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Sabtu, 20 Februari 2016

SAHABAT

Terima kasih,,,,, sahabat kau telah menemaniku saat aku sedih, senang, kita selalu menghadapi ini bersama,,,, kamu juga sering menghiburku disaat aku sedih.... kamu menghiburku tanpa ada rasa ragu dan terbebani.....
Tuhan,,,, terima kasih telah memberiku sosok sahabat yang sempurna,,, sahabat yang baik,,,, aku tidak tahu harus membalas kebaikan dengan apa kepada sahabatku.....
Tuhan,,,, berikan aku umur panjang agar bisa lebih lama bersama sahabatku..... aku tidak bisa meninggalkan sahabatku dengan secepat ini..... tetapi hal ini membuatku untuk lebih semangat hidup melawan masalah yang tidak terhenti,,,
Sahabat,,,, kita sering menghadapi berbagai lika - liku masalah tetapi dengan kekuatan hati kita untuk bersama Alhamdullillah kita tidak berpisah,,,sahabat.....
Aku harap kita bisa menjaga persahabatan kita selamanya,,,,, sesuai dengan janji yang kita ikat... yaitu kita berjanji : " Dengan kesungguhan hatiku,,, aku berjanji bahwa kita mengapai masa depan bersama, kita tidak memandang kasta, kita tidak mengungkit ungkit masa lalu yang suram, kita tidak memandang seburuk apa masa lalu kita.... dan kita selalu mendukung antara satu sama lain...."

Selasa, 08 September 2015

Jangan Beri Aku Harapan Palsu


Kan ook geweldig zijn als ik hoop dat altijd wil bij . Het kan ook te groot zijn als ik wilde je er altijd bij me .

Ik sloot mijn dagboek werden geclassificeerd als geheim en zet hem in een zak . Alleen dagboeken en penalah een stille getuige elke keer als ik prikkelen de harten en geest. Misschien na je mijn dagboek leest , zou je weten wat ik nu voel . Onbeantwoorde liefde . Nu ben ik echt voelen. Onbeantwoorde liefde doet pijn , maar meer pijn als de persoon die ik hou het geeft valse hoop aan mij , die me willen , en dagdromen over hem.
Bukh !!! Iemand raakte de pechstrook die mij verrast maakt en onderbrak mijn gedachten .
" Dina !!! maken aja geschokt om het niet! " Ik brak mijn niet al te keraskepada wat ik noem Dina , Pramudina Narundana precies .
" Hehe . Sorry deh Lalaku dierbaar . Abis ochtend al dagdromen . Nieuwe Kesambet nyaho . " Cerocos Dina .
" Bawell ja ja ! " Ledekku .
" Biarin dong . Nag - nag te mooi . Ja nee ? " Zegt Dina PD
" Huuhh PD doet je echt ! " Ledekku opnieuw.
" Ja ja dong dong moeten er zeker van zijn . Hoewel niet pijnlijk dong . " Cerocosnya opnieuw.
Ledekku "Niet het grootste deel van zijn tijd dong nodig! " De 3e keer , terwijl Dina zweeg .

Ik Clarynta dochter , mensen vaak noemen me Lala , die de beste vriend Pramudina was . We gingen allebei naar SMPN 2 Bandung klasse IX . En trouwens ik en Dina één klasse , Zittend bank toch.
" Eh . Door de manier toch ngelamunin je ? "Vroeg Dina .
" Ngelamunin niemand echt ." Ik zei leugen.
" Ah liggen .. zeker weer ngelamunin Farel ! Rechts ? Hayoo toegeven . " Aangespoord Dina wijst fore- toonde zijn gezicht.
"Hell . Dit is de reden waarom , wees zijn hand. " Dina elakku hand als hij veegde het aanwijsapparaat voorgrond mijn gezicht .
" Maar benerkan weer ngelamunin Farel ? " Vroeg Dina .
" Farel ? Farel ngelamunin waarom zou ik ? "antwoordde ik .
" Oh .. blijven ngelamunin wie dan? " Vroeg Dina opnieuw.
" Voor de politie deh u! " Ledekku .Tengg ! Tengg ! Tengg !
Perbincanganku met Dina gestopt omdat de bel ging telaj binnenkomst. En vandaag les Devi bu , bu Devi overigens niet naar binnen gaan en gewoon de taak alleen, het was alleen vrouwen die werken , terwijl mannen juist rommelen in de klas . Terwijl de focus van de taak, plotseling Farel menghanpiriku geleden , zat naast me . Dina ? dan Dina zitten met Febry .

" Laura ". Farel gesprek.
" Iyaa . " Antwoordde ik blijven doen hun werk .
" Ik hou van je , " fluisterde ze , draaide ik .
" La ernstig, " zei hij.
' Mean ?' Vraag ik me af .
"Ik hou van je .. " ejahnya lachen als hij ging.
" Farel de hel ? raar. Eh , maar was hij? Ik hou van jou ? Ko is het niet? "dacht ik.
" Iiihhh Farell diemm dong ? " Zei iemand met een verwend toon.
"Ik kan niet diem Deket als je !! Hij gaf toe zouten " plaagde Farel .
" Oh My God. Farel verleidelijk Franda ? voordat hij zegt: Ik hou van jou voor mij. maar nu ? "dacht ik.Het was als een vuur brandde, mijn hart is erg warm. Want ze willen niet gepakt werd ik weggestuurd hun rug en blijven de taak zelfs met abysmally hart. Na school, ik ging onmiddellijk naar mijn kamer en leg mijn lichaam. Snel was ik terug gestuiterd en nam het dagboek en begon te schrijven over wat ik vandaag voelen.

"Begin uw zoete moe van alle afspraken, die altijd je niet bewijzen. Inderdaad, ik ben niet de bedoeling om met u zijn. "Ik sloot toen mijn dagboek.
Eigenlijk, ik ben in de war. Wat Farel echt van me houdt of niet, volgens Dina, Farel vond. Maar, waarom heeft hij ook benaderd Franda? was zeer verbaasd.

De volgende dag, kwam ik vroeg naar school want vandaag piket ik. Na voltooiing piket zat ik in mijn stoel, en zonk mijn gezicht in de plooien van mijn hand op tafel. Plotseling iemand mengaggetkanku.

"Heh. Deh gewoonte u. Elke keer als ik zie zeker meer van streek. "Cerocos vriend, die anders als niet Dina.
"Ja ya Din" antwoordde ik
"Troubled waarom? dong verhaal. "overtuigingskracht Dina
"Niet beschaamd ah." Ik zei:
"Waarom schaamte? kom op. "gedwongen Dina
"Okay." Ik kreeg te horen alles over Farel aan Dina.
"Oh ja, de hel ja ik ben ook in de war. Soms ngegoda u. Soms ngegoda Franda. emang wispelturig tuh kinderen. "jammerden Dina.
"Ja. Uh, maar je hoeft niet iedereen vertellen yaa. Ik ben gewoon uw agenda en God weet. "Zei ik.
"Ceilaah. Taal, ja gewoon kalm. "Dina belofte.

Een maand, 2 maanden en 3 maanden, ik kaap hoor al de zoete woorden die aan de buitenkant van de lippen Farel, dacht ik dat hij van me hield, maar het blijkt dat hij was gewoon spelen met mijn verbeelding.

Op dit moment ben ik in mijn kamer, terwijl u luistert naar lied zingen van blink-veronderstellen. Waarom de heck. "Dit alles moet ik Alamin hiks, waarom? Ik haat je. Ik haat waarom je van me houdt hoop dat als je in feite geen liefde. Wat ik niet iets voor u betekenen? wat verkeerd ik hou van je? ik vanaf nu moeten kunnen snikken .. .. moet je het vergeten !! hoewel hiks was ziek. Maar ik zal zei ik snikkend proberen! ".

Als wat ik net zei nu. Ik zal het vergeten Farel. Want als ik blijf hoop dat ik kom zeker pijn doen. Vanaf nu moet ik in staat zijn om te bewegen. Geest !!

The End

Rabu, 02 September 2015

Maafkan Aku Tidak Bisa Mengatakannya


“Angel” Panggil Agnes.
“Ada apa?” Kataku.
“Kamu tahu gak kalau Kak Bima itu Jatuh saat lomba basket kemarin dan sekarang masuk RS?”
Kak Bima itu adalah Kakak kelas yang aku suka di sekolah.
“Jatuh? Terus parah gak?”
“Katanya sih kepalanya tuh membentur lantai”
“Apa? Ya ampun kasian kali”
“Eh kamu mau gak temenin aku ketemuin dia?” Sambungku.
“Hmm.. Mau gak ya? Mau deh”
“Oke, Pulang sekolah ya” Kataku.
“Oke” Ucapnya.
Saat di rumah sakit banyak yang menjenguk Kak Bima dan di situ juga ada orangtuanya yang terlihat sedang sedih sekali.
“Permisi” Kataku kepada orangtuanya.
“Eh iya, kamu siapa ya?”
“Saya temannya Kak Bima, boleh saya masuk ke ruangannya bu?”
“Maaf dek, Bimanya masih diperiksa”
“Oh baiklah bu.”
“Nanti kalau dokter sudah keluar kamu boleh menjenguknya.”
“Makasih, bu”
Dokter pun keluar dan berkata, “ada orangtuanya?” Orangtua Bima pun lalu menghampirinya.
“Bagaimana dengan Anak saya Pak?”
“Anak Ibu terluka cukup Parah dan itu membuat kanker otak di kepalanya semakin parah”
“Apa? anak saya ada penyakit kanker otak?”
“Jadi Ibu tidak tahu?” kata dokternya.
“Anak saya tidak pernah bercerita soal itu.”
“Kanker otak yang anak Ibu Alami sudah mencapai stadium akhir dan diperkirakan usia anak Ibu tinggal 2-3 Bulan lagi bu”
Seketika itu Ibunya pun langsung pingsan. Aku lalu memasuki ruangan itu.
“Kak Bima?” Kataku.
“Kamu angel kan?” Kata Kak Bima.
“Iya, kok Kakak bisa tahu namaku?”
“Iyalah aku tahu, kawan-kawanku kan banyak yang naksir kamu”
“Emm.. ni kak aku ada buah-buahan untuk Kakak.” Kataku mengalihkan pembicaraan.
“Makasih ya” Semenjak itu pun aku dekat dengan Kak Bima dan keluarganya.
Dua bulan kemudian.
“Ngel, kalau aku meninggal, kamu jangan tangisi kepergianku ya.”
“Kok Kakak ngomongnya gitu sih?” Kataku sedih.
“Kan dokter sendiri yang bilang sama kita kalau umur aku tuh tinggal 1 bulan lagi.”
“Tapi Kakak kan gak bisa sepenuhnya percaya dengan dokter?” Kataku berusaha meyakinkan.
“Tapi Kakak tahu kalau penyakit kanker itu tidak ada obatnya jadi mau gak mau ya percaya” Aku pun lalu menangis,
“Angel kamu jangan nangis Kakak gak tega lihat kamu nangis begini, udah ya jangan nangis lagi, nanti jelek loh” Kata Kak Bima berusaha menghibur.
“Ih.. memang jelek kok”
“Kata siapa? kamu cantik kok”
“Mana ada”
“Kalau enggak pipinya gak usah merah kayak kepiting rebus gitu dong.”
“Yeee.. mana ada pipiku merah, wek!” kataku sambil menjulurkan lidah.
Tiga bulan kemudian.
“Kak, Kakak harus kuat. Kakak jangan tinggalin Angel Kakak harus kuat” ucapku dalam hati. Saat itu dokter sedang memeriksa Kak Bima.
Dokter pun keluar, “maaf bu, anak Ibu sudah tidak bisa tertolong lagi” lalu ia pergi, aku dan Ibunya pun masuk ke ruangannya.
“Kakak Bima jangan tinggalin Angel Kakak harus hidup lagi kak, Angel gak mau Kakak pergi secepat itu kak” Kataku sambil menangis.
“Sudahlah nak jangan terlalu kamu tangisi kepergian Bima” Kata Ibunya berusaha menenangkanku. Ini Ada surat titipan Bima. Ibunya pun memberikanku surat itu.
Aku pun membacanya di luar ruangan Kak Bima.
Dear Angel
“Hai Angel, mungkin pas kamu baca surat ini Kakak udah pergi jauh dari kamu. Ada pesan yang mau Kakak sampain ke kamu kalau Kakak itu suka sama kamu sebenarnya. Kakak juga tahu kalau kamu itu suka sama Kakak, Kakak tahu itu dari Agnes. Tapi Kakak minta maaf karena Kakak tidak menjadikan kamu pacar Kakak karena Kakak tahu umur Kakak udah gak panjang lagi. Maafin Kakak ya. Oh ya, kamu ingat pesan Kakak kan kalau Kakak meninggal kamu jangan nangis, kamu ingat kan? Jadi sekarang kamu jangan nangis Kakak udah senang kok di sini. Hanya ini yang dapat Kakak sampaikan.
I Love You Angel.”
Bima.
Aku lalu menangis, “kenapa Kakak telat katakannya sih kak.”
The End

Selasa, 02 Juni 2015

Images Pile of Lies. , ,


Starting from the social networking site on the internet, two people meet and they knew each other. But only to the extent in social media. They are masked man living with all the lies. They did know each other, but do not mutually know who their true identity. Well, that's cyberspace.
            Sufarman Isded or often called Si Farman is a man who is transformed into a stealth monkey on Facebook. The goal, so he found a woman who is able to accept it as is. The Farman is a simple person, he lived with his grandmother alone. Both his parents had lap God since he was four years old. Therefore, he wants to find a life partner who is really willing to accept what is.
            And there already, the Farman find the Voni. Voniyem Zupenowati details. Indeed, foreign-sounding name, because it Voni is a child of one of nonik Netherlands. According to Farman, Voni are women who would accept it as is. But again it was limited to social media or virtual world. Once running one month, the Farman already could not resist the curiosity. He had already fallen in love with the Voni.
 The Farman was immediately invited to meet at her friend's wedding. And the Voni was willing.
The day was finished, they both met. Farman looked dashing with monkey costumes. Earlier, friends had been told that Farman Farman become invisible monkey imitation. Not much ado Farman took Voni dance. Then he immediately opened the conversation.

"Voni, you look elegant, beautiful, like nonik-nonik Dutch" praise Farman against Voni

"Thank you Farman, you also look dashing with this wujudmu" replied Voni.
"It's time for me to be honest. Actually, I'm a human being, I like this because I wanted to find a woman who really is "chirped Farman while opening the monkey mask.
                                   



"Wow. , , You look more handsome now. But unfortunately, you have ordinary human being "said Voni


"What do you mean? then who are you really? "asked Farman while terkaget.
"Actually, I have stealth monkey, and I also wanted to find my partner equally stealth monkey" Voni the statement while opening the beautiful mask.
"What ????" said Farman.
"Oh sorry Farman, but here I am. You may not love me anymore. Forgive all lie during this "crying interrupted the Voni. Voni then go somewhere.
Farman was surprised and sorry to the incident.

"Oh God, forgive me. This result also lie "the roar of the Farman.
He was alone and pensive. Shortly thereafter, Farman went home in shame seen many of his friends.
                Finally their story ended, secret masked men terkedok. Both sides were certainly sad and sorry for his lies. Well, that's a lie. Wherever we save durian foul, trust other people will certainly know his place because of the smell that stung. That is reflected in the lie. Any smart as we lie, certainly will terkedok well. No need to cover up our true identity. It's the same we lie to ourselves. If we are not honest with ourselves, how with others. No matter how small a lie, it is still a lie, and the lie forever still sin in the eyes of God.

Sabtu, 30 Mei 2015

Love Story of the Beautiful and the Ugly



Love Story of the Beautiful and the Ugly
Belle is a young girl who lived in a small town in France with his father who is an inventor named Maurice . Belle was a small town it was quite boring . Belle is more interested in adventure . He likes to read something about the book , especially the romantic fairy tale books . Belle has read all the books in the library collections of the city .

When Maurice went to the exhibition , Belle spoken arrogant hunters , yet the dream girl in town , Gaston . Belle refuses his proposal . Not long after , he found his horse , Philippe , Maurice home without so Belle search for Maurice . Belle arrived at the palace that belonged terrible Beast . Belle finds Maurice arrested Beast . Belle boldly swapping himself with his father so that his father free .

Initially the Beast Belle does not like rude and grumpy . Even Belle had escaped as a result of indiscriminate scolded Beast Beast entered the room . Belle attacked wolves in the forest and help him catch up before the Beast . Beast and Belle wounded back to the palace . Belle and the Beast relationship for the better . They were friends until finally love each other . But the Beast had not dared to declare his love for Belle . At the time wanted to express his feelings Beast , Belle even said he missed his father . Through the magic mirror Beast , Belle look so sick Maurice Beast freed Belle to meet his father .

Return to the town , Belle is forced to marry Gaston . Gaston was jealous because she knows already liked Beast Belle . Belle and her father was locked up in the basement at home Belle . Gaston and residents who had been instigated by him hunting Beast . After Belle and Maurice managed to get out of the basement , they immediately went to the palace of the Beast . Gaston has been entered into the palace and tried to injure Beast Beast . Beast is much bigger and stronger than Gaston , Gaston wants to destroy . However , he did not continue his actions because Berast heart has become soft . Gaston stabs the Beast slyly from behind , but instead he fell from the balcony of the room itself and the Beast died .

Belle , Beast thought had died , he was very sad and said , " I love you " on the Beast . Beast was transformed into a man for love Belle . They end up dancing in the palace along with the waiter Beast Beast is also turned into a human . Maurice also came and saw many people gathered Belle and the Beast.

Jumat, 24 April 2015

                                                    MEMORY CLASSIC FAMILY


I'm always sad when remembering this story, tears falling definitely unbearable, all started when a family we do not have anything, all of the minus, life of the debt, far from the glitz, no definite hope for the future. There is not even one of our four children who dare to talk about ideals ,, sad right ..

But everything changed when the person we're looking forward to be present in our family, the father and mother of our own, previously they do not go anywhere sich .. it's just that they are not married at the time, but still going out, cie..cie .. word niece who always tease them when seen together. You know .. ?? (This is how the story sie .. ??)

Not infrequently our family was so poor, we often get a slur, insult, from the people around .. language insults, taunts, even Indonesian were not good and true are satisfied heard by our ears, but I always salute with my father figure always calm, whatever diomongin person he always encouraged and always reminds us: "You are impatient yes ,, let dad who bear all this. Ordinary father finished speaking so directly hone Saber (typical ordinary people tuha Dayak), then gently and full language mannered and polite father approached every person who insulted our family ,, he said "sorry can be repeated waffle father was .. ?? and not uncommon romp between the father and the person who insulted our family, and not infrequently the father carrying a spear in pursuit. It Noble once what dad did ...

It's a policy that has no measurable gold solution which is a traveler's oasis-desert place for the traveler who got lost. It proved to be the best solution ever witnessed inner eye during this breathing exercise. Weishehh .. The proof of all people no longer mengata-ngatain our family for the second time, it eventually by themselves they understand, unbelievable .. it is one of the realities of life in memory father I may not remember. You know .. ?? (Presumably forget), hehe .. Really touching ..

After a long courtship, the end I decided to take the liberty to talk to Dad .. "Dad maybe it's time to marry her father", and father as he replied. What do you think the woman or the girl still was not a girl anymore. I paused, thinking what should I think, ponder what should I think about, until I realized that I had been aware of (.. ??), not because they do not know the answer, but I think I may not write on this story answers actually, haha ​​.. (he better wear haha..dari on wkwkwk .. because it can be realized by voice), yak right .. After thinking short burst of words as possible, ehh .. arrange the words to say, I say father, my father did not know about that, but I know she is a good woman.

Long story short dad finally ventured to propose mother, and they were married and our born. From there the story of our family begins. END.