Missing Room
Episode 4

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It is difficult for me to just knit love for someone because the emptiness in me wants to be quickly completed, the love is not easy for me because this void is so big and thick and not easily conquered. The emptiness that I felt in the midst of the ripples of debate and competition piled up wealth.

the story I wrote was just an insert between the chapters of the longing room that went out of context from the previous chapter, he said, because I think it is necessary for me to write it even though maybe you who read it will feel a little bit like this writing does not need to be written in the storyline of Missing Room.

the night was getting quieter, only the moon and stars accompanied me when I was alone without friends or lovers I could not find. I feel like I'm the most unlucky person in the world who even comes here to ask for help and is lost when I find happiness.

I got my phone trying to skate in a Google search that knows everything, looking for articles about natural and human exploitation in parts of the world that are often covered up. I am interested in an article that tells of the exploitation of nature for the benefit of a small part of humanity in order to enrich themselves to neglect the sustainability of the existing ecosystem.

forest fires around the world every year are increasingly widespread due to the diversion of forest functions that are now widely planted with oil palm which ultimately has an impact on the survival of animals in it even further deteriorate the quality of air inhaled by humans.

every year there are always wildfires in the world coupled with the abundance of exhaust fumes and buildings with glass designs that make the temperature even more unfriendly, he said, but strangely there is no rule that can ensnare people who do it all, on the contrary, those people look happy amid the cries of people who are unable to overcome their hunger.

still I am in the silence of the search for the meaning of life, is it true as Joseph who was not tempted by the beauty of Zulaikha, or the struggle of Ayyub when hit by a lot of misfortune but still obedient to Him could be I run away from the problem like Jonah left his people?. not sure the story I will assemble in the frame of my life that is too much twists.

lauhul Mahfudz bears witness to the record of my life's journey, but I don't want to just go with the flow because to me it would be more meaningful if someone could write down his story that could later be told to my grandchildren later.

enough has been the story that I inserted in the middle of the chapters of the Missing Room so that the reader can understand my current situation which is plagued by emptiness in the search that I never get. This short story may not be able to treat the thirst of longing friends in the search and long and steep wait to run.

at the end of this story I inserted a sentence that hopefully can be a thirst-busting water friends.

" I feel ashamed of the sun that appears every day, though still a little appreciative, and I who in the scriptures say noble beings are incapable of just a little patience for trials".

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