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The Dream

I got a dream last night.

A dream that can make a smile unconsciously appears in my face. Silly me.

It was that kind of dream. A dream when you finally met your Prince charming. And I'll proudly say that it wasn't a sappy one. But the very me one.

In my dream, I met some people. One of them is a man that I can make a conversation animatedly. He always gave me first priority yet I didn't think it was something special. Till his sister (played by my dear lil-sis in Singaraja) told me. Said 'I don't if you're a an idiot or really ignorant. But my brother has show you all kind of sign. Yet you can't grasped it.' Then she tsked-tsked and gave me that teasing smile.

So the re-remember begins. Each of our encounters replayed in my mind. The accidentally stolen times, the great talk, the sweet help. And I saw it. Really saw it: the look in his eyes. The look that flickered many emotions without says anything. And I understand it very well.

But he doesn't know that I knew. So when we met again, it was me who can't comprehend myself. I stuttered and fidgeting the hem of my shirt. And he still look at me with the same attentive manner. I knew when he say it and look at me with those eyes, I won't denied everything. Because I can't. Because finally in my life I feel whole. I feel I can say yes without any hesitation. And I feel I found it, something that I search everyday in my life.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately he didn't say it. Because I woke up the moment he asked 'Whats wrong?'. At first I think it was just a dream. Then I wondering when Allah will make ut come true? Will He? Because I feel I didn't deserve it. Because I'm an ungrateful servant.

But no more. I won't think bad about it. Because Allah is what we think about Him. I always can stay negative, but I also can choose to be positive. And I chose it. I believe this is a sign from Allah that I will met him soon.

The funny thing is, even my dream is very livid and the raw emotions still fresh in the morning, I can't remember his face precisely. I just knew he had a black hair, a thick and straight one. He have a fair skin, not white but not very dark. Just like me. The natural beige. He not devastatingly handsome, yet not ugly. You can say he have a plain facial features, but nothing plain about his personality. Even better because he is someone new. No attaching name.

He is calm, patient, and always smile. He makes me feel save and comfortable. I can go on and on write about him. But let say that he is my soulmate. I think that summarized everything :-D.

Regardless it was only a dream, I feel so grateful. It was a beautiful gift from Allah. I'll cherish it. And I'll pray harder to make it come true, soon. Aamiin Yaa Rabb.

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