1 Chapter 1 First Perception

This story comes after I, who now act as a nut class writer, received thousands of fatwas about mentality that are being very vociferously talked about. My soul was called when my own friend told me how his condition was being mentally dropped because of an age difference that had changed drastically for the worse.

Then when I came across the various realities that always disturbed my sleep, until finally I decided to choose a title with this word for my work. With full hope every reader will be able to feel, be aware and also sick that will eventually heal with a persistence of therapy.

This book that is far from fast I forced to appear on one of the platforms that have been famous for its progress. Educating the mind without educating the heart is as bad as education. And that perspective is true.

From this article I would like to invite readers to take a short break, massage the head and widen the chest. Laying down, regulating breathing and stretching the face.

So that everything I write can seep to the bottom of the heart, not aim to hypnotize or make you die. I just want us to get up together, to realize that every body that's ever been hurt can join hands again without pause. Make the diseased become a human being a thousand gods who can dart up.

This story begins when a human being, human being or other designation that can describe him was born in the world through the narrow womb of his mother who when growing up even the child is like an enemy who is able to take it for granted.

The boy who has the nickname as "The Black" on the grounds that his skin is indeed extinguished in bright rays, especially when darkness, he is able to blend into one with the color. The child who cries when he makes it out of his mother's womb, with a thousand tears and laughter attending to every face of his parents. The adhan was the first voice that my father gave him. Even tears usually subside, and turn around with laughter or fall asleep with a thousand calms.

The man grew up with a variety of lights accompanying each step, ranging in colors that were colored to those that looked dark and ordinary. His feet were always forced to run in the middle of the storm.

His body is small, dwarf. Black with neat white teeth. His face was covered with complementary dimples.

The cry of his birth was the beginning of a life he did not yet understand, a few years of ignorance could protect him before a war began and destroy him in just a moment.

Problems come from many corners of the world that he did not understand before.

Eiittsss, as soon as the introduction of his book, I explain in the next chapter.

This book will explain the soosk in detail, teaching the sleeper to motivate and make your heart feel pain. Writing that is packed with various spices that are inserted into it. Spicy, sweet, wry and other flavors that may not be able to be read and explained only through words.

Thousands of dictions born is a sign that humans will still live even though their bodies are stiff buried in the ground. And when that time came, when my body was buried in the ground by force and in the family's tears. I really hope that moment is my happiest point. You can meet Him (God) who is above the Almighty.

Although they will quickly forget me, I would very much hope that thousands of do'a will still flow through whatever I accidentally live in the world. (We're going to die this heheh)

Previously you could also get to know me, unfinished onions are even ready to be harvested. Born from the narrow womb of a mother who was amazing to me. A very beautiful mother her face and smooth speech said. Very gentle and very wise. With a hardworking father and always praise his God, with the addition of a clever, obedient, and handsome brother of course.

They are a color to me, although the path is not always straight. But whatever it is, I believe that they love me with all their heart.

I fell asleep on a floor with only banana leaves dried by the sun. Curling up is the sleeping position that I like the most, because it is very cold with surrounded by various very large mountains.

I was in Java, more precisely the middle part in The Country of Indonesia. A very beautiful place to see even with ordinary eyes. A place that is said to be one of the greatest places contributed when the birth of the Indonesian nation. And that's how proud I was to be able to live in it with a little bit of a form of listing his name in this little scribble.

May my mother, my family, my family and all who are in this world always be given thousands of bright colors that not only put their eyes on, but also penetrate into the soul, the real spirit.

I really hope every reader can feel my presence, through this very inappropriate word for example. I really hope that many people will feel much more relieved after reading this article, various words even I researched before I finally published. Not just in an instant and just way.

Psychic confrontation was born after many real events that disturbed the author who was indeed as his friend, a novel that tells the story of a man born without the slightest blood. But when he died, nothing was visible but blood.

The story of a young man with 5 themes who is always an escape when his world feels very broken and out of his control.

A child who chooses a path far from the word truth and also far from a good, then who will be responsible for all his behavior, is his parents willing to bear all or even vice versa?

This story is packed with very hypnotic words (hopefully) this hopes to be able to shoot every heart of those who are not able to appreciate others and always be acomooh. This book may be able to enter every heart that is very hard with the world, in the hope that after the end of reading they will realize and be able to scramble themselves whether it is the right way or vice versa.

Man, the world is a mirage

The world is a mortal life.

As long as there is still breath in the cavity

Let's come together to create a life that means much more:

If the wound is still a hindrance

May love touch you to the bottom of your heart.

Through thousands of agin sent by nash accidentally

May we gather and smile in His best place ( God )

Don't forget to be happy! Even if your happiness is labeled as a pretend happiness.