<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633</id><updated>2026-09-13T11:25:21.258-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="Quotes"/><category term="Privacy Policy"/><category term="Term Of Use"/><category term="sitemap"/><title type='text'>Romantice of Love</title><subtitle type='html'>All About Life,Frienship,Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-3771738476309956953</id><published>2023-12-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2023-12-18T19:04:06.558-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>love strunggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu6qpWor46GaloK2yaNCeWQo7sjEBgmhzNjNsxwgSgYQZRi81goTGtoStVbcwdF0k8AlMCi2XBgpOFO9dTM3QibwsQAgHlgURMBF3LPG9BHplF8QOA-SJSHkzXdpJ7TPOCaotTh_bJN19KrcIkrvGvEXCJCvCl05aE4Wi32-6fuVMdcX2WUobKKvBtQI/s720/FB_IMG_1702345183307.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;540&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu6qpWor46GaloK2yaNCeWQo7sjEBgmhzNjNsxwgSgYQZRi81goTGtoStVbcwdF0k8AlMCi2XBgpOFO9dTM3QibwsQAgHlgURMBF3LPG9BHplF8QOA-SJSHkzXdpJ7TPOCaotTh_bJN19KrcIkrvGvEXCJCvCl05aE4Wi32-6fuVMdcX2WUobKKvBtQI/s320/FB_IMG_1702345183307.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;That afternoon, when it was raining heavily and the weather was very cold, I was sitting on the terrace of the house watching the rain, suddenly I heard the sound of people talking, but where did the sound come from, I tried to find the source of the sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why don&#39;t we just leave our children with mothers, no my children will stay with me no matter what happens the children are our responsibility. I feel guilty if I have to burden my parents with children, which should be part of our responsibility. It&#39;s fine if that&#39;s what you want, my husband, and you&#39;ve allowed me to pursue my career, because of my parents, actually I&#39;m not allowed to work for my husband, and my husband hopes that I become a wife who stays at home looking after my children, because my husband believes I&#39;m capable of doing it. both, and we do all of that to make our parents happy because of our parents&#39; dreams. and I walked, and every Sunday afternoon my husband and I found it hard because on Sunday I had to go back to work, and leave my husband and children, my little one always whined and cried when the time for me to go back to work had arrived... it was really heartbreaking. Which mother is not sad and broken seeing her child crying every week who has to stay for 5 days, and only gathers for 2 days and it&#39;s like that, but my husband always gives me encouragement, remember we do all this for the sake of our loved ones. My sister had to go back to the cottage, and she was only at home one night, our struggle was truly extraordinary, but my husband always reminded us that we have to go through this so that we can all enter Allah SWT&#39;s heaven. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw how they lived side by side and were enthusiastic together, it was truly extraordinary for them to be able to live together with enthusiasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3771738476309956953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2023/12/love-strunggle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3771738476309956953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3771738476309956953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2023/12/love-strunggle.html' title='love strunggle'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu6qpWor46GaloK2yaNCeWQo7sjEBgmhzNjNsxwgSgYQZRi81goTGtoStVbcwdF0k8AlMCi2XBgpOFO9dTM3QibwsQAgHlgURMBF3LPG9BHplF8QOA-SJSHkzXdpJ7TPOCaotTh_bJN19KrcIkrvGvEXCJCvCl05aE4Wi32-6fuVMdcX2WUobKKvBtQI/s72-c/FB_IMG_1702345183307.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-1476382178445595431</id><published>2023-12-17T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2023-12-17T21:55:39.374-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>BROTHER LOVE </title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxmwsjgSthZDTavZm9a8OqrZLGSUWVB1QSfBAT8Cfnw0pXRVRiD0Fgw6cLDIZKxCwKAjA_VlDg7ODoHTh9EkKSotAUNzqCXWe_mVY-HOoxfuM9lE_axpba89urq3ln8CjNcD7IgAuaNr5roO3caCSCY2Y2tyY7-CXlsOPZ-GHRxoEH0GIuhvapBi8-no/s3264/IMG_20231212_100556.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3264&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1472&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxmwsjgSthZDTavZm9a8OqrZLGSUWVB1QSfBAT8Cfnw0pXRVRiD0Fgw6cLDIZKxCwKAjA_VlDg7ODoHTh9EkKSotAUNzqCXWe_mVY-HOoxfuM9lE_axpba89urq3ln8CjNcD7IgAuaNr5roO3caCSCY2Y2tyY7-CXlsOPZ-GHRxoEH0GIuhvapBi8-no/s320/IMG_20231212_100556.jpg&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tired..how long do I have to be like this, I&#39;m very tired, I survive among people with different characters, who are very different from the environment around me, often we adapt, but this is very difficult, well because of religious differences , in my new place I have many friends of different religions, most of my friends in this new place are non-Muslim, there are some friends who can respect this difference, but there are also those who are not used to my behavior. But don&#39;t think anything wrong if our friends are all united and share each other. So this is where the misunderstanding starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;One day at my workplace I often brought supplies and food to eat together, I often overdid my food, because it was supposed to be eaten together and together, several times and often like that, but other times they (non-Muslims) )who brought food, and I&#39;m sorry I didn&#39;t join them because I couldn&#39;t eat their food, because in my religion, it teaches not to eat carelessly, it doesn&#39;t mean we don&#39;t eat, but if you have ever cooked, I&#39;m sorry pork is in the cooking place you or your pot, we can&#39;t eat it. Because that is the rule that our religion teaches, and at that time, I was confused about how to explain it, because they were new friends and there were still many who didn&#39;t know about the rules of our religion, and at At that time they kept offering me, I just said I was still full, but they kept pushing and forcing me, and I slowly got away from them a little while the meal was going on, OK, that&#39;s over, and there&#39;s more at another time. It was different when a friend offered me deer meat, I was shocked, and still doubtful, I wanted to refuse not to buy, but how do I do it, so in the end I reasoned that I told my friend to buy it and later I would cook it, and while I found out where the deer meat came from got it, and my friend said that the deer meat was obtained from her husband&#39;s hunting, ok I already knew the answer and in the end I didn&#39;t buy it, lucky me, but my friend apparently didn&#39;t forget that he had bought it and told me to cook it, I could do it too I&#39;ll just cook it but will the problem stop here, OK, in the afternoon before I got home from work, he called me to bring the deer meat, and I took it home and I made it to cook for the leader, I made the meat for the leader, with a word of praise I cooked it, after it was ready I Actually, I&#39;m still thinking about what tomorrow will be like, because tomorrow we will eat together, how to make sure they don&#39;t get offended tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The next day I left with the head and other food so that I could still eat together without having to eat the head of the deer I had hunted, but after I got there when it was time to eat I was surprised by the provisions of other friends, yes they brought pork, and that was it. it shocked me, I was even more confused, indeed they were not the same as my friends in the old place, they already knew the rules in our religion, so they really respected our rules, in this new place it wasn&#39;t that they didn&#39;t respect them but they weren&#39;t used to being with us. and I didn&#39;t know our rules, I felt at that time I was very confused, I remained sitting in my room, I hadn&#39;t moved to the place to eat together, because they brought the pork. there are friends who tell me why you brought this pork here, we want to eat together, but with what they know, it&#39;s okay if he doesn&#39;t eat, but cook you breast milk, show him while another friend reminds him, I only heard from room next door, because the room is next to each other so I heard it, I was even more confused because I didn&#39;t want them to be offended and hurt, because in my religion there is a way to respect each other so that we are not offended and we are also safe from food that is prohibited by religion. we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Finally it was time to eat, they called me, and I just wanted to go home because actually my stomach wasn&#39;t feeling well at that time, and I was allowed to go home for a while, but I thought I would come late because I hoped that when I came back they would have finished eating, but it turned out they were still waiting for me, I was confused and there was a little debate. But in the end I went back and ate together but in a different place and I took my fried noodle dish, because apart from bringing the pentolan which I made capcay, I also made fried noodles which I really wanted. eat at a place where I can eat together later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;So for my friends, they still don&#39;t understand, I&#39;m sorry, apart from pork which is very clear, we Muslim people don&#39;t eat it, there is also meat that you can&#39;t eat, especially if you don&#39;t buy it and don&#39;t say a prayer. and the prayer was emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1476382178445595431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2023/12/brother-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/1476382178445595431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/1476382178445595431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2023/12/brother-love.html' title='BROTHER LOVE '/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxmwsjgSthZDTavZm9a8OqrZLGSUWVB1QSfBAT8Cfnw0pXRVRiD0Fgw6cLDIZKxCwKAjA_VlDg7ODoHTh9EkKSotAUNzqCXWe_mVY-HOoxfuM9lE_axpba89urq3ln8CjNcD7IgAuaNr5roO3caCSCY2Y2tyY7-CXlsOPZ-GHRxoEH0GIuhvapBi8-no/s72-c/IMG_20231212_100556.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-4655423437587222284</id><published>2018-10-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-09T23:59:10.852-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Privacy Policy"/><title type='text'>I NEED YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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I was born there was no one who wanted me, let alone my wife, I was born of 3 brothers, and I was the third child, a child who was expected to come out as a woman, but what they wanted was not achieved, and I came out in the world with men and many because I want girls, so boys are not wanted in their lives, but I am sure that they will love me once and I will prove to my father that boys can only make them difficult and ashamed this will make they are proud, yes someday I will certainly prove it, god ... help me, help me how to make my father and mother proud and love me.&lt;/div&gt;
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1 year 3 times I have to be taken treatment out of town, and they spend a lot of money every year, and fortunately, my parents belong to the category of wealthy families, so that going back and forth out of town is not a problem for them, because they really want seeing me become a child who grows up healthy and normal, sometimes it&#39;s not time for me to control health 3 times, in that one year, I&#39;ve experienced my health problems, so the medicine again and again. That makes my mother even more upset with me, especially my father&lt;/div&gt;
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mother ... forgive me, I don&#39;t want to be born like this but I can&#39;t fight the destiny of the Almighty, the omnipotent creator and the gracious giver. God, whether I am like this, not God, have mercy on my parents. who tried to cure me, I did not want to see them sad and hold shy because of me, even though I knew all this was the best of you god.&lt;/div&gt;
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my mother met a friend, this friend was a friend who was not so good, but my mother&#39;s friend was a person who was so caring and enthusiastic to see my weaknesses, so that my mother was not aware of her complaints to her friend, and my mother&#39;s friend gave me motivation and enthusiasm for my mother to be receptive to accepting my abnormal situation. indeed sometimes we feel that we are not in line, we feel bad, and feel that God is not fair to us ... why does God give trial to us, because actually good in our eyes is not necessarily good in the eyes of God, but bad in our eyes even though it good for god. my best friend ... I&#39;m sure why God gave this to you all, the burden of life is hard for you, but in fact God will not give trial beyond our limits, short story with my mother&#39;s friend.&lt;/div&gt;
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I also felt comfortable close to my mother&#39;s friend, who was so warm I was carrying her, I kissed and loved, I could only shed tears of joy and emotion, because I wished the mother who kissed me, when I got home usually my mother put me in place I slept, and my mother began to work, but at that time after meeting with her friend, my mother was close to me, and gave me time, and I kissed her, I warmed with her hug, and my mother&#39;s tears dripped down my cheeks and while whispering, &#39;&#39; my dear baby forgive my mother, forgive the mother who cannot accept this fact, forgive the mother who always wasted you, forgive the mother who never gave you warmth, I&#39;m sure you don&#39;t want to be born like this, all this the will of the Almighty, forgive my mother, mother will always keep you mother will always protect you,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkbpTzCX23bq8Cybo4Nw1AIN-ffZ6JTTMJxIqyZsI-Qd2opldeORaqtGrYHMt1iYYh89OeSBU-pxhp7pNmLHHWhin5iyrv3E8nqT-sUZCp-hRRyE4zBKAp9M9-Bp1hphxC2zHwuztvM4/s1600/20180618_094429-2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1336&quot; data-original-width=&quot;691&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkbpTzCX23bq8Cybo4Nw1AIN-ffZ6JTTMJxIqyZsI-Qd2opldeORaqtGrYHMt1iYYh89OeSBU-pxhp7pNmLHHWhin5iyrv3E8nqT-sUZCp-hRRyE4zBKAp9M9-Bp1hphxC2zHwuztvM4/s320/20180618_094429-2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;165&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sunshine rays are so beautiful in the afternoon, this imagined to have everything, but for what it is all, every step of mine is only focused on one point. I keep going through obstacles that are getting harder and harder, because all of them proceed to make you more successful, successful in all needs. I walked past the bat that was so steep, I had to carry a lot of puddles, until finally I found someone who was dear to his father-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;
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he is a simple man, he is so fond of his family, whatever happens he tries to do his best for and only his family, he has very good parents, but not with his character, he also has good in-laws but not with his character, why with character, because someone&#39;s character is very difficult to change, but if the attitude might still be in the fox, but I am very happy to see that man who is so patient with both of his lords who are so hard, with that character, often seeing the man arguing with his father, and often I saw him argue with his father-in-law, but really lucky to have a man like him, yes because he was so patient with his parents, maybe God had predestined which woman had the right to get good man that.&lt;br /&gt;
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in the female family she has 2 younger brothers, and the first sister is the same character as her father. Very hard, so many times she succumbs for her sister&#39;s sake, in order to maintain the integrity of her family, I see and hear that man is really patient, often he is dropped and crushed by his sister-in-law, but he tried patiently, until one day his sister-in-law wanted to get married, and his mother gave a quick suggestion, it was possible to marry but in a good way, even his sister seemed to have ignored her parents&#39; words moreover the words of the man who only as his brother-in-law, and finally held an application to meet the girl&#39;s house, and everything looks fine and runs smoothly, all have agreed when the marriage contract will take place,&lt;br /&gt;
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it looks like his sister-in-law is not as good as the girl he is going to marry, because I saw and heard that the girl also has the same character, is loud and spoiled, and finally breaks up, doesn&#39;t make it in the aisle, even though all hope is fine, and can take place in pelaminana, but old parents can only pray and try their best for their children, they are the ones who decide, when in fact the girl still hopes she can marry the brother&#39;s sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;
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not long from his past his brother-in-law also got a new girl, and it looks like this girl is safe, that is to say she is quiet and not too fancy like the first girl she will marry, and after that she and she seem to be more happy with this girl, and hope this mate&#39;s brother-in-law, but there are those who feel awkward, after a long period of contact it turns out they rarely communicate, initially the man, thinking because maybe his sister-in-law is busy, or the girl is busy, so rarely communicates,&lt;br /&gt;
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1 month later&lt;br /&gt;
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the man still felt something was wrong, it seemed that they were lacking in communication, so far distance made them often communicate, as a result it was wrong, it turned out he was his sister-in-law with a very hard character so, not to be outdone by this girl, this girl was very indifferent, and very afraid of his mother, but his brother-in-law should be fighting ... guys, have to struggle in finding his soul mate, hedeh ... that&#39;s what the kids want their parents to do and always give the green light even this sister-in-law is very out ordinary with his hard character, and every time he knew his brother always with his hard character.&lt;br /&gt;
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finally I do not know how to tell how men with families whose character is hard, hopefully everything is given and the character is hard to open quickly and clearer in dealing with all the problems, and we pray that hopefully his sister-in-law will get married soon, because of his parents wanted him to get married and get a good chance. amen&lt;br /&gt;
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I also cannot continue this story because I also feel well with its harsh character, forgive me, short from me ..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3999282158602030327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2018/10/i-love-you-but-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3999282158602030327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3999282158602030327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2018/10/i-love-you-but-i-hate-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU BUT I HATE YOU'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkbpTzCX23bq8Cybo4Nw1AIN-ffZ6JTTMJxIqyZsI-Qd2opldeORaqtGrYHMt1iYYh89OeSBU-pxhp7pNmLHHWhin5iyrv3E8nqT-sUZCp-hRRyE4zBKAp9M9-Bp1hphxC2zHwuztvM4/s72-c/20180618_094429-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-5526402700379327068</id><published>2014-09-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-20T18:07:07.177-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'> I love Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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ya allah ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was born in a family environment that is not overly concerned with religious affairs. Muslim father and my mother, but they are only half familiar with the teachings of Islam. yes let&#39;s call it a lack of faith in the masi our family, I grew into a child away from religion. I know Islam when I entered elementary school, in school I began to recognize the pillars of Islam and other guidance-guidance, and then my friends could read the Qur&#39;an and short letters because they come every afternoon studying in the landfill, I do not know at all, and fortunately bu my religion teacher at the time told me that everything should be possessed activity lessons, so not only lessons in schools, but religious knowledge outside the school building, and at that time anaku afraid to ask for permission to both my parents, but I also ventured to tell bu grounded in teachers to learn the Koran. and fortunately there is a boarding school rapes Darussalam, although I do not live there but at least I&#39;ve enrolled in boarding school Darussalam, there are many students caecal-santrnya, and I&#39;m very happy being able to meet with my school friends, although I was very scared , because there are older boys as well, but I should still be excited to learn about the religion of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my mom is lazy know with my situation at the school, apparently she cares and is always asking my situation, and unfortunately my father, mas be cool with me, I was the first child, so I should be able to make my adek-adek nant better understand the religion. I&#39;m different from my 2 years with Adek, when I was 7 years old my Adek 5 years old. although my father so to me, but I&#39;m in school to rank though not always rank 1, but I always go in the Top 5, and it is the pride of my father.&lt;br /&gt;
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now I&#39;m in 6th grade I&#39;ve memorized juz amma, and I also know the rights and obligations of a Muslim, and now the book has never left his prayer 5 time, just tap my father insisted mas heart, shlatnya only at dusk, I&#39;m sad see, while my Adek men always followed my father, I&#39;ve tried to take him, but he does not want to if not with my father, O God ... open the door of our hearts .. strengthen our faith. when the mosque is not so far from my house.&lt;br /&gt;
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and during the month of Ramadan came, we went to the mosque for shlat trawh, but my father, yet also departed, and sadly again my father did not want to fast, I have to do, what I coud make my family, dear family in the same God.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5526402700379327068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/09/ya-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/5526402700379327068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/5526402700379327068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/09/ya-allah.html' title=' I love Allah'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gAuGCGlE_AlAzqymEhiF7HnxgfcXLCFK4ZyQMqKqYMi2zFvu9fQ9qSscTb4rY6ytZY84FWjx4rMRhnaGWWKkGipoqewDKwMbnsJbgF-6H7hdT0ZLdZ6XOeLqb9b-2owGhXd4R158FLU/s72-c/by.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-4864452321572163688</id><published>2014-01-29T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-29T00:32:46.033-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>life in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;parting moment has arrived ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sometimes life does not have to choose between which we choose .&lt;br /&gt;
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In this lonely night , I find it hard to close my eyes , because I had to go back into my cage , so where do I go.&lt;br /&gt;
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during the day so many of my friends who came to see me , my friends , and I will leave the my friends , I was very sad that day , but .. when I think of them is very do not want my presence . I kept trying to hide as much as possible and I&#39;m feeling abolishing it .&lt;br /&gt;
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I was the first time I knew him, he was my best friend , I consider him as my family and I left home because my best friend , I&#39;m always trying to keep this friendship , until finally I went back to my house , with so many insults from my family , because I chose my best friend , and it turns out my friend left me behind .&lt;br /&gt;
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I did not think that he actually wants to destroy my family , I also do not believe , is when I&#39;m with her I often feel pain in her heart and often confused , and I always believe , when I met the first time I was in college at the time , and I often met him in moles , and other major stores , I often come to it because at that time I have a friend who works at the venue and I also conduct research expired food , so the task of campus practices , not shopping or no rah - rah , but he thinks I&#39;m shopping spree and my heart &#39;s content . and I was being her usual time , because I do not think there is an incredible , until I graduated from college and with him back , because he was there in the first boarding . I also live with him .&lt;br /&gt;
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after I stayed with them and I have passed in my lectures , I often spend my time with my own world , and one day they need my help , and I&#39;d be happy to help , and because I feel like every day of their distress and need my help , I went to the market to meet their needs as much as me , because they already I consider to be my family , although sometimes crossed worries and fears , and when I was invited to go to the market , he makes me confused , words and behavior behavior that makes me fall , I do not understand what you have in mind .&lt;br /&gt;
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5 months later&lt;br /&gt;
I was the one roof with him , and I felt the attitude that she gave to me more strange in him , and one close friend she was telling the truth , if he does not want to see me happy and it will make my life more miserable , I&#39;m getting confused , feeling my life is mediocre , and I feel he is much better than me , but I do not listen to it because if I listen to it , it will only ruin my friendship .&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a close friend of my arrival , he took me to go that evening to take my money to his brother , because I promised a few days ago when I had to return the money her brother , yes a little amount of money that is not according to me , I went away and left the key my room on her best friend , and I went with my best friend . Arriving there I forgot and never brought me money , and in the morning when I take my money back turns out my money is not there , I was very anxious because the money does not belong to me , and I&#39;m trying to be seoalah no nothing. and I have to find a replacement for the money where ? whether I should be a laundress and others ? I was patient with my situation , they all do not know , and I became a washerwoman labor , and no one knows , let alone my parents to two faraway . I&#39;m looking for a replacement for it , until finally I was getting the amount of money that I expected .&lt;br /&gt;
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I also left my boarding house , and I went back to my hometown , and until I hear back if he was seriously ill and when he went he was robbed and hit his right hand a knife and injured . I was menjengkunnya , and he was telling the truth . but me and him were friends and remain friends .&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4864452321572163688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/life-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/4864452321572163688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/4864452321572163688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/life-in-love.html' title='life in love'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-3792492969179879959</id><published>2014-01-24T01:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-24T01:40:56.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear father </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you doing right now ? What do you think of a father ? Yes for my father , was a very grumpy , and only think of themselves , etsz but it used to be, when I&#39;m not aware of it , and now I love ... really the same father .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At my age the age of 7 years old I was born as a very spoiled child , and that I do just in front of my mother , mother , mother is a person who is very patient for me , and for the angry old mother angry , but for a father , father anger .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always forget the time when I was playing with my best friend , at my age who are still 7 years old , my mind just playing and playing , and I&#39;m sure the ends of the home must be tempered by my father , again in angry and upset again , each leaving school I always ask for in between by my mother , from kindergarten to third grade and sometimes I still diaantar I &#39;m still in my mother&#39;s stay close by , and of course at that time I often want to go to school every once had to argue with my mother , because I if not in between I do not go to school , it is often too small punch I got from my mother .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 years later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until I was 20 years old I still argue with my father , a little becomes a lot of problems , small problems become large , and the problem becomes trivial protracted , yes it is because me and my dad always no one wants to budge , let alone all the same - the most common feeling really alone , my father &#39;s father were classified as hard , in the set so tight round his kayak in ponpes wrote , until now only I realize my father , it turns out a way to make all that you give me for the better , and I like this because of my father .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also realized , all was not in vain , my life is full of fear and could not free like the others , I walk as there are driving , yes I like a car as a passenger I do not know the direction , and my father as a driver , sometimes I want to stop but the driver was still running and trying to find a place where I was headed, although my father always limit my very limited , and often scolded me in , and I do not often desire the same as my father , what I want not be what the father wants , and I was really struck when I used in anger and all that is done by the father that I think is making me does not mean I feel now , that all that the father did was for the good of kebahagianku and for me too , maybe if my father was not as hard as it was I did not become a better child and can not enjoy life must be felt , and not all can feel the happiness in the end , and now I feel the endless happiness .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luckily when I was 7 years old and feel free turns me much better than I thought , and the education I could always be for the best , yes it&#39;s all because of my father , who I thought had been the father is a monster and worst enemy , now I could meraskaan that no one is going to make her father &#39;s passion, that&#39;s my father , always trying to get me not to fall , and if I was ready to fall father raised me back to keep the spirit . Father forgive me , I love my father , my father is my hero , is my angel mother and my brothers are my spirit .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for my parents to two &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3792492969179879959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/dear-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3792492969179879959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3792492969179879959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/dear-father.html' title='dear father '/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk2BVytUK5Zl3Gt85HOmov0zDfx5L-YXUnLb63QeZHg9axU2Zgvv7ShNQ9XmMZD9EDU2MXzbweiVwbXC9N1Hjs-aX1LxwjbJO7PBuB7MQzYJgGvKL4fr5K1b6DfpNR5KhdByAuazEuWk/s72-c/IMG_7592.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-8814200883410863858</id><published>2014-01-24T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-24T00:33:09.941-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>my best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;parting moment has arrived ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes life does not have to choose between which we choose .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In this lonely night , I find it hard to close my eyes , because I had to go back into my cage , so where do I go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;during the day so many of my friends who came to see me , my friends , and I will leave the my friends , I was very sad that day , but .. when I think of them is very do not want my presence . I kept trying to hide as much as possible and I&#39;m feeling abolishing it .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was the first time I knew him, he was my best friend , I consider him as my family and I left home because my best friend , I&#39;m always trying to keep this friendship , until finally I went back to my house , with so many insults from my family , because I chose my best friend , and it turns out my friend left me behind .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did not think that he actually wants to destroy my family , I also do not believe , is when I&#39;m with her I often feel pain in her heart and often confused , and I always believe , when I met the first time I was in college at the time , and I often met him in moles , and other major stores , I often come to it because at that time I have a friend who works at the venue and I also conduct research expired food , so the task of campus practices , not shopping or no rah - rah , but he thinks I&#39;m shopping spree and my heart &#39;s content . and I was being her usual time , because I do not think there is an incredible , until I graduated from college and with him back , because he was there in the first boarding . I also live with him .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;after I stayed with them and I have passed in my lectures , I often spend my time with my own world , and one day they need my help , and I&#39;d be happy to help , and because I feel like every day of their distress and need my help , I went to the market to meet their needs as much as me , because they already I consider to be my family , although sometimes crossed worries and fears , and when I was invited to go to the market , he makes me confused , words and behavior behavior that makes me fall , I do not understand what you have in mind .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 months later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was the one roof with him , and I felt the attitude that she gave to me more strange in him , and one close friend she was telling the truth , if he does not want to see me happy and it will make my life more miserable , I&#39;m getting confused , feeling my life is mediocre , and I feel he is much better than me , but I do not listen to it because if I listen to it , it will only ruin my friendship .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;night arrived ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a close friend of my arrival , he took me to go that evening to take my money to his brother , because I promised a few days ago when I had to return the money her brother , yes a little amount of money that is not according to me , I went away and left the key my room on her best friend , and I went with my best friend . Arriving there I forgot and never brought me money , and in the morning when I take my money back turns out my money is not there , I was very anxious because the money does not belong to me , and I&#39;m trying to be seoalah no nothing. and I have to find a replacement for the money where ? whether I should be a laundress and others ? I was patient with my situation , they all do not know , and I became a washerwoman labor , and no one knows , let alone my parents to two faraway . I&#39;m looking for a replacement for it , until finally I was getting the amount of money that I expected .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 month later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also left my boarding house , and I went back to my hometown , and until I hear back if he was seriously ill and when he went he was robbed and hit his right hand a knife and injured . I was menjengkunnya , and he was telling the truth . but me and him were friends and remain friends .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;completed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8814200883410863858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/8814200883410863858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/8814200883410863858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-best-friends.html' title='my best friends'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-7157144094159061752</id><published>2013-02-18T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-09-20T17:55:08.850-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>listening of love part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;pagi telah tiba, saat gadis membuka matanya, dia melihat kakaknya masih tertidur di sofa, gadis pun mendekati kakaknya dan berbisik, &#39;&#39; kakak maafkan gadis, gadis arus pergi mencari ibu kandung gadis, gadis sayang kakak, &#39;&#39; saat dia berdiri kakak pun memegang&quot;&gt;morning
 has arrived, when she opened her eyes, she saw her brother was still 
asleep on the couch, she had approached her brother and whispered,&#39;&#39; 
brother sorry girls, girls currents mother went looking for girls, dear 
brother,&#39;&#39; as he stood brother also plays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;tangan gadis,&#39;&#39; gadis aku akan menemani mu sampai kau menemukan ibu mu&#39;&#39;?&quot;&gt;her hand,&#39;&#39; the girl I will accompany you until you find your mother&#39;&#39;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;gadis pun memeluk kakak dengan penuh tangis, mereka pun keluar bersama-sama dan vera mendapati mereka berdua&#39;&#39; kakak mau ke mana?&quot;&gt;girl embraced by tearful sister, they came out together and found them both&#39;&#39; vera brother going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;antar vera ke sekolah!?&quot;&gt;between vera to school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;teriak vera.&quot;&gt;shouted vera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;tapi kakak tidak sedikit pun melihat vera, dan ibu vera melihat mereka hanya menangis karena ibu menyayangi vera dan gadis, dan sepenuhnya gadis adalah anak yang manja tapi tahu sopan santun dan mengerti perasaan orang, dia rela mengalah untuk siapa pun, agar dia tidak menyakiti orang&quot;&gt;but
 the brother was not any hint of vera, vera mom and see them just crying
 because I love vera and girls, and the girls are completely spoiled 
child but know good manners and compassion, he is willing to give to 
anyone, so he does not hurt anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;lain.&quot;&gt;other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39;tunggu gadis ini alamat ibu mu, dan pergi ke sanalah dan jangan kembali lagi rumah ini dan kakak tidak usah temani dia!&#39;&#39;&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39; Wait for this girl your mother address, and go there and never come back home and do not have to accompany her brother!&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; hai siapa kamu, berani melarang aku, aku sudah berapa kali bilang aku bukan kakak mu, karena aku tidak pernah punya adik yang sombong seperti mu, ayo gadis kita pergi&#39;&#39; jawab kakak sambil berjalan merangkul gadis.&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;
 Hi who are you, dare forbid me how many times I say I&#39;m not your 
sister, because I never had a sister like you are arrogant, let&#39;s go&#39;&#39; 
she said while running to embrace her sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;vera sangat marah besar dan benci dengan semuanya, karena semuanya belum bisa menerima vera sepenuhnya, hanya ada gadis, gadis dan gadis yang selalu mereka utamakan.&quot;&gt;vera
 is very furious and hate everything, because everything can not accept 
fully vera, only girls, girls and girls who are always their priority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;vera pun langsung berangkat sekolah tanpa berpamitan dengan ibu.&quot;&gt;vera immediately leave for school without saying goodbye to mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak dan gadis mencari di mana ibu gadis berada, di tengah panas yang begitu menyengat dan tiba-tiba hujan deras pun membasahi mereka tapi gadis tidak mau makan seharian dan tidak mau berteduh.&quot;&gt;sister
 and the girl&#39;s mother to find out where she was, in the midst of so 
oppressive heat and sudden heavy rain had soaked them but she did not 
want to eat all day and did not want to take shelter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak sangat menyayangi gadis, dan sepertinya kakak akan selalu ada buat gadis, karena sejak kecil gadis adalah penghibur nya di saat suka maupun duka.&quot;&gt;very fond of her brother and sister seemed to be always there for her, since her little girl was comfort in good times and bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak tidak bisa melihat gadis menangis apalagi jika harus kehilangan gadis?&quot;&gt;sister did not get to see her cry, especially if the girl had to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;hingga larut malam mereka mendapati ibunya yang sedang membungkus mie, untuk di jual besok pagi di pasar, gadis datang lalu memeluk ibunya&#39;&#39; ibu aku anak mu ibu, aku gadis ibu&#39;&#39; desah gadis&quot;&gt;until
 late at night they found his mother who was wrapping noodles, to sell 
at the market tomorrow morning, the girl came and hugged her mother&#39;&#39; 
I&#39;m your son&#39;s mother, mother&#39;s maiden&#39;&#39; I sighed girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; anak siapa?&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39; Child who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;gadis di dorongnya hingga jatuh dan baju basahnya semakin kotor&quot;&gt;girls pushed him down and getting dirty wet clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; ibu dia mencari mu dari vera datang ke rumah kami, dan sekarang setelah gadis bertemu dengan ibu, kenapa ibu tidak menerima nya&#39;&#39; kata kakak yang sambil membujuk gadis untuk segera berdiri, dan ibu pun hanya sekejam merasa terpukul.&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;
 He&#39;s looking for you mother of Vera came to our house, and now after 
she met with her, why she does not accept&#39;&#39; his brother said that he 
persuaded her to immediately stand up, and was just a cruel mother was 
shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;dan membangunkan gadis dan memeluk gadis.&quot;&gt;and wake her and hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; ibu aku anak mu ibu&#39;&#39;, gadis terus saja berkata seperti itu sepertinya gadis kedinginan dan badan gadis mulai panas, dia sakit dan kakak pun sangat mencemaskan gadis, rumah yang kecil dan kumuh berada di pinggiran sungai, melihatnya kakak tidak begitu tega,&quot;&gt;I
 kid you mom&#39;&#39; mom&#39;&#39;, she kept saying as she seemed cold and her body 
was hot, she was sick and was very worried about her sister, small 
houses and slums on the fringes of the river, saw brother is not so 
heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;untuk meninggalkan gadis di sini sendiri.&quot;&gt;to leave her here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; ibu di mana kamar buat gadis, dia sangat lelah sepertinya&#39;&#39; desah kakak yang sangat ketakutan melihat gadis sakit, kakak pun menyuruh ibu untuk menggantikan baju gadis tapi ibu tidak mau.&quot;&gt;Mother&#39;&#39;
 where rooms for girls, she seemed very tired&#39;&#39; sighed sister who was 
terrified to see her sick mother&#39;s brother was asked to replace her 
shirt but she did not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; ibu tolong ganti kan baju gadis dulu, dengan baju ibu atau vera barang kali masih ada di sini?&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39; Mom please change the clothes she used to be, with the mother dress or perhaps vera still here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;ibu...&quot;&gt;mother ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;bu..??&quot;&gt;bu ..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak sudah memanggil ibu, tapi ibu tidak mau mendengarkan nya, karena ibu belum bisa menerima jika gadis kembali.&quot;&gt;sister had to call mom, but she would not listen to her, because she can not accept if the girl back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; sudah kamu kan kakak nya, gantikan aja, apa susah sih, masih untung aku izinkan kalian tinggal di sini, kalau tidak ingat vera aku usir kalian.&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;
 Are you his brother&#39;s substitute wrote, what&#39;s hard, still lucky I let 
you live here, if you do not remember vera I expel you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;sedangkan gadis sudah begitu lemas dan sangat kedinginan dan terpaksa kakak menggantikan baju, dengan memakai baju vera&#39;&#39;&quot;&gt;while the girl was so weak and very cold and had to replace the older brother clothes, wearing clothes vera&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;pagi pun telah tiba, &#39;&#39;kak...&quot;&gt;have arrived too early,&#39;&#39; kak ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak..&quot;&gt;brother .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak...dan saat terbangun dia memanggil kakaknya.&#39;&#39; hai bukan panggil ibu malah panggil kakak, kakak terus, dia semalaman sudah jaga kamu dan yang menggantikan kamu baju itu kakak mu bukan aku jadi kamu jangan pikir aku mau menggantikan baju kamu!!&quot;&gt;brother
 ... and when she woke up she called her sister.&#39;&#39; ye not call mom even 
called brother, sister continued, he had all night, and that you keep 
the clothes you replace your sister instead of me so you do not think I 
want to replace your clothes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;mereka akan pergi ke luar kota dan kamu di sini sudah tidak ada lagi kakak, ibu dan lain sebagainya yang kamu miliki sebelumnya paham&#39;&#39; teriak ibu dengan kasar&quot;&gt;they
 would go out of town and here is no longer a brother, mother and others
 that you have previously understood&#39;&#39; the mother shouted rudely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;&#39;&#39; ibu....&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39; Mother .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;apa salah ku, kenapa ibu tidak mau menerima ku, padahal semalam ibu menerima ku?&amp;quot; dan gadis pun sangat kaget jika mereka pergi dan gadis pun berlari menuju rumah sebelumya, dia masih sakit dan dia berlari untuk bisa bertemu dengan kakak dan ibunya, yang gadis&quot;&gt;me
 what is wrong, why she does not want to accept me, but last night my 
mother received? &quot;and the girls were very surprised if they go and she 
ran to the house before, she was sick and she ran to meet with her 
sister and her mother, the girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;sayang, dia terus berlari sempat beberapa kali dia terjatuh karena kondisi nya yang kurang baik, dan sampai di rumah mereka sudah siap-siap masuk mobil, dan gadis pun segera menuju tapi mobil sudah jalan, gadis berlari mengejar mobilnya dan berteriak &#39;&#39; ibu..&quot;&gt;Unfortunately,
 he kept running had several times he fell because his condition is not 
good, and got home they were ready to get in the car, and the girl was 
rushed to but a car is the way, the girl ran after the car and shouted&#39;&#39;
 mother .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;. ibu... kakak... kakak... ayah....... jangan pergi, jangan tinggalkan aku sendiri di sini, kakak.... kakak... aku butuh kakak, siapa yang menemani ku lagi,&quot;&gt;.&#39;s
 mother ... brother ... brother ... father ....... do not go, do not 
leave me alone here, brother .... brother ... I need a sister, who 
accompanied me again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;siapa yang menggendong ku lagi, kakak......... aku ingin mendengar dan merasakan bersama kakak lagi, kakak....!!! jeritan gadis tidak bisa terdengar, dan gadis pun terjatuh dan menangis gadis seperti tak ada yang&quot;&gt;who&#39;s
 holding me again, brother ......... I want to hear and feel the elder 
again, brother ....!!! screams could not be heard the girl, and the girl
 had fallen down and cried like a girl no one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;menemaninya, dan tiba-tiba pembantu yang tinggal di sana datang dan memeluk gadis, nak..... maaf kan mereka semua, mereka semua sayang sama gadis, ow iya ini ada surat dari kakak?&#39;&#39; gadis pun mengambil surat itu dan duduk&quot;&gt;with
 him, and suddenly the maid who lived there came and hugged the girl, 
boy ..... sorry it their all, they all love the same girl, ow yeah there
 is a letter from my sister?&#39;&#39; she also took the letter and sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;di bawah pohon yang ada di belakang rumah yang biasanya gadis dan kakak berbagi saat suka maupun duka.&quot;&gt;under a tree in the back of the house which is usually the girl and sister share the good times and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZmBPWCYZG1D9i7acU19Dq3ujePaBi5uUfE0_BjUnEkjLDCDrgq6lnDpO8T1W5iKMsxV5EK10LbJMkAbi6hW7tqML0iGta9MU7E7uds8invbMe4dYD_6PP16IWgLhjQBRsxfZs6RqnhI/s1600/hatie34.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZmBPWCYZG1D9i7acU19Dq3ujePaBi5uUfE0_BjUnEkjLDCDrgq6lnDpO8T1W5iKMsxV5EK10LbJMkAbi6hW7tqML0iGta9MU7E7uds8invbMe4dYD_6PP16IWgLhjQBRsxfZs6RqnhI/s200/hatie34.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;di bawah pohon yang ada di belakang rumah yang biasanya gadis dan kakak berbagi saat suka maupun duka.&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;salam rindu&quot;&gt;hello miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;salam rindu&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;gadis ku yang kakak sayang, maafkan kakak, tadi kakak sewaktu menemani gadis tiba-tiba ibu datang dengan vera dan memaksa kakak untuk pulang, gadis kecil ku, kakak sangat menyayangi mu, kakak pergi hanya sebentar untuk menyelesaikan tugas kakak di luar kota, kakak ingin&quot;&gt;dear
 sister of my girl, I&#39;m sorry sister, had accompanied her sister when 
mom suddenly came up with Vera and sister forced to go home, my little 
girl, very loving your brother, sister went briefly to complete tasks 
outside the city brother, sister wants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;sekali kamu ikut, tapi ibu tidak bisa mengajak gadis karena ibu menjaga perasaan vera yang selama ini kurang kasih sayang darinya.&quot;&gt;Once you join, but she can not take her because her mother keep the feeling vera that has been lacking affection from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;gadis kecil ku&quot;&gt;My little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak akan kembali untuk mu, dan nanti saat kakak kembali, pasti gadis kecil ku sudah dewasa dan terlihat cantik seperti hati mu, yang selalu menghiasi keseharian mu, kakak akan datang untuk mu, tunggu kakak, saat mata mu tertutup, saat kamu tidur, saat&quot;&gt;brother
 will come back for you, and later when brother back, definitely my 
little girl all grown up and look pretty like your heart, that always 
adorn your everyday life, big brother will come to you, wait a brother, 
while your eyes closed, while you sleep, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kamu tertwa, marah menangis dan sikap nakal mu, semua yang kamu miliki membuat kakak rindu dan berat meninggalkan mu&quot;&gt;You tertwa, angry tears and your naughty attitude, all you have to make tough sister and leave you longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;gadis kecil ku&quot;&gt;My little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;ibu dan ayah menyayangi mu banyak, mereka juga akan kembali untuk mu, o iya gadis kecil ku nanti kalau kamu sudah berusia 21 tahun saat kakak pulang pakai gaun ini, pasti kamu terlihat cantik, sampai-sampai embun pagi yang biasa kita hirup bersama terkalah kan&quot;&gt;mom
 and dad love you a lot, they will come back for you, o yeah my little 
girl then if you have a 21 year old sister came home while wearing this 
dress, you are sure to look beautiful, to the extent that the usual 
morning dew we breathe together right terkalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;oleh kecantikan mu saat kamu dewasa nanti.&quot;&gt;by your beauty when you&#39;re grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak menyayangi mu&quot;&gt;love your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;salam rindu&quot;&gt;hello miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;ttd&quot;&gt;Signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;kakak&quot;&gt;elder brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=&quot;bersambung.......&quot;&gt;continued .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you because to this day I still breathe and feel your love&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you because to this day she still loves me&lt;/div&gt;
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thank you because I still love him&lt;/div&gt;
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And thanks to today&#39;s all so fond of me&lt;/div&gt;
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god ...&lt;/div&gt;
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forgive me because I&#39;ve often prejudiced in Mu&lt;/div&gt;
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forgive me for I have often lied to me this feeling&lt;/div&gt;
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forgive me because I had been trying to resist I love that you give&lt;/div&gt;
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god ...&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m sorry&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m sorry&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m sorry&lt;/div&gt;
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god ..&lt;/div&gt;
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thank you&lt;/div&gt;
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here I sit alone, staring at the shining star and I am reminded of my sin&lt;/div&gt;
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I beg your pardon&lt;/div&gt;
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I am now in the face of your bow, the way it all your orders&lt;/div&gt;
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reminded of all my sins, beg pardon thee&lt;/div&gt;
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my life in your hands&lt;/div&gt;
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I die in the face of Mu&lt;/div&gt;
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I give my soul&lt;/div&gt;
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my right hand over my life&lt;/div&gt;
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only on you O God&lt;/div&gt;
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who would I choose? I choose your heart&lt;/div&gt;
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One day I had an introduction love, love where I normally love with their advantages, but now I get the love that loves me and I love him with his shortcomings really I do not even think like this, and now all have been running , and I was swept away, and I find it hard to go against the flow, is it possible that in the call of love, love do not have to love with its advantages, if everyone loves to look at the advantages and look at the pros, the cons do not ever see if it would be difficult , like I feel, so it is weakness to your advantage, so you can make it more beautiful than ever, yes indeed a bit difficult, but it&#39;s just a little, let alone all done with sincerity, then it becomes a little no, yes it was at first, and now in front of the eye that came with the excess, and I fell on her, I was confused and hesitant, but I do not want to let my doubt is slowly killing me, I&#39;m not likely to hurt him or my heart itself, as it was originally, he loves me, I love him, he loves another, enough already! love does not need to have but everyone is entitled to love, because true love comes by itself, so do not force me to forget you, do not you force me to change, do not force me to stop loving you, even though I do not have your body , but let me have this feeling, with a sense of you, and so did all happen.&lt;/div&gt;
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how broken my heart, if I had to cheat myself alone, I just want to make my heart is not screaming, you try to feel the results of my work, and listen to the songs is the night and the morning that I send, and listen to my inner voice is call you, try to feel, I&#39;m sure you also feel, try the way you feel, try you will feel the results of all the work that I write my love felt and feel you are always in my heart, I&#39;ve been buried maski, please feel, and I ask do not blame this situation, I just want you to feel and hear my heart moans calling your name until late night when my eyes closed, and when the eyes are closed you were still present in my dreams, apkah you not feel it?? I&#39;m crying, I&#39;m sorry it&#39;s time to be honest ..&lt;br /&gt;
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I choose your heart, my heart will choose you, I choose him permission mu&lt;/div&gt;
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and where your name there, I want to know, so I chose you&lt;/div&gt;
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every day there&#39;s only your shadow, whereas in the real world is not you, but why do you always present every shadow me, my dreams, and as real, while the real is not so visible, I select your heart .. His permission .. let me ...&lt;/div&gt;
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wah cool air tonight ... with my eyes closed, I feel the breeze so cool, I do not want to open my eyes because it was so beautiful, listen and feel, listen to the wind, the sound is all around you, the sound of the heartbeat you and your conscience, and hear what is always there in every sound, whether he&#39;s your conscience, or the sound of your heartbeat, or the sound of your love, how your shadow? whether the shadows that can make you calm, the shadow of a mother, a father, or a friend, or your lover, keep a positive attitude you imagine, if you listen to your inner voice, and if you imagine your love, what do you feel? whether the peace, whether darkness, it should not happen, because this time I wanted something meo make all beautiful and better, let&#39;s try, all will be fine,,,,&lt;/div&gt;
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there was a girl who was always cheerful with her life that she always made happy, because life is a struggle for him where there is only one goal that we are headed. whether it&#39;s with what you bring her, who obviously love this girl really wants is always adorned her life because she always thought that if all done with love for sure what we&#39;re going and to achieve that goal, and produce what we want with the purpose then there was the goal. goals that result we&#39;re after and lots of love.&lt;/div&gt;
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girls have parents who are very fond of her, and a brother who is always spoiling her, she was fond of them, she never complained about anything in his life, because few complaints coming out of her mouth so that day, the second was the desire always fulfilled. the girl at the age of 10 years, where her childhood was very happy, and one day her pain because of a car accident, when she was walking around town with his brother, so he should be brought to the hospital, and the then she ran out of blood and blood need help, and it turns out when the blood, the blood they had nothing in common with her, everything becomes bingun day and anxious, especially the mother, who is this kid and where my son, but the mother has been love her, and trying to find a donor of the same blood with the girl, hospital supplies at that time runs out, the night was a night of tears, and the mother was kept at the memory of what actually happened?? and the mother was given that eight years ago she gave birth BERSA ma mother was a widow, but is it possible to confuse the child. his mother had told this to her husband and son, and mom and dad went looking for the widow, sister time was always waiting for me at the hospital. time I did not know anything incident, which I knew, I was in another world.&lt;/div&gt;
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3 months I was in the hospital, and eventually I went home to my house, I felt a slight anomaly at the time, because when I got home there was a girl, my age, his name is vera, I do not know who he is, but I sure happy, because there will be a friend to play with me, to always listen to the sound of the wind in the evening. I&#39;m currently with him always play together, sleep together, all of what I have I give to vera, but sometimes my curiosity to ask the mother was afraid, somehow the fear is there, I&#39;m not usually afraid to ask, who he is.&lt;/div&gt;
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My age 15 years old now and I was vera birthday on the same day, and when I opened the gifts together and vera, my gift was a book of short stories, because that&#39;s what every mom I got a gift for always giving me books, and vera get gifts That&#39;s a lot of high-cost, I just smiled and did not think anything that day, but when I read the book suddenly vera take my books, I had to ask him again because I have not finished reading it. strife between me and vera, this is my first day of fighting, I do not know why I was so upset that day when he took my book, because maybe I had been there since the fall vera maternal love, and I felt more attentive mothers alike vera I fell and hit my head my desk, so that the issue of blood, and I was pushed back until vera vera fell, and her legs seemed to slip and mother would come into our room, my mother is not helping, but she actually helped vera, I just could cry, the mother brought out vera, while I? I seem to forget the same mother, sister soon came, and lifted my bed and clean my wounds, my sister hugged and then I felt his brother was embraced as usual, as the fear of losing me, I saw brother crying, but brother just says:&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; My dear little girl, my brother would always take care of you&#39;&#39; I went back to hugging sister tightly. &#39;&#39; I love sister, mother brother?&#39;&#39; Mother why his attitude changed since there vera kak??&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Ah not her, it&#39;s just a feeling you have, your mother always loved her forever? sighed sister brothers&#39;&#39; I could not ask for anything?&#39;&#39; what is my spoiled little girl? books?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; I would not kak sister accompanied her to sleep tonight, yes, and I would love something that could point sister makes brother comfortable,,, really?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Hahahah what is my little girl?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Huh! kok sister laugh anyway, wait for me to open her window, now close your eyes brother, like me yes&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Hahah you what the fuck you anyway? it is your sister&#39;s little boy like you like inconsequential ne?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Blindfold brother, listen and feel, listen to all of what the brother heard, gently remove the elder brother could hear voices, feel the breeze coming from the window, and then slowly the elder brother heard the voice so like, from sister heartbeat, stomach brother who likes growling, all the sisters love, and the latter&#39;s brother conscience listen, hear, and feel,&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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moment all was silent and her eyes were open and saw the girl, and it turns out the girl is still nearby, brother feared that one day she will lose. sister kept looking at her little girl who always relieve tired coming home office, as well as acquaintances of his behavior, but underneath it all she is the girl who was so fond of his mother, and what if one day the girl was with her mother??&lt;/div&gt;
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morning had arrived, when the brother woke up and saw the girl was gone, there seemed to sound a commotion at the table? and it turned out:&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Girl my seat, and you are now sitting there, I was a close mother and father, you&#39;re in the corner there!&#39;&#39; Said Vera&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Mother ....?? sighed the girl&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; I would not have to sit there, I&#39;m close to the mother, said the girl&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Mothers continue, you little spoiled, you were the son of a merchant mei opposite the road there, we are confused when we were little, you were supposed to be grateful, as I am still allow you to ride here again it&#39;s all free! responsible vera&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39;&#39;ve Stopped vera, what the crap are you? brother came and I ran hugging sister&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; My brother handsome why, that&#39;s true, you just be too sad with this poor girl, who does not know himself?&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Enough! vera enough! &#39; sister scream&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m getting cornered and mother would come ..&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; What&#39;s this? that mothers of poor children who do not know the profit is still a profit in our capacity here!&#39;&#39; said Vera is so cynical with the girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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the girl ran to the exit, crying&lt;/div&gt;
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vera! sister slapped vera, you&#39;ll never be my sister, as long as you do not change I will not be your sister! sister said very angrily.&lt;/div&gt;
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brother ran out and chase girls, and in the pouring rain did not find her sister, and it was getting dark, the girl had not been found, even brother ceaselessly seek vera, vera until 10 pm at the corner store, and a sister was approached. and girls seen spending a lot of ice cream, and she was also cold, but the girl does not want to go home and force her sister to invite, so she had her pick her up at the house, and got home she was asleep, and the girl&#39;s brother put in the room. and sister slept on the couch staring at the girl&#39;s room, until morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3597930965502858144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/listening-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3597930965502858144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/3597930965502858144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/listening-of-love.html' title='listening of love part 1'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysJ6ENt6w8NRtcdmkhic8yVn_Qa4xHCLfKFnzsw4enqSQtzHCnbe-ryPSoz4UbVcrIFvZTY5dx6CalcE7gp84lxjyl1I4yCFZKXRcJH1lHSrrKIOksBRztO6h9XQc7J5Ks34pmlihdj0/s72-c/A_-zuL029.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-6091147406074163815</id><published>2013-02-18T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-18T00:35:27.005-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>let me love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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beautiful afternoon, though not as beautiful heart this afternoon, this is usually a wonderful afternoon and defeated by the spirit of my smile, until the sun was defeated by my smile, I feel if my heart was crying because I can not help feeling it, I want to forget but the forgotten the painful and difficult, and I do not want to forget it, actually what happened to me a god?&lt;br /&gt;
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One day in the middle of the city, I&#39;m enjoying the beautiful afternoon, and I&#39;m trying to enjoy the beauty of life, but once I now feel like flying, I suddenly fell, because I could not make all that happen I change it, if I change then there are hurt, if I do not change then I hurt myself, whereas now I feel this heart cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was sitting in a park that is near the city circle, I tried to reflect and try to make everything my mood improved, but still I can not, what is actually happening? I did not know what else to do I really just want to say if I love you and love her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am but not just shut up here, I continue to fight to keep it flowing, and can not let it stop, when to stop the water, I want him to stop on its own, that afternoon when I got home I was happy to try to contact her but no was his answer, and I was planning on coming to the house, and my plan was to bring her favorite chocolate pudding I made with love and sincerity of my love for her, she always thought of me as a friend, nothing more than that, but because of the attitude touched her makes me think I do not know why it came alone, I&#39;m usually too lazy to know my feelings, that sometimes love comes I do not really respond to her, but why now I&#39;m closer to love, love usually comes so much but sometimes I let love, with no love I received it, if I have to accept that love, then I have slowly learned to love love, but why when I feel the real love made me confused with love, until in the end I can only wait love comes ...&lt;br /&gt;
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so true I love you&lt;/div&gt;
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even if you never take me there&lt;/div&gt;
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I will not ask you to love me&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not expect you to love me&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not expect you to reply to my love&lt;/div&gt;
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which I hope you let me love you&lt;/div&gt;
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This love I already have from you&lt;/div&gt;
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let my love with you&lt;/div&gt;
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although my body can not with you&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_275207694&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_275207695&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It tells the story when I was 10 years old, where I was sitting on a bench grade 4 elementary school, where I had so much time companions, even though at the time I did not know what it is friendship, but I have so many friends , and until now my 21 year old I was still with them. I was born from a simple family and fulfilling, since childhood I notoriously funny and polite me, because of all my friends when it&#39;s just me who have mastered the Java language, yes I come from Java, but I was born in Papua, so not many people who knew the languages ​​of their respective regions. I am very grateful to all my teachers could recognize very clearly, and all my friends love you, too, as a child I felt happiness ceaselessly toward me. my loving parents and brother who loved me, so anything with me, I love them a lot. as a child I could not see my friends if you do not snack at school, if there is more money and be able to share them I always share with them, but if I was not there, so we did not snack all together, but that does not make us sad because the game keep the fort as a kid so it&#39;s always accompany us during recess.&lt;/div&gt;
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now I&#39;m sitting in class 5, and the task of starting a lot of time and often we learn the group to complete school assignments, but at the start of class 5 all of a sudden turn, one of my best friends, suddenly was not present in the task group carried on in my house, I began to wonder why lately he often is not with us. moreover, the task of the school, as was previously studied group had never worked on it in my house, because my friends who proposes to turn his itinerary so that day my study at home, I do not why he did not come, I think he&#39;s busy aids to two people parents, I still give him my job, even though he never came. but the longer the time I had asked him why he never came to my house, and why as well as a study plan falls on him, he also refused to receive us at his house, I was getting confused with his habits, so that makes me feel Her mood was not as relaxed as before, and during recess rang as usual all go play outside and I try not to time out of the classroom, and he was my friend, he&#39;s silent in class, he seemed lost in thought. I was approached by the fine:&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; My friend why you moody lately with me, you&#39;re not coming in my home study group, there was what exactly?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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he just shut up and silent while I feel I need an explanation from him, because we&#39;ve never been like this before, I continued to insist that he told me that I was a little rude to him.&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Friends what a friend, why are you silent, what is my fault?&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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he suddenly stood up from his seat and said,&#39;&#39; I&#39;m not your friend, you tell friends, bullshit with friendship, during this time you have all that you have while I&#39;ve never had what you have, parents who love mu, parents who always take you, and all my friends just focused on you, not on me, I&#39;m just a poor girl, ugly, and not as pretty as you, all want to be with you, if one day you do not enter all you ask? ! whereas I had no one to care at me! and I&#39;ve never come study group in your house, I&#39;m embarrassed, I&#39;m coming for sure if all of my friends look at me like trash! you satisfied! she was very upset.&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; My best friend, I do not even think that we are all the same as far as I and others care about you, we care about you, your parents also love you, no one does not love you? sigh I say it with feeling&#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; Yeah we love you, we care about you&#39;&#39; answered all my friends who suddenly behind us. we were very surprised that they all knew that if we would like it, so they listen to us from behind the door.&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39; See my friends, all your love, all the care about you, you own that makes you anxious mood, when all your love and fine. is not it?&#39;&#39; we were all hugging each other and no one else was in the hide problems, and we are back to normal which is always loving each other.&lt;/div&gt;
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My traveling companions and I really was close up until now, and now it was time for farewell, we will continue in high school, and it turns out we can not get back together, they all go and choose the school they think is good and according to their expertise - respectively. we are very sad day my friends who love me will leave me, all will go out of town, while I still remain here in my hometown. and that&#39;s when I&#39;m alone with starting a new chapter, my friends who accompanied me for 10 years now they are all going to leave me, I love them and they love me, I like the barren land, barren no smile selabar first, all the companions had gone, so I had to adjust to my new friends, all there&#39;s nothing left, just a few friends that still I&#39;m lonely, eat together, study together, play together, while sharing with them, jokes, laughter, banter I am now without them near me, I do not know how long, and when I can get together with them again, my periods were so unhappy little time with them, those who I love and who love me. now only memories remain fond memories when I was little.&lt;/div&gt;
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My age now 21 years old, I remember the days of my childhood filled with happiness and friendship are very close, until now I have not been able to get together with him again, at some time I could feel again, because until now I have not found it . who knows how long I have to wait a taste of it, I hope you wherever you are in the time you remember our little times never sad, and just be happy that we have. I love you all. I&#39;m here waiting for you to be together again.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was a girl my age around 17 years, so I got to know love at the age of 17, but I do not know real love, I fell in love with a man, who loved me, he was named asep, asep is a teacher of the Koran in his village, and I will love him, because I&#39;m thankful God has brought me to a pious man, and I hope this is my first and last love, I sometimes feel is probably a pious man really love the way it is, I&#39;m at the age of 17 years can be said of my behavior as a man, but in addition I also have an attitude to women that can make someone&#39;s in love with me, with my long hair and my cooking hobby , and also a perfect face so many men at the time wanted me, from the poor to the rich, from the bad to the good-looking, of children who are aged under me, until the child is above me, yes all of my love , but I&#39;m interested only in men named asep, his simple life and his religious attitude which makes my eyes open, and I always wanted to taste it with her, I do not know why he can love me, but that&#39;s love .&lt;/div&gt;
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I asep closer and our relationship, and the age gap between me and the very different asep 8 years, so I was 18 years old he was 24 years old, and I still have so many goals that I have to reach. I began to fret whether he will stay or leave me, and after a few days when he was 25 years old and I was 19 years old, he asked me to marry him, and she would come to my house, because during this time, the two are not my parents know, and I refuse to weigh it, and I do not want to get married before I did it, and made it to two of my parents proud of me, and he kept pushing me, it makes me confused restless and agitated, so I had told him to hold on and wait me, and thankfully she said, willing to wait for me, and I trust him, so I was more calm about my life&#39;s journey.&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel asep has changed with me, and I began to wonder what&#39;s going on, and when I asked he said that if everything was fine, and when I played in one of my friends, and it turns out there were 3 friends the other, and when we started joking banter together, my friend asep view photos, and she said oh that often comes to the cottage right? often meet aisyah right? At that point I was confused and a little taste of the liver is too thinly, but I&#39;m trying to calm down, and pretend asep is a friend of my brother, and I&#39;m slowly finding out, what is this exactly? after I made my friend told me it turned out asep often play into the lodge, was in the same thing I always say when he would go to the cottage, but he said he wanted to teach at the cottage, as told to help pack pilgrimage there, and it turns out asep deceive me, there he was in his mate with a girl named Aisha, my heart when it really hurt, because I&#39;ve already trust him. I got home late, and it was at boarding asep me, and it was he waiting from me, as usual her sweet demeanor and do not forget chocolate is always given to me every time he came, but I saw him coming at me like foolish, because I&#39;ve been fooled by him, and I was not behaving as usual, I was very sick, and I do not want to see him, and I told her if I was tired and wanted to rest, and he excused himself to go home and give it chocolate at me, and he said good-bye to the cottage again, every afternoon he always came and brought chocolate I do not really say hello, and he always told me to go to the cottage on the call Mr. Hajj, I was very disappointed and heart is so sore, and I have could decide it, and tomorrow I plan to go to his house to inquire about our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;
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his morning I went with my best friend, but I came alone, and my best friend went because he wanted me to resolve my problem was. I walked into his house, and I was with a sense of hope he chooses me, forever. when I knocked on his door he was opening the door with asep wide, and he told me come in, he sounds little and say I want a shower first, you wait, yes, I was so surprised, I did not get that much in persilah his right to enter into in his house. I was waiting for her at the front door and because I can not wait, I had ventured into his house, and .......... hurt me, because I saw asep with Ayesha is in the house, while I was on leave outside, I could not say anything and I went out and left without a word, asep was running after me, and I was ignored her, my friend got home, I cried and told all the events that I saw, and my friend tried to calm me, so I believed him and it&#39;s all just nonsense behind.&lt;/div&gt;
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right next to his early days he was at the front of the boarding house and apologized, I was asked who he was and why all could happen, at that time I was very angry, and it turns out asep was told that the two parents have mutually agreed, and asep I could not wait too long, he will leave as long as I get married Aisha with asep, it is not possible for me, because I was so young at that time I had no mind for marriage, and finally we are arguing, emotions ego anger all the issued and finally asep leave me, and he married Aisha, without invitation asep married without me asep can do it all, she is very cruel and hurt me. I was sick, and asep still annoy me with submissions by letter he apologized and said sorry, but that does not make it all changed. I can not seem to do anything, why do I really trust her, sweet words, his promises, and his pious attitude that makes him no wrong choice, I do not deserve for him.&lt;/div&gt;
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My age now 20 years old and I started a new chapter and a new spirit, and I should be able to prove that I could be without him and I should be better than before, I was already getting a replacement asep, now I love love by its shortcomings, if once I loved asep with her strengths, I now accept someone with her shortcomings, so that I can complement each other and love, I walk with love and I started to feel that love coming back but still so heavy I live, and so long I live I love meet again with somebody figure pious man, I fell in love with her, but on the other hand I&#39;m with the love of the other, so I had to endure and survive, I do not want to make love is sick, and it turns out the man was too pious Aisha has a well, yes the same name but different people, it turns out life is filled with art. I occasionally thought about the past, just as Aisha and Aisha again. what&#39;s going on with my life, why even the name Ayesha?? but it did not make me fall for the second time, I would still keep the love, friendship, family because all there is in real life. This may all be a blessing for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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and at my age of 21 years I&#39;m going to make everything beautiful in its time, and let it all be a valuable lesson for me, as all life, my mother was the first goal, let&#39;s make all of them do not easily discouraged, even though so much of a problem do my friends think that there is a problem, but that there are lessons you have to do, like in school so yes, there is certainly no test subjects, is not a problem right?&lt;/div&gt;
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I love you all ...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;mother ... mother ... I go home?? mom .. dad .. really quiet on where ya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I walked into the living room and as usual after school, I immediately blame television. but at that moment I was very surprised, where my television? in the living room I did not see the television, and the television in the kitchen of old was also not there, and in a very quiet, my heart was wondering, at that time I was only 12 years old and my sister 10 years, yes only 2 brothers I had at the time, I was eating, but when I open the hood of the food there was not as usual, it looks like rice and vegetables yesterday, I did not ignore it, but be asked where the two my parents and my sister ? I do not know where to look anymore, I&#39;d clean up my messy house, and cooking, and after cooking and housework, they come in, so my sister and my second parents. of the house I saw my mother crying, but I did not dare asks it all, and finally I was only able to pause and wait for them to talk, and in the afternoon when we gathered in the living room, and my dad told me that while there are came the mother and father would go no business, and you brother your sister in the same house, take care of him, had remained silent nights at home studying. I even dared to ask exactly what is father? who briefly come? I sighed with a very curious at the time, and my mother crying that made me confused and curious,&#39;&#39; was later a police officer came if it should be continued and completed as soon as possible so that mom and dad would go out of town for a few days . remember that and you learn good huh? &#39;&#39; Yes&#39;&#39; said my father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I was with my sister soon enter the room because it was late, and I hope tonight no one came that the two did not go to my parents tonight. around 12: 45 I woke up because I heard something, and it turns out my mom and dad have not been sleeping, I accidentally listened to their conversation,&#39;&#39; already is bu, the patient is important we try, it is not our mother who is actually taking money their mothers do not know if all be like this, but instead helped that help throw you in the back, is next time do not have to repeat it again, but my father did not believe it, really get our stuff was taken, and yesterday a thief, since when bu in our yard a thief if not messengers person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And I began to know the problem, yes, my mother was a treasurer at the school, and one day there was a teacher who borrowed money before my mother could not give money to anyone, but because my mother took pity and he promised to return before the day of his division, and my mom gave him when the current monthly cash distribution arrives, the teacher had no news, overhears him out of town, and my mother had to pay for them all with my own personal money mother, as the number of teachers in school mother mothers much then do not pay for everything, mom only paid half, and for 1 month and then the teacher came in and asked for her money monthly, my mom confused by his attitude, and he borrowed money in return but the school has not even asked why her monthly cash , so that the mother would not give him his money monthly, which is the mother asked the teacher to immediately pay off school, but my mom was in the far right, made seoalah though my mother&#39;s corruption, and police had to deal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;morning when I woke up, they were ready all at the breakfast table, and called me and my sister for breakfast, and when we will start breakfast suddenly someone knocked the door, and I was opening it, and it turns out there are 2 police already at the door,&#39;&#39; no father?&#39;&#39; asked the policeman, I had called my father and my father immediately got up from the dinner table so any mother, they were all in the living room, and I had breakfast with my sister, mother soon My back and told that they had to go to the police station there was a sudden affair, I&#39;d let them go, and I was so scared, when I see a cop, they bring to my two parents, as if mornings are usually filled with quipped with a smile and a joke, now turned momentarily into tears, I was so sad, I never thought if I had to feel the atmosphere that made me really scared, and I remember when my brother yesterday to go with my father and mother, I asked him &#39;&#39; deck .. yesterday how, when younger brother joined dad&#39;&#39;?? yes brother, the father may o&#39;clock yesterday from the police and the mother cried all there seems memojok his father and mother, and the mother cried kak!! said my sister, and I wanted a sense of belonging to act in this case, but I was still 12 years old, so a child that age I certainly could not have been there to listen to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;night has arrived, heavy rain, and the lights go out, I was with my sister at home waiting for my two parents who did not come, I was scared and very frightened at the time, especially after hearing the story of my sister, if my dad in at by a police officer, and when it is I hate cops but I wanted to be a cop who actually know of the error and truth, no view of what it was, my sister getting sleepy I told him get to sleep, my sister did not want to sleep, and I could not hold back my tears, I miss the father and mother, when a big rain, the lights we normally use to hang out and joke with emotion now I cry to await their arrival, it was late my sister had already started drowsy and fell asleep, so I was alone, I can only keep praying and praying that the two my parents come home and okay, I did not stop climbing my prayers, I was terrified, my mind did not really know at the time, I&#39;m just afraid that if the two my parents are not home and in prison for other people&#39;s mistakes, I&#39;m so messed up my mind at that time, at 11: 10 minutes I kept praying and praying, heavy rain so anything with my tears rain, waiting for the second coming my parents. and before long the two kemudia my parents came.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;every morning there&#39;s always cops coming interrupt breakfast with us, and it often happens, the parents alternating two police officers, and I have to take care of my younger self to take care of the house work, and the days that I lived at that time filled with tears, my favorite television, gone, home goods already taken the police and I feel really feel it happened. yes the problem was run for 3 months. and is considered finished. I was very excited because this issue is over, I can finally get together with family again. and all the items already in the back, I feel the problem is over and gone and there will be no problems with the police, I hate it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;My age now 15 know it&#39;s been 3 years of my life so happy, and there&#39;s no cops bothered us when we eat breakfast. but ........ suddenly that morning there was a knock on the door and I opened the door and turned out the police again, and asked my father, I was confused, because I thought all this affair is over, but it has not ended. father and my mother returned to the police station the police back and forth, until that time, my dad told me if my father should be in jail, do not you cry because there is not the father&#39;s fault but because of the mother&#39;s father, a mother who wants to help a friend but the friend&#39;s mother dropped, I was very upset at the time and really did not want to if my dad is in prison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;every day my dad alternating turns out the police station and there was a gentlemen who helped my father, it turns out they are friends of the teacher who had also been in tipunya,&#39;&#39; enemies&#39;&#39; and profit in his blanket when the problem occurred teacher tells her lies with that person, and because the father was already tired on the lie continuously, each time meeting with teachers that his father always record and carry a hidden camera, and incidentally the father issue in this camera. and in the end all the evidence has been collected, and free my father, and the teacher came into the prison, but my mom did not let it happen, my mother still help, because the teacher still has a child who should be in his care. and finish is his problem until now. Allhamdullilah had no police coming back and forth to my house, the cops stayed at my house, because my sister is now a cop, and I&#39;ve finished his lecture, age is now 21 years old and my sister was 19 years old, and I&#39;m now not 2 brothers anymore, but the 3 brothers, I am a woman myself, and two younger brothers, Allhamdulillah ... This all thanks to Allah SWT. amen .. thank you O God ... all in the end there is no answer. and beautiful in its time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;for all let us have a lot of patience and tried to continue, so that all beautiful in its time ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Furthermore yes to part 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa just cried and after reading the letter lisa diki run to ask for an explanation in bude,,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Bude ...!! bude ...!&#39;&#39; shouted lisa an anxious and panicky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Yeah ya lisa what is it? responsible bude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Bude same please tell me, what happens at diki, why he was treated to china, she is sick what bude, what pain?&#39;&#39; lisa asked impatiently curious diki disease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Ms. lisa, actually we all mengetahuniya new one this week, as mas diki also do not tell us everything in this house, we knew that the finished bathroom diki mas began to frequent vomiting of blood, and his head often to weakly , and it turns out he was suffering from brain cancer, he did not want to be brought for treatment, for fear diki mas. 1 day did not see ya lisa, she was very homesick, and he wanted to go because his mama and papa force, he could not actually hit the water for too long, because the cold water he could not accept, he should not be cold, and yesterday after playing by Ms. lisa, mas diki great cold, and up until last night-mas diki vomiting blood a lot, and he&#39;s going to fight his life just laneways Ms. lisa&#39;&#39; said his bude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lisa cried because she felt guilty for playing aja diki in the rain all night and eat ice cream a lot, too, because he&#39;s done it all, so I could be more calm&#39;&#39; lisa was kembalu to his home with a feeling of confusion and anxiety&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa is always waiting to hear from diki, but no news also .. lisa finally realized that he could not himself like this without diki, lisa realized that his days diki who always sat with him are hard lisa, lisa sad even when broken asa, just diki its always menyemagati, just a friend who always made lisa calm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;ve been waiting diki lisa and lisa while opening her window every morning a sudden ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;hay!! lisa shocked&#39;&#39; dik .... diki .......... I&#39;m not dreaming right? that you&#39;re right diki?? lisa any skip from jendala room, lisa diki warmly embraced and hugged when diki diki said lisa, lisa I&#39;m so tired .. I travel very far to come see you, I meridukan you, there I always think of you, what if I do not da near you, who want to accompany your strange behavior,&#39;&#39; lisa crying in the arms of his diki&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lisa .. lis .. but hear life is too short and very brief, because brevity I can love you with a short time as well, I want to know what your heart? is there for me, for me?&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; I ... I .. I just realized that you meant the world to me diki, I do not want to lose you, I promise I will not play again rain and spent a lot of ice cream anymore, I&#39;m afraid you&#39;re going!!!&#39;&#39; sighed lisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lis .. lisa .. I really love you I&#39;m gonna take your love until I close my eyes, because to me you are the greatest woman, did you load the habit that comfortable, as long as you&#39;re still okay. ok lisa .. Good? asked diki&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lisa only tubuk diki hug, because he does not want to escape from the embrace diki, like lisa merindukakan diki&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Diki ... I love you, in the arms of diki, lisa says that he loves and wants to be with diki diki and diki replied:&#39;&#39; I&#39;m happy to hear lisa, I love you, but remember you should never despair, for love &#39;&#39; I should not have love you lisa ..&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa lisa ......... ..... her mother called and into kamr lisa lisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa hay! lisa!! lisa ....!! er mother, just make shock lisa and lisa was confused?? bu .. Where diki? diki ma&#39;am?&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lisa apparently you already know, she came here to tell you, but you already know&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Know what mom?&#39;&#39; What happened?&#39;&#39; Lisa still confused because diki no, apparently was diki here bu I am equally curious&#39;&#39; said lisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lisa ... the good mother, lisa .. here?&#39;&#39; lisa&#39;&#39; in the arms of his mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;and mother would say if diki gone, he ran out of blood while in oprasi&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;not bad. not possible, just diki come here, and he told me the same dear mom, mom lie!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Lis ... lisa .. a patient boy.&#39;&#39; mother would hug lisa, lisa so shocked&#39;&#39; and plans diki will arrive at his house at 3 pm nati nak ... lisa could not say. she was very sad, his best friend is gone, lisa sepenunya still believe if diki gone, lisa completely still feel that there diki. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;diki house was filled with flowers and the words martial sungkawan, lisa just menanatapi her from his window, and could only cry .. rain is so heavy it turns out, a lot of ice cream, a warm hug you just now, it is you diki, you said you would return untu me, but .. you diki evil, why only now you say that love is not a must have, while contemplating the words lisa diki words which he presented them. and soon the body diki come, and lisa just look out the window, he did not want to come to the house diki. but suddenly a shadow came over and took lisa diki to come to her, with a blank stare, lisa goes, because lisa walked towards the house because of the shadow diki diki a call. and after home till diki, lisa shock, she was there sitting beside the corpse diki. lisa unable to do anything just feeling sad and happy, because diki already making a very meaningful in his heart, so anything diki.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;all went so fast, and all that is in the world will return to the almighty Creator, diki and lisa love each other but do not love it and everyone should have the right to choose her life. diki goodbye ... hopefully you received in his side. amen .......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2807264231666990220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-in-rain-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/2807264231666990220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/2807264231666990220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-in-rain-3.html' title='love in rain 3'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17AjEpA3BnS9Hn3vQmj0dU9x-lxEZzWhs2IIkwdbaLZjjIIQqitc3NGJtI31j7ADepwYwNiSRMmRAdkZrEZUX_Bcg9ORnvzyzvpJeh97VNLpBua_VC1_pSpVb38IKwkjYVze6K6L_z_Q/s72-c/agoes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-567930603986800181</id><published>2013-02-03T01:37:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T23:49:55.135-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>love in rain 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tomorrow&#39;s the day to go to the house of his lisa diki to take a morning walk back. dik ... diki ... diki ..! diki!! where you are, let&#39;s eat ice cream again, you&#39;re still sleeping diki ya .. lisa went into his house, and there in the house looked deserted, he did not see diki usually slept in the front room tv, and walked into the room lisa diki,&#39;&#39; krett .... tt.&#39;&#39;?? sound diki door. and uh ya lisa .. looking mas diki huh? asked the maid who works at home diki. yeah ... why dikinya bude no ya .. tumben. it is usually at this hour he has not wake up ...? Where ya bude? iya ya lisa mas diki overnight out of town, and can not talk much bude this paper only which may be an answer for ya lisa. ow yeah bude, thanks yes, lisa had received the letter, very confused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Diki hehe .. diki .. there is no pakek wrote her game passing notes again, like there handpohe ga wrote, right bude? asked lisa&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Yeah ya lisa ..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39; Yes ​​already bude I want to read d house wrote, Myspace bude know the contents of his&#39;&#39; hehe lisa said very plain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I care very lisa ... lisa surely you&#39;d just right to my house, looking for me, do you? I mean frame it for you .. suit ... suit ... heheh. You open the door of my fitting, it certainly looks deserted, there is no blame tv, there is no PS who abuse, computers, and other equipment that I often stay asleep for granted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa your smile so sweet, keep your sweet smile that only you have, lisa .. I went to China, I&#39;m sorry it, I go because I want treatment, lisa .. do not be surprised so dong, usual, hehe ne flu yesterday, thanks to you, during the rain eating ice cream out 10 ice cream again, hehe if ya ga lisa who else. lisa weird .. lisa freak who always fill my days with your sweet smile every morning, early in the morning when you wake up from your sleep certainly you are sitting in your bedroom window, when your parent has banned you, bad boy ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa sweet .. ga have already felt the loss so dong, hehe I&#39;m fine really here, and I&#39;ll get back to you, and if I had recovered we ate ice cream together again yes, whatever you ask for you are strong, I love ice cream deh Her, her blue vanilla oya ga surely miss you, ehmm lisa-lisa,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa ... when you cry to see your girlfriend with someone else, and when it is you hug me, I was very calm at that time, I feel you are a part of my heart, so if your heart is hurt, then I could feel her, lisa sweet. . I&#39;m sorry, actually I already know that your girlfriend is unfaithful, he often came to the river, and I often saw him with the girl. but I do not want you to know from me, because I heart you hurt me other than ga want you to know from me, I&#39;m afraid you misunderstood with me, because when I asked about your boyfriend, you&#39;re to believe him if he really loves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa very shocking I love .. I&#39;m sorry it, I actually have been in love with you and love you, sorry I think you more than my best friend, because I love you too deep, but I just could not resist it all because you&#39;ve loved someone else, and I may not spoil our friendship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa ... the patient ya, your tears are my tears too, me too sad you sad, and happy you are happy ku, lisa will you always make me smile .. o yes there are pictures of you, I was really calm dah aja, I multiply my album, lisa sorry I took your picture when you wake up every morning and you&#39;re sitting in the window, you&#39;re so pretty when you just get up from your bed, your beautiful face exposed to the morning sun looks reddish tint. I love you ... I&#39;m sorry lisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/567930603986800181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-in-rain-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/567930603986800181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/567930603986800181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-in-rain-2.html' title='love in rain 2'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABRaLuden8opI7uXCVwrmkODzU2rOy9rHE7VaV2HM4zBYAjy33awVIgW719RXRAgfa97SujOrHD_4PBN_7XIjll9rtTbVgogSUMinPYpgltdsDZZU0FAkP149S9C-khp8U4ntXMfuIL0/s72-c/kartun-islami14.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-8544673396073897722</id><published>2013-02-03T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T23:29:24.867-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>love in rain 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;why I think long-ya ga rain ... humm when I want to play the rain, but the weather in this weeks heat continues ... huh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa eh what are you doing under there tree, ki ye eh,? and Diky I are good friends and I&#39;m happy to have a friend who always understand me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa ...? ki yes how? If rain emangnya you going to do? I want to play with rain, and then I eat ice cream while in the rain near the school k .., really close to the school, because I miss ya xxx with school us, right when I rain .... heheh? yeah you trim it his most mischievous, if the rain actually skipping, skipping not mean ga at the school, but instead behind the cafeteria spent a lot of ice cream, you tu bizarre. Another busy looking for oil wind, rain anyway it you enjoy it,&#39;&#39; yaelah diki, it should be enjoyed to, the cool anyway, hehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;but really long ga yaa rain, I miss the rain, lisa-lisa, but if it rains, do invites me to go play rain yaa, I again ne flu, you ah k, a long ga why flu is no rain, it means you should enjoy rain water was .....&#39;&#39; has-been jwab diki, yaa I have not finished it, I already know what you dah ntr you out! hehe so malu.eh your girlfriend really come lisa ga,?? um I also knew, he said would kesni but could not come-come, busy with his thesis may leave it anyway she deh-macem macem ga mang&#39;&#39; ehmm you know?? hehe dong&#39;&#39; ya know he&#39;s a loyal guy who always take care of me, diki there seems to be something in the hide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;the gini afternoon yuk lis ..? asked diki, my way to where ki, it&#39;s late, too, would ga ah, I want to draw a cool lisa wrote the same answer diki. &#39;&#39; Lah el lisa let&#39;s take a walk, I&#39;ll buy ice cream ntr deh, ehmm going ga, ga if ya want I already own path aja deh, enjoy ice cream chocolate vanilla vanilla continues ga blue forget to mention it,&#39;&#39; daa. .. eh waiting for! I joined her ice cream diki but I&#39;m 3 yaa. hehe yes&#39;&#39; strange girl, then me and Diky evening walk in pingiran river, and of course I want ga dong cheated, before I had to pull diki the cafe first, heehhe buy it and of course blue vanilla ice cream too, hehe I take 3 diki, daa ... lisa ran toward the river every afternoon was a lot of people who sit in pingiran the river, to see the beautiful afternoon sun, and of course to sink. as I enjoy ice cream together diki, and jokingly quipped, looking at the beauty of the evening, my eyes suddenly stopped at one 1st place, and I thought I saw something ... and I forget the ice cream stand and me,&#39;&#39; eh lisa-lisa are you going? ne your ice cream, you live? lisa was just answer you here and keep blue vanilla ice cream and me, there&#39;s diki very confused, wondering why there seems lisa, but diki only see from a distance lisa, lisa walked to someone but who is it? diki not look away from ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lisa went up to someone and it turns out she saw that her boyfriend was making out with a girl, lisa just rebuke with a smile, and asks the news that his girlfriend, and his girlfriend lisa&#39;s just say mediocre, lisa heart is very sick, because all this thought lisa busy with college girlfriend, and it turns out he was off 1 month. lisa back tears and walked toward sahabtnya diki and diki ask? There lis .. who does her there? I do not really see it clearly, so why you crying?? lisa did not say anything and took the ice cream and quickly lisa spent 3 ice cream man, and left his blue vanilla, and hey lisa, would add to more ga its ice cream, lisa just nodded his head if he still wanted more ice cream . weleh-lisa-lisa weleh already finished 3 still want more adds? ask how much longer? lisa replied 1 only chocolate, and lisa just sat looking at her boyfriend with another girl, the man occasionally see lisa, lisa can only cry ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;and soon it was raining, everyone go home and seek shelter, very sick heart lisa, lisa so when it rains the rain wants to play with her boyfriend, but her boyfriend with another girl instead and give him a place to take shelter, 1 jackets they pakek together, while lisa still sat looking at her, it hurts ... hurt me, lisa ... lisa ..!! here first, rain, lisa just smiled and let diki bereduh, lisa crying, and thought it was weird diki with lisa, diki also give her ice cream, .. &#39;&#39; Ne lisa dah I buy you a chocolate ice cream but let&#39;s take shelter!! cool to know!! lisa was ignored diki and stared diki lisa, lisa turns crying, lisa! what is it? why with you, lisa very sick heart, and shortly diki lisa hugged and cried, diki very surprised, and shocked what&#39;s going on, lisa .. what&#39;s up. diki keep asking but continues to cry and hug lisa diki sahabtnya, flush them sanagt torrential rain, diki invite lisa lisa shelter but did not want to, and in the end they rain. and shortly afterwards lisa pointed his hand at her boyfriend, it&#39;s a boy, it was my boyfriend, but ... him with another girl ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;hat .... cin ......... hat ... cin ... diki sneezing. because he had been sick before, hehe .. maap diki yaa ... hat .. hat ... chin chin diki kept sneezing diki ... whether we have to take shelter, let us take shelter first, lisa interesting diki hand, but diki pulled his hand back lisa lisa and embraced. lisa was shocked diki trying to remove the arms, but could not diki lisa lisa continued to hug tightly ... dik dik ... ... diki ... off right? lisa bimgung and fear. lisa ... sorry it me, but I have to say this all along rain, lis ... lisa listen to me carefully ..? torrential rain in the river, lisa .. I love you, I always love more than a friend, I now say because when you hug me before, I can not let go of you, I do not want you hurt anyone, I want to keep you, and always be with you, over the years, each one of you to talk about your girlfriend, I&#39;m actually feeling sick .. but I&#39;m trying to hold it all, because I do not want our friendship broke up here. lisa could only hear the silence diki stunned and could not say anything. lisa ... lisa breathed in the arms of his diki the rain was so heavy, and only in the arms of his diki lisa feel the cold rain with a sore diki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I met a girl so I love, I&#39;ve been with him, I always make it a strong, family conditions are not capable of, and lack of education, I always helped her to always be able to change her life for the better, sometimes she felt so ashamed , and despair, her mother long dead and her father who was not taking care of her anymore, she lived with her grandmother, aged about 19 years old, I fell in love with a girl his age is still young, yes, I fell in love the moment I saw it on market crowd, her grandmother mengendong, only to see a lot of roses in the morning at the market, my grandmother was very old, so he was very dependent on her, and from there was the time I bought flowers for my best friend in the house pain, but he gave me a 1 he asked me if I still have a mother, I was confused by the question when her, what her relationship with her mother, I was still speechless seeing her innocent girl and I said if I was still 2 people have to my parents, and I gave the girl her white roses to give to the mother in me, and I asked him why do not you give it to your mother, and she replied, my mom always I send white roses every day, and this to your mother, but why should white roses, white roses she replied that typify two meanings, that is about the life of a very happy and holy because of his white rose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And one more meaning what? then she just smiled and left me time, and I did not stop from there, my curiosity and I admire her too, always comes to the market early in the morning to see, and it turns out he always comes to the market only to buy roses putih.Dan hose 3 days I could if I had secretly seen, and I&#39;ve come up early in the morning first, come to a common temapt he went to, and I give it 2 tangakai roses, but the girl smiled, and thanked her, and she took another 5 stalks of white roses, I&#39;m more curious and at other days I was always arrive early to give 7 bungai stem white roses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I do not want another day to give flowers 7 stalks but I would give 70 flower stalk, with his heart happy and my confidence, I waited for her, I waited for her a long time, but it did not come, and until it was already noon, she did not come on the market soon, and then I was asked the usual flower seller he bought, I asked his address, and it gave the address of a florist girl, and with her I&#39;m happy, I immediately came to his house, and to at home I smell the white roses so sharp, and it turns out his small, neat and beautiful darting roses there is so much there in his yard, then why did he buy it every day, if you have a lot on his page?? I was continue to move into the house, all of a sudden she was busy taking care of her grandmother, who was ill, she seemed very confused and I immediately go and help him, he was surprised how I knew her, and rose 70 it is for what? Why do you take so much interest, I did not answer it, because I knew he was anxious, and I tried to bring her grandmother to the hospital, but he did not want to, because she had said she did not want to come back to the hospital, because it could be a grandmother My shock, and not long kemudia grandmother holding her hand with my hand, and the old woman smiled and said please watch my grandchildren, the grandmother wanted a break, I&#39;d be happy to answer I will keep this beautiful grandchildren grandmother, grandmother smiled and closed his eyes, and the day her grandmother was a break for ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;grandmother since she left I always come to her house to send white roses, 7 stems, 3 days later the girl asked for more, he asked for 77 stems of white roses, happily I was always brought her, and I fell in love with girl, my affection is growing every day, innocent beauty and her attitude that makes me want to always stare at her, and then I reveal my feelings was true, and she just smiled a little and said, I was born with a condition that like this, but I want change, I want to be like second parents to me and my grandmother, I do not know what her intent was, and he said, I know you are the son of a respectable and segani many people and I ask for your excess that you taught to me, if I could change it I will accept you, I wondered what he meant, and I had to clarify his question and she asked him to teach the Koran, studied as he knows, because I do not understand what they are learning out there, I do not ever want to learn when I was 2 parents lived to me, once I was very diligent follow to learn out there, but since the second my parents are not there I felt all of it is useless, and my grandmother always reminded me that science is useful even when in any parent expecting my prayers always, and now I know what he meant was that girl, and I was happy to teach all that I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;keesok the day I started teaching and have always brought flowers 77 stems, I taught him everything he asked for and within 3 days he was able to take your lessons well, so I suspect he&#39;s actually been able to or just playing me, I do not know , and then I find out it turns to the two parents died from traffic accidents, and she was stressed and in shock that she was afraid to do it all, and I&#39;m very happy to beremu with him, I&#39;d say it again, because he already knows it all and I declare my feeling is back, and she was smiling back at me, is not the answer that he gave a smile but I do not know that?? I also continue to be patient, be patient and wait for his answer, and he said that tomorrow he will go to the next village and I would not have come, I offered to accompany her but she did not want to, so in went alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;after 3 days did not meet her I missed her, and I immediately came to his house, because it&#39;s been 3 days and when I get there, the usual flowers wafted from afar, why now I do not smell it, I was with quick steps to his house, and it turns out she was sick, and there he was in the company of a woman neighbor who used to help him and his grandmother, I am very worried for her and I saw her she seemed very ill, but he is like him withstand the pain. I was letting him rest and I put the rose into his front room, and the mother was smiling at me, I also took the mother was sitting in the front room, and when I asked her what the hospital, the mother was just mengelurkan tears, I&#39;m getting confused, what is this, in fact he can be said about the condition of his right mind ever trsakiti, since he was 17 years old, he became like this, he actually he was born of a family which is probably more than you, but as he celebrates birthday him suddenly there was a robbery at her home, and her father was kidnapped and her mother chase and crash, when he tried to save her, and she was discarded on the street just like that, and she was depressed when she saw the 2 parents died pathetic. and now he is suffering from brain cancer, doctors bilan his mind that he thought too hard and then he hit his head on a stone throw away, so there is a clogged blood in his brain from impact, and he would never be brought to the hospital because he missed the his mother, she wanted to meet with his family, he was desperate. 7 stalks and flowers every day he bought it for his mother&#39;s grave to your left, and the 10 he took in kebunya, so the number 17, was due to two when his parents died at the age of 17, and now 77 year old grandmother 77 by Therefore he always asked 77 stalks to you. and now he lay sick, and only he knows where the pain is, because each one of us asked him just smiled sweetly and said he was fine. I was very sad because all this interest is only to make his room smell fragrant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I had approached him and held his hand, I said, my sweet girl I&#39;ve ever met, I love my girl, smart girl, you are currently closing your eyes, but I&#39;m sure you hear me and you also currently hold pain, my girl I love, I just want to say that I love you, my tears were unstoppable akhrinya fall, I can not Defense all this, why do you have to lie with me, now what should I do, if You will leave me, I want to take you to the hospital but you do not want to, and only in this house you survive, will you leave me alone here, you have to persevere and want treatment, then when you go, how about a rose- your roses are beautiful, there in the garden, he would dry and withered, and he will die,,, too sad, let my girls get up is smart, and we have the same water the flowers and playing in the market to buy flowers as much as possible, we learn together, you try to remember how we met and how I get to know you, for me, you are a little girl who I really love, I want to always keep you and make you happy with deputy roses that adorn our homes. I was very sad and I&#39;m supposed to do. I do not want to lose my little girl, and now suddenly he can hardly breathe I was so scared, and I&#39;d call my mother, and my mother was just reading the verses of the Qur&#39;an, I was a small whisper in your sleep that hard, right sorry I am, I love, I love, I do not want to lose you, because what I mean without you, and I mengendongnya and brought to the hospital, with her mother, mother forbade me, but I&#39;ve got to take it to the house sick, I may stay without doing anything, because the condition was not possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;after reaching the hospital, I was waiting for him, I held his hand tightly, and before long he realizes himself, with his limp and very pale face, and he had tears in his eyes, and pulled my hands, and I hugged her, whispering I love I love, I will not let you walk away, I love you, my little girl, my girl hard then whisper my reply, quiet dear I&#39;m fine, I&#39;m sorry too, I should not ask for something? I asked her a rose and then I broke down and took the first stalks of roses to her, and she just kissed her fragrant roses, and whispered, go ye into the flower garden behind the house, he was there between the white roses red roses, and down there there is something for you, and he kept whispering to me, and he momentarily taking her breath, and she kept reciting verses from the holy Qur&#39;an, and pulled my hand slowly and memegannya tightly and whispered, I love you, forgive me, I was calmly replied I love you more than you know, and he let go of my hand and I saw him smile and closed his eyes with a smile, and that&#39;s for good, she&#39;s gone I died, and I now here alone without the presence of you, I hugged her tightly to his last when he could no longer open his eyes to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I had come to his house and look at the flowers are still blooming in the garden and the day it smells fragrant smell from a distance, I was surrounded by the seluruhan and there was only one red rose stalk her empire, and I got closer and I saw there was a small box covered with dry leaves, and I was open in the black roses, white roses and it seems he keeps is dry, and there was a letter sheets, and in his writing:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll come to my flower garden, how your news with my flowers today?? I&#39;m sure you&#39;re okay, and I know now is the day 7 since I left, I knew that we both like 7, without you knowing it I know we are the same, and I&#39;ve been told that the white roses symbolize 2 meaning that I had, the first was a symbol of a life full of happiness in his purity as white roses, I always go looking for a white rose for my mother, and now I can not send my mother, I ask you please send the flowers to the two war My parents and my grandmother, and I&#39;m sure, dear, ehmm&#39;ve wiped your eyes, I do not want to see you cry, surely someday we can meet in heaven, keep your good self, I&#39;m sorry, I as long as this does not give you an answer because I can not accompany you to the present. but love me, I love you, I love you, that&#39;s what you always whisper through your heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;and meaning to the two of the white rose is, instead of the happiness she can symbolize grief, aka always come to us because there are ups and downs in our daily life, remove your tears, do not you wet my garden this with tears kesediha , I do not want it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m sorry I left you, because God has picked me up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m sorry, I love you,,,,,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;after his departure each day I spend my time in the flower garden, and the only flowers she left getaranya I could feel that he was here with me ku.dan he always sent flowers every day in his grave and his family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;we have to accept that there was no story that is not perfect,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;as always in dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;and dreams do not always come true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;no beginning and no end that may decompose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;all there is sorrow there happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;which can not hurt my heart says&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lover farewell, sweet endless aching&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;it was too beautiful story, now all the ends are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;but I try to live it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;lover goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2456727117160290457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-is-too-beattiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/2456727117160290457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/2456727117160290457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-is-too-beattiful.html' title='love is too beattiful'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTnEZG1XEQJOkVf-34_aNpE0Rllxr-I9cjWZO2BUhtrutBF78dgSBfmLzfdzNQ5leEiUpcmJSuJ_lN85SdFixYPJP5Bu86C_G9JSXc34gMoNlTshiPyXEqZ0fKbv9JBoUM0pCQCI3gHg/s72-c/mutia2re.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-6283224475758061843</id><published>2013-02-01T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-01T02:14:03.636-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>back romance of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoaM21aXS4quFwrKQpgQVujk1vI2fvXJtCM3l1_h9DC4MLA4bpoSluBh7_RrjkTN89wb43vl_zHB2TPa7SKV5vVYwUugtwalBZ7a6XvfBim144F1aYGvm2fWGIoPBeCOqST08hh2F2BM/s1600/DSC05571.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoaM21aXS4quFwrKQpgQVujk1vI2fvXJtCM3l1_h9DC4MLA4bpoSluBh7_RrjkTN89wb43vl_zHB2TPa7SKV5vVYwUugtwalBZ7a6XvfBim144F1aYGvm2fWGIoPBeCOqST08hh2F2BM/s320/DSC05571.JPG&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all this time I feel it, I&#39;m waiting, no news from them-they, and so many problems that I&#39;m facing, but I&#39;m lucky to have friends and family who always understand me, and my life is always encouraged, so I remained, waiting long wait, but everything is very short, all long since brought my own mind, until the problem is not so important these days surrounds me, keep thinking positive is the key to a positive result as well, I was initially difficult to change your mind for the better, how I think, a very difficult, I change, but slowly, sincerely, I can change it if not all, but I&#39;m sure I will, because of you guys who motivate my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 month later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I finally found you, I always look forward to hearing from you, I find it hard to accept that you&#39;re no longer on my side, I was always on your prejudice, and ultimately my life gelisa and gelisa, the days in which we live with missing so fast, and I think it&#39;s difficult and takes a long time or even I think it&#39;s not mungkin.dan this time I really feel and I believe life is simple ... when I was a lot of problems I can not solve, and so many people who had left me, and I&#39;m afraid they are no longer news, but because of friends and my brother all I can get through this, I am grateful to the Almighty Allah has brought for me by friends who are part all of my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;lover who once lost, which has long been no news, which often left me, now he&#39;s back with better news, my best friend, who I initially thought I could not meet him again I could see them again,, my problem I guess I was not able alone to deal with it, but by the way you gave me to always think positive, and it turns out I can deal with it, now I can do it, it turns out God does listen to my prayers, and now all there in front of my eyes, and staying one step further, but if one measures it is near or far .... I guess it&#39;s all the same as you, life is simple really, so of course I had to get closer again my positive thoughts, so all I can exceed the positive things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did not expect that today, everything I want can I get for a short way, the good news, a meeting between you and me, makes me more calm, and I hope if you come back to leave me, I&#39;m more prepared to wait for news of you who either sooner or later, but I make sure to always be able to meet you again ... I finally thought I did not find you, I know you are, it turns out what I feel you too can feel it, so that magnets could soon meet there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;ll see you again here ....... I always wish and hope for you. him back ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiet dear, I will surely come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiet dear, I would pick you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiet dear, I&#39;ll definitely keep my promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do not cry, I&#39;m sure you picked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do not cry, remove your tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m definitely coming, calm affection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;because you are the greatest woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hug my body, and died in the arms of my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;let the universe know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You belong to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6283224475758061843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/back-romance-of-love_7019.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/6283224475758061843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/6283224475758061843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/02/back-romance-of-love_7019.html' title='back romance of love'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoaM21aXS4quFwrKQpgQVujk1vI2fvXJtCM3l1_h9DC4MLA4bpoSluBh7_RrjkTN89wb43vl_zHB2TPa7SKV5vVYwUugtwalBZ7a6XvfBim144F1aYGvm2fWGIoPBeCOqST08hh2F2BM/s72-c/DSC05571.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-8853311310871525345</id><published>2013-01-31T06:15:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T23:53:14.914-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>left love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Her lonely tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Her cold tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;without it your self here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m living again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m here for so long I&#39;ve waited for you, even if you&#39;re not doing, I&#39;m here alone waiting for you, distrust, worry sometimes disturb me, I&#39;m here love you, and always menuggu you, because I love you sincerely from the heart, not been away from this heart, this heart really can not afford.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;night so fast that morning came, when we were together you said to me, that we would be together forever, but now you go out on the grounds that I do not know, and you come back with as you, I am? why do you do as needed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I have someone that I love, and even though sometimes it still makes me hesitate, because he often walked away, and one day I sat down and talked with him about this relationship, I do not want to wait too long it said, but I do not understand the that is, until one day when my problem came, he left me, this is not the first time he left me, but why is my feeling today is much more gelisa and more toward care, and there is no suspicion, but what did he do?? I also still survive, but why had not been no word from him, I tried to find out whereabouts but no one dared to tell me to say for sure, my feeling began to emerge again, what is it exactly, I wanted this time he is here with me, to share stories, and only he can make me tougher, where you are now, why until now there is no news, I miss you, even though you are making me sick, and angry, but I&#39;m sure in your heart that the inside, all that you did for us better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;love and love who knows love is coming, and the love was gone, I had to do, though my days were quiet without you that always makes me mad, I was confused what&#39;s going on, I kept looking for him, because there is usually He left without a word, and until now there is no news, and I feel you have to go far, if you lie to me, because this time you really hurt my feelings, and I could not resist this pain, you should not give reason You go away, and leave me in the meet problems, they think you left for me, so I cornered by those who do not like me with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;1 month later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m tired of having to wait for you, and forgive me, I was forced to go to find out where you and your reason, I was with a considerable distance away and even though I should be able to walk pain to figure out what really happened, I came to his brother&#39;s house, and there they were all no one accepted me, they are not about providing the voice to me, I must start first, but they seemed very angry with me, I had to do, I want it to go from there but I can not , because I survived here for you, and I ventured to continue to make him angry, and in the end they menceitakan her, with anger, tears all in one, and they said:&#39;&#39; He used to go and back away, and often disappeared and now I do not know how I could stop it all, because it&#39;s all wrong you, why do not you leave him&#39;&#39;, why do I have left? yes because he is going to make you happy with your family because he did not want to disappoint you and your family, because you are born of the family store, while we&#39;re here, a family that completely fits-passan and our families are falling apart, even all Everyone knows will ruin our families dumb, but we had to fix everything, but she&#39;s your lover, you want it resolved membahagia and your family, he wanted to prove to everyone that he can take you into the palace&#39;&#39; I was very surprised after pu heard the story from one of 1 brother, and it turns out he used to make me angry, restless, suspicious, so I left it that, because she was actually hard to leave me, now I have to find you where? I do not know where you where, it turns out you go to please me, and your own family to membutikakan if you can, but why did you leave without me know, and she did not want me to worry and terlau think about it, but you wrong, I&#39;m here thinking about you right, I&#39;m looking for you, long Kanu no news, I have to do? I&#39;m not demanding you so much, as long as we can together can do the best for them, but why do you do it without me, I&#39;m here to feel sick, as if I&#39;m in your family&#39;s eyes I force you for all you do , I do not, I do not like what they think, I love you and I want us to do it together, but out there you work hard for everything, I want to be with you and mengapai this dream together, but why did you leave me again, and I&#39;m living again, if you accidentally that I work out a deal, and a myriad of problems that exist here without you, I,,,,,,,,, I knew I had to finish that matters here, that all quickly resolved and we get together, I need you ......... now, because it&#39;s too beautiful for me to live alone, and you know I was wrong so grumpy and ego is so big, and it turns out you did it to made all the better, I miss you, and I&#39;m here to prove that I would be able to solve problems without you and I&#39;m here and waiting for you,,,,,, I ... I .. I love you, I&#39;m sorry, I can not leave you for no reason that I do not have, and that is not without reason. whatever happens we live once, and if we are not in the joint or common destiny we&#39;ve tried it anyway so it does not hurt her to continue living in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m waiting for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8853311310871525345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/01/left-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/8853311310871525345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583108966574926633/posts/default/8853311310871525345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romanticeoflove.blogspot.com/2013/01/left-love.html' title='left love'/><author><name>nurulpuji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804228226776672676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jIEQ1PmatSeBhQ50qSxAoDS5ffbB3r9v5UJoJMy-5xuyU9ltmOX8DNHzTBnbj3dyNhpbCzmd-I47b83-sPvkQI42poVX5Fdf-x8PW1nTi1Y15DR-PWbb9WhOsR3hXEN776jq6VdrFLU/s72-c/DSC05429.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583108966574926633.post-2136089648990695795</id><published>2013-01-30T01:15:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-30T01:18:12.430-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>feelings of love hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you think? you think? you feel? love? hate? dear? missed? problem? happiness? sadness? failure? or success? yes all of that is in the thoughts and feelings you each? not much that needs to be underlined, because actually it&#39;s all there for you are still alive?? yes alive, because your life can feel all of that. in fact his life is simple, do not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day, there was a girl who was in her distress and rampant with all his worries and panic in her life, and at that time, all of a sudden when he wanted to try to be able to withstand the flavors are not as tasty as the disease -liver disease, her very best efforts, many days what he thinks, just a positive attitude, despite sometimes negative is always trying to get into a positive mind, a few days she was able to stem it and survive, but one time, she gets dar news of a friend, when his friend in a state is not good, and she could not see his friend sad, because his friend was in a place she did not know where it is, then she got the information back, if her friend needed her, she was trying to bring a feeling of quieter but because of his panic, the girl was finally forget about the positive things, that there is a sense gelisa, worried, confused, resa, fear, girl friend really hope there is someone to take her to a distant friend, but not No one dared to lead the way to your friend, then she tried to call his friends to calm herself, because her habits are often blurred, if she was not quiet, and did not think 2 x for better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;after she gets referrals and advice, she has not fully accepted it, because it has not lost her panic, so she just think if all his friends underestimate her because she was panicked, and she started to get angry with themselves for no good reason, and all of the blame, but more often she always blames himself, so what he does not have a point, she was already starting to hate myself, and one sahabtnya again just tell him to meet with his friend the other, because she could not just in omongin wrote, and it must deal with a friend who is willing to listen to the new girl, but unfortunately she was hard to see her, who is she always panic and calm,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;after a few days finally met her best friend, and a kind friend, he simply advised the mengertaknya little word, that she immediately understood, would be the problem, and that needs to be underlined is that he said, life is simple and short anyway, everyone would have a problem and every problem that they are addressing the subject of his, if he respond with calm and not panic as your habit it can certainly be overcome quickly, she was confused and he was still trying to listen to him, though afraid because of his bullying that still made him feel guilty, but she was trying to survive, ng made her cry and cry fear yes because he must believe in what his friend was talking about, yes, life is actually very simple, just now you calm your mind , take a deep breath and slowly remove it and close your eyes, think about something negative, and how are you feeling, she had replied so bad and want to feel like I was mad, and now breathing again as it was originally, and start think what you want to do with the issue? is now doing again take a breath, as before, and now think about positive things, and how you can deal with your problem, if your problem no obstacles and problems that hinder you, what are you doing? think positively, and resolve your problem as soon as possible. and the girl who initially difficult to speak, and it is difficult to accept all the advice now suddenly turned into a girl&#39;s feeling comfortable and quieter, and his friend said, how simple is not it? The girls can smile blush, because initially he could not feel anything but a sense of tightness in the chest, the heart is not calm now changed in a short time, yes my friend, life is very simple, do is the best, and remember keep calm and do not easily panic if there is a problem, because the problem could be resolved, the issue could aja, let alone a small problem, is not it, so now you change your way of thinking, your feelings, change is becoming more calm and peaceful, all must be quiet as well, it all depends on your own thoughts. &#39;&#39; Life is simple and of course life is just a moment in regret if we think that the negative always makes us alive but not living&#39;&#39; right? yes yes ....!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;after that the thoughts and feelings she calmed down and she would always try to stay positive and always thinking, if you want all the things better, simple right? yes yes!! just like that why bother!! living well like this really at making complicated!! bring life to the more positive your feelings. right? yes yes? hehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simply right ...........................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;after a while, I was silent, and there was no answer from a friend who is very I watch, but now I also g can tell him to change, but if I&#39;m wrong, because I know, we are always talking together when there is a problem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;after a while I lost my best friend, and I graduated from college, but I did not get the first true I had, whether it was not a true friend? I know, maybe in his eyes I was a nobody, but he was my best friend. and I regard it as part of my family, I went ahead and wish I could meet him again, but I was always patient, every meeting there must be separation, and any separation that we will be given another chance not to bertmu ato her back, it hayan Allah knows, and just intentions and with the permission of Allah. after I finished my course, I like a tramp, who lives on top of my suitcase, yeah because every day I have moved around here and there for no good reason, and I finally decided to boarding, and it turns out I was shocked, living in boarding at first I thought it could be in handalkan, but I have not been able to fully love my new world, and I bahagiannya teryata, when I get a boarding house, suddenly there is a male figure that seemed familiar to me, he was boarding tablets for women, why There his son, and it turned out really dugaaan me, he was my neighbor in the village, and I was wondering how could be boarding daughter, and teryata as he introduced his wife, I was shocked and very surprised, because his wife is sahabt I&#39;ve been looking for, and teryata she was married, I was so happy that I could meet him again, I&#39;d say hello but she seemed shy with me, or lazy with me, I also do not know, but at least I&#39;ve met an old friend I am looking for This, even though he does not consider me one. and after that I had to be in one roof with my best friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;already 1 week in the dorm I&#39;m trying to love my world, because I want to be free, and I want to be more independent, though I can say that now I was not maintained and can not be guaranteed, but I have one that is guaranteed my freedom, I started feel the beauty of freedom and I began to love myself and my life is, it all depends on our hearts, so I had to bersaha to always forgive myself and love myself seutuh her. I had one week with my best friend, but why he is less likely to respond to me, I also do not understand what is in the thoughts and feelings when I met him again, what I feel is not the same as me? I have always tried to approach her again, so that my friendship back to normal, because I know a friend that the bond will not change, and though sometimes he does not care about me, ignoring me, and do not listen to me, and a little hard stance, but I always be patient, because it is not as easy as mebalikan hand to a friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I was in a boarding house along with my best friend and I finally made it yield, because it turns out he is not familiar with me as before, my efforts meghasilkan slowly turns, I finally found my best friend first, a friend that I was looking for. now I find love with a friend. That friend, though he remained friends raised sink you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I walked a long time to see and hear, I often separated with my friends, I have my best friend as a child, I would have no schools, and even in the same angry parent when I was 7-10 years old, so maybe you think that age friendship nothing yet, once every time I go to school, I always waited for my friend, if he had not come to pick me up that I could not go to school, because if I go without it, I felt at school no one, well often but I also do not know, sometimes my friends do not pass in front of my house, because he might be complicated to set off my taste, I kept waiting for my friend, I did not go to school aka if my friend does not pick up or pass in front of my house, and often times I cried because my mother had to deliver me to the goal, but I&#39;m still lazy to go to school if I do not go home with him dar, I was very naughty time until now anyway,,,, but dah ga lot anyway, just wrote a little, and then I also often every school I went straight home game to my friends house all day until I lost track of time, I think-it was felt he was my brother, because I was the first child, and my younger boys, often times I fight at a time was with my sister, so I&#39;m lazy at home, because sometimes one really got me angry, but I also does not want to budge naughty together my sister. if the school holiday morning I went to his house until late evening, I also often picked up by my mother, even as terlalunya me, I&#39;m on leave was not picked up, and I was late mala between pulng by her best friend, and certainly got home I could mad, especially my dad, when I can get angry often severe by my father, no matter what I&#39;ve felt what my father gave me the same, from the lightest to the heaviest blow, from a smooth blow up rough, but it did not make me aware and kapok, I&#39;d constantly playing and keep playing at home my friend, until they told me I was twins, I was binging parent when clearly we are different, yes because of our familiarity that makes us like twins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;home when my best friend away from me, I also wonder, how I used to think it was great ya-way from one end to bold and ga tired, and now when I grow really far,, so, yeah when I play, I climbed a tree, as a kid I&#39;m most good at climbing trees, I&#39;ve always been a mainstay of rock climbing companions umtuk affairs, and that afternoon I heard my mother go, and I do not usually play close to home so my house looks, and I saw my mother go, and when I was in the tree I was not aware that I was in the trees, I finally rush and I fell down, I hit a rock next to the eye, so bruised, lucky I can still see though was swollen, and I was in between home by my friend, not in the notice or immediately in my Sift together the love drug, uh even in angry, plus another blow. humm i ne was really buikin to two parents furious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;ever since that incident I began to decrease play to my best friend, I also wonder why a time, I kept the play to his best friend, why do my friends rarely play to my house. I know and have met and become friends and I went to school since kindergarten, and until I was in 6th grade, my best friend I always obey his will, even though he never returned my desire. whenever there is a problem I never left, I was always in the back of her even though I do not know what the problem at that time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;6 years passed ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;now me and my best friend was in 6th grade and we are always together, and until graduation came. I&#39;m very happy though I was bad but my Allhamdulilah achievement in school is very good time for me, heheh and finally we entered junior high school, but it turned out to be my best friend left me, he did not go to school with me, she went to her grandmother&#39;s place, I&#39;m very sad, because I left behind by my best friend at school, and I was actually already planning when I was junior high, I will prepare a seat for me and my best friend, but ........ I turned out to be more independent and I had to step without her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I was in junior high school, I miss my best friend, I missed it, I wrote a letter to my best friend, if her mother menjengkuk, and my letter was in reply to, and right there in writing we will be together until death, I am very happy at the time, that I will not lose sahabtaku, despite distance, correspondence goes on, but .... Why I sent three letters have been no reply from him, and when the holidays arrive, he was like I had forgotten, as he passed in front of my house, I do not see it as it once was, he just quietly like just met. What might be because we are teenagers, so there is no shame, unlike a child, I thought like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I&#39;ve often sent him a letter and find news about my friend, but he never again tried to find out about me, I heard he&#39;s fine, I&#39;m very grateful though many letters that have been piling up in her room, I was not tapu never got a reply, and news of him began to disappear. so I&#39;m no longer send letters because she already knew, that often I send a letter had already been no balasanya. I also had disappeared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;time went on I was growing up, I&#39;ve started to go in high school and I wish I could meet and one school with my best friend, and eventually it turns out I&#39;m one school with her I was very excited because I get to see him again and hope all will be as it once was, and it turns out my hunch was wrong, as I began to approach him and I began to invite her to come back, really tastes like a reluctant he was with me, if he no longer wanted to be friends with me, and I was one school with her but my best friend at that time, He majored in languages, and I IPA, so its distance farther though one school, every time I play in class break her but not much response, I finally embarrassed jka I should like it, and I decided to let it all free, I&#39;ve no longer with him, and I was no longer to her class, I&#39;m sad ..........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;what happens next .....??? whether they can return to normal, or even all of them pretty up here, just follow the next story, yes,,, and at 2 am weleh ne, er ga sleepy anyway but my fingers are curling ne, heheh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;there was a girl who lived far away from urban areas, call her daughter, born in Manokwari, everyday girls who are always filled with smiles and laughter, joking and so forth, it does have the attitude of women who do not like silent men, and the a daughter has a new best friend, and her new friends call it men, since women are friends and sons and daughters knew that his days were always cheerful and always fill the day with a smile, grew more cheerful now, all that he had grown to more meaningful as friend new, playful attitude nosy daughter, often makes men angry with the attitude of the daughter, but the daughter still wrote nosy, well her name is like a nosy daughter can not silence, and then the day with his son introduced his name adi son, daughter was very happy to have a friend recently, considered them as his own daughter, and often their communication, uh yeah forgot some ne story with long-distance lo, ga close together, but it can make a long distance they have each other and look after each other, so they just telephone-telephone nan , and one day the son is very busy with her work, women still do not want to dwell always interfere and disrupt the son ya finally son has not responded daughter, her daughter did not want to stop bothering son, and to the extent that today it is very, very busy son and daughter told beforehand not to be disturbed, and the princess was very sad, he was a little conscious, if I had been too distracting them? asked the princess, and the princess was finally remedy some days it does not interfere with the son but it was with a sense of calm that is not, and at that time he always asked how son through adi, adi and the news was always menceritkan son, now daughter was also disturbing adi, thankfully adi is also one fer, so good in the chat especially berjanda. joking joking and joking, until the daughter was deeply felt keakrapannya, until the day of a performance feel miss the sura&#39;s daughter&#39;s son, she wanted to, joking on the son, but the son was still busy so women less likely to get a response, because men have more than indifferently attitude daughter, so the daughter felt a sense of longing that can not be cured, alright I&#39;ll try to let her little quiet without any interference from me, asked the daughter, and the daughter akhrinya adi tells the daughter that was longing to sound precious sons and daughters that were advised son can not be bothered, but because of longing, sometimes daughter always wrote adarepon though not interfere, and although sometimes women feel upset, yes yes to, wong ga responded, ending also one of whom, his son already told me she was very busy. Princess had missed by son when she contacted adi, and sharing to adi, adi have always responded well, because adi know that real women longing and loneliness because men are still busy, even asked his precious daughter, until when the son would be like this, what should I do? yah meskinya you realize myself and you who she is? adi replied, confused daughter what he meant, then he thought for a moment, about what was said by adi, she is who I am, whether I ga deserves to be a friend of the son, if I&#39;m too much of an attitude that I give to the son? what the purpose of all of this, and the daughter was trying to eliminate the negative things he had in mind, my daughter was momentarily forgotten the words of adi, then on another day to contact adi daughter, she as usual there is no day without being intrusive, and not know what that tells adi daughter if she did not like the way the princess, the daughter was sad, what&#39;s going on, what happened yag, whether they are already bored with me? whether I bully them, confused daughter so the daughter remembered the words adi, I who lake who are you? peak princess realized, huh! how stupid of me, it means that its accounting was too much joking, which all were of a respectable family, I try to make them as my friends that there are close to me, they are more mature when I am, I may be in the eyes of their young children who like to interfere, I consciously silly me, why should I interfere with their daily lives which are always filled with stuff that is useful, and I usually just annoying them, said the daughter, finally daughter was trying to not disturb them because the daughter was upset and felt guilty because my daughter was afraid, I who she is, that&#39;s what girls should learn from this moment, forgive all the mistakes women yes. . . Those who are friends with the daughter, hehehe ok success always for you,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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