
Genta and I were out of contract that night, too. We leave behind a bitter life story.
Trying to survive the hardships of life. Returning the spirit to start a new life and a new atmosphere as well.
Delivering to the outskirts of Jakarta. Trying to make a better life.
Genta myself I told to throw out the GSM card and the hape CDMA card. Sell the wine too.
His life has to change. Must.
To be able to change the bitterness of being happy, there is a time and a way that we must change. Be it lifestyle, passion, also character and bad qualities that have been inherent in our souls.
The possibility of arrogance that we have been claiming backfires and the beginning of the bitterness of life begins.
Not karma, but it is the result of the seeds of our attitudes and attitudes that are far from praiseworthy. Unknowingly, we easily hurt the hearts of others whom we consider inferior.
I just realized that God inculcates every prayer of a persecuted servant.
Just sober, maybe Jordan used to be so sad and hurt by my rude remarks and hurtful teasing. And the Lord gave him the confensation, making me now aware of the meaning of pride that turns into a weapon of oneself.
I also remembered the words of Bang Irsyad yesterday afternoon. She said, I am a selfish woman who wants to win by herself. I'm arrogant too. Although very angry with the allegations, but I tried to remember the moment when I unwittingly hurt him.
I just woke up. I was angry and had two days when He bought me a birthday gift for a million rupiah. Clothes are expensive, but the model of choice is not very I like.
Instead of being happy with the prize, I was angry and tearing while pointing at his face saying waste.
I even threw a hundred thousand and five pieces of money that he gave at that time in exchange for me to buy myself a gift according to my taste.
Could it be that my vices could be categorized as selfish, arrogant and haughty? Shouldn't I be happy, my husband was so considerate that I gave me a surprise birthday present even though I didn't like it?
Then I remembered, I was angry when he came home from work and bought his favorite side dish on the road. I was angry when I cooked a lot. I rudely scolded him who had no sympathy for my efforts to cook for him after work. Hhh...
My brain is rewinding everything.
As if the flashbacks of my past made this maturity for myself. How annoying I might have been in Bang Irsyad's eyes at that time.
Everyone has a good side and a bad side. I realized that my bad side was much more than my good side. Might as well. And now I'm determined to be a good person.
The bitter trials of life and also the trials that persist can finally be received with chest airy though very painful taste.
I believe, God gives trials, He will surely give a gift of blessing. Especially if we can take lessons from every problem we get. I'm convinced. God take one, God will replace it later.
The city bus that we were riding from the TP terminal to the outskirts of Jakarta was still driving on the freeway.
I closed my eyes for a moment to rest because my brain and body were tired.
My chest is tight and my breath is tight.
Suddenly the face I was afraid of was right in front of me. Her eyes were red and slightly watery due to her old age factor further made my body tremble.
Eyang Fertile!
"I told you, go, go! I told you to go and don't bother Irsyad Katliya anymore! You, fat girl!... I could have taken your life, but it turns out there's another power that's keeping you alive until you're safe from my magic. I also don't want to deal with your descendant khodam because of your cowardice! Take care of everything, unless you want my pets to take me out!"
I'm scared. Seen lined up creepy animals like waiting for the order of the Fertile Eyeang to finish me off.
Crazy one!!! It's crazy!!! This is absolutely crazy!!!
"Sister, Brother Lian! Awake, Brother! We're at the terminal!"
The clapper shook my body.
Thank goodness, alhamdulillah.
I woke up and realized the nightmare was over.
Hey Eyang Fertile! I don't want to deal with you either, the devil-worshipper and the black magic-worshipper! I've decided to stay away from the people who are your followers! Don't disturb my life! Just take care of it your men! Don't take care of me, because I have Allah Ta'ala!
I held onto Genta's fingers. We carry one big bag each. Get off the bus and find a nearby inn before starting a new life in a new place.
.............
The Cibinong area is my and Genta's choice. Besides the extent of it is still small-scale, it is quite safe for us to hide from all sorts.
Early in the morning we got out of the motel near the terminal. Looking for a contract is also a job that we can occupy.
The location near the market spilled, making us confident to work for a living in this small area.
We tried to ask the market security team who knew there were job openings in nearby stores or anything.
Turns out we were lucky. A new restaurant needs employees.
Of course, the opportunity was not wasted. That day, Genta and I worked in the kitchen.
Thank you, God! You give us ease!
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