chapter 5 :

I know my prayers are bad for him. At the end of the prayer I asked Allah to always give him happiness in lieu of the sadness that I made

"I just asked for that, how come rabb. That's nothing more. Later after I get angry, etc. I will return him to Allah, it's up to me what to do with my friends, it's okay."

I said innocently without thinking about the consequences for me.

Lecture. Here it turns out I met a man. He is one campus, one aspect, one faculty. One class. I don't know why there is a deep feeling when I see it. If not there he feels like something is missing. We are one aspect, he rarely comes in. So one group is often punished. At that time the universe seemed to tell me to be close to him. Yes, finally we are close. Yes, I approached him first. I forced him to like me, forced him to look at me. At that time I was like a parasite, I was with him but his soul wanted another woman. I forced it because I remembered. I have to love, play love now, if not now? Because after this I am old too. It's not worth playing love. When together, we always make fuss. I'm angry. Until finally we parted. We're not parting ways either. I killed the feeling of being alive. And he? Ah I don't know.

I had time to find out about him. And I just found out that he was that man. The man whose name was always presented by Allah when I was in junior high school and the man who I refused to attend when I was in high school. He is the same person.

If you observe from beginning to end I say a lot of prayers. Yes, I do like to pray. Whatever I communicate to the khaliq. So that I don't choose the wrong choice and take the wrong step.