybe starting out is so easy. Ending is so hard. Similarly, in writing, it takes patience, not speed, then we will be able to write until the end of the story. With pride.

Whether the story is good or bad, we should be proud of what we write on earth.

The most important thing is to keep our faith in Allah subhanahuataala.

God knows what is best for his servant.

God knows what we need, not what we want.

Tonight is not like last night, so many stars in the sky are beautifying this dark night, but not as pretty as last night when you laughed jokingly with me.

Sunday night wasn't as good as last night. A man climbed on top of his roof.

Then the figure of the man sat speechless with a cigarette smoked to calm his troubled mind.

Behind his house was a dead forest, many softlings and demons were swaying, the figure of the man was just indifferent and continued to stare at the night sky.

Although there are many sounds of birds that make people hear it will be frightened. But for the figure of the man was just silent looking at the dark night sky, as if enjoying the sound, as if he had been accustomed to meeting things that smelled magical.

Suddenly an angel told him to come down, to the figure of the man he loved from the top of the roof of his house, because the night was getting gripping making the angel frightened.

The figure of the man came down from the top of the roof of his house, because he did not want to make his bidadari sad.

Finally the figure of the man and the figure of the angel returned to the house.

The figure of the angel invited his man to the room to sleep.

”Sayang” says angel.

”Iya my dear” reply the man.

“Darling I can ask for something gak” said the angel.

“Of course, dear, what do you want” said the figure of the man as he stared at the angel.

Suddenly the figure of the angel hugged the man's body until he fell on the bed. Eventually the two of them slept together until the night vanished into the morning.

If the sincerity of my heart is a crown to you, make your smile the throne for me.

If the heart is a palace, then make love as a throne that gives color in this life.

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