((()))  The Sweetie Hope

Forgive me for my decrease and my stupid. Because of my stupid, I brave to give expression my hearth contains. So, prison me in the sorrow bespattered and fuller remorse. Since it, why the world is narrow. When I fallen into a big desire, which I thought clear but turn out to be cloudy and dark and finally rainy bathed.

Usually and never need to stop the hearth is scream, full forces in the praying.

* “Oh Allah, is she not suitable to be my affection, whereas I was so much hunger as sincerely as possible of my hearth. Am I not best for her until you throw out me as you like, so the hope be present usually, or you has prepared the formal for”

* If it is fate that must I guaranteed, I can’t force, but please help me, don’t be planted in the hearth a hope to be live together. Because, really, it’s very painful, more than be abusive word only, be gibed, and be slopped simply. If I am a slave you hated. Then, hate me now. So long as the beyond was loved by you, as you loved your prophet, your honey, and your dearest to Prophet Muhammad SAW….!

Sincerely,

* If the hearth is still hanged to her. I am not to force, either to bill promise. But, as solve is only given a way of you, open way, open the doors of your need it by full of your love and affection. Not out of your pity or out of I often complain and sad.

* But, if the hearth is ready to lost of the taste and the desire to. As a solve forced, pardon me. Don’t ever more or again, you present back but change it by best than before. Don’t ever of situation is flash back. Frank, I hate it, I don’t like the situation… because my pray “Give and became to me as a human that you missed and loved as my soul mate moment, enough you as protector.

For the soul mate***

* Really not of there a force, Only the hearth wriggle usually while the night coming. You are present usually, moreover I felt a sick, not to comforter, and so not for closing the swift water in the soul. Pardon, my eyes couldn’t swift sorrow usually, but my soul, usually swift the sorrow, which hoped to you to wipe. I realized and knew “It is impossible” but that is the happen after pas. Pardon me, who already to miss your love, I hope you are understand.

Alright for my God, a ruler of heaven and earth “ Allah SWT”

* I leave everything to you. Only hope and complain I could, the next is you decide. My hope is only one “ far me from the ill hearth” Amin… ya rabb.

Thanks, 30/10/2011