For Better Or Worse (part 1)

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From the very beginning, I knew that marriage life is not only going to be filled with joy and happiness. When someone agrees to marry his/her precious one, there's a sacred vow behind that agreement to bear everything together. E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. 

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Allah will test every human being HE created with HIS own way. Human never knows when, where or what kind of test HE will give. The only thing that human can do is preparing him/herself for any kind of test. The better he/she prepares himself/herself, the easier he/she can accept the fact that he/she is now being tested, then move on and figure things out. 

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40 Days

Outer 

Inner

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I recall me and my fuhus met for the first time at the end of February 2013, talked about marriage at the end of March 2013, met each other's parents on earlier April 2013, and he proposed me to my father on April 21, 2013. Everything turned out to be fast, smooth and easy....as I wished to Allah it would be. I hope we can "patiently" wait for 40 more days and "taking care" of each other in terms of not doing anything foolish or dangerously silly. 

"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet". 

(Jean-Jacques Rousseau) 

P.S : Now I know why when two opposite sexes are attracted to each other and felt "lock and key" as in "destined or meant to be together", the only answer to "make everything right and blessed" is the MARRIAGE. Only MARRIAGE....not elses. #pengalamanpribadi

The Speedy Runner

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Around a month ago, when I went back home to attend my late grandfather's funeral, I took my very limited time to go to some nostalgic places. One of them was my senior high school. Don't ask why this so randomish wanderer ended up visiting her previous school. At that very moment, I just felt I have to pay a visit. That's it.

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Honestly, when I arrived at my senior high school's front gate, I soon felt super oldie old #grin #nodoubt. After parked my motorcycle across the school and scanned through things in front of my eyes, I found scenes that somehow linked me to the past. My past...when I was studying there. I saw my old self in some neatly-dressed-and-veiled students who were standing in front of the school for a bus that would safely take them home. I saw my old self in a group of rowdy young girls, chattering while ordering sets of meatballs and noodles at the nearby street vendor. And, the most memorable one, I saw my old self in a tracksuit-wearing young students who were playing football at Lapangan Karang, a football field just 3-minute walk from the school. Nostalgic. 

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