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Bliss

Talk about sweetness.

When I went there, and saw Bapak's face, I knew something. He loves me enough as his own daughter. Although I feel a little bit disappointed because he ignored me, don't even look me in the eyes but I understand why. He doesn't want me to get hurt. Or he think so.
Well I did feel hurt, but not because of what will happen, but because what was happened, but I'm healed. Totally and properly. And I wish Bapak and Inaq feel the same too. We will always be their daughter and son, whatever happens.

Back into some weeks before, when Inaq Tuan call me. She said something hilarious. And I laughed, laughed, and laughed. In that time, I feel Inaq Tuan as a best-friend-who'll-always-have-my back. She said something every girl need hear when they broken heart. Even I'm not one, I still very grateful for it. And say 'Aamiin' for every good thing she wish me for. Like Bapak, maybe she took it into different direction. But I don't feel need to clarify anything, everything as clear as summer sky for me, at least for me.

Finally, at night I packed to back to Bali and Windy came to me in cried, said she can't sleep, I feel my heart will burst. This little girl adores me, even her attitude said vice versa. Then I took her hand, brought her to bed, cover her with blanket, hug her, pat her back repeatedly, and ten minutes after that she was took off to the lalala land.

What did I do to have these people?
They love me so much till sometimes its hurt. Because I can't give them enough.

But that's not the point, because all the time I only focused in few things I don't have in my life, yet abandoned all beautiful thing Allah give me, and never take it from me.

Astagfirullahadzim.

Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah for everything. For made me realized all of this. For other people maybe it's nothing, but for me, it made up everything.

I know in the future I won't always meet flowery roads, but look forward for it. Because I believe in Allah'a plan, its always beyond beautiful, even sometimes it took me long enough to understand. No fear, Allah will always be there, guide me and never leave me alone. And I wish I always can do the same. Aamiin.

Sunday Morning, counting my bliss.

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