No fear at all. On her curiosity she want to play anithing. Dangerious of course.
When i met her on the first time in 2006, there was something so sure which come on my mind. It which never come as well before. The thing that I my self do believe as a kind of destiny.
Then I proposed to marry her. I got her as my wife.
All of my family welcomed on my final decision. Especially my mother who had been waiting for long time in term of my future.
Yanina Bhrelinaya. It name I got as an unusual name. The name that something, that little bit odd for me but there was a overhelmet joy come inside my mine that time. And i did adore her that I never feel before.
She is beautifull. Generious wife as well. Life experience she ever got from her family had become one of my favorite thing to have her.
Saya termenung beberapa kali saat diam. Merenung dan berpikir jauh ke masa lalu. Termenung bahwa ternyata usia saya sudah semakin tua. (terimakasih Allah atas karunia umur yang panjang ini). Teringat akan banyak sekali hal-hal yang telah saya lalui dalam mengarungi kehidupan sosial diri saya.
Lalu mulailah saya teringat mereka yang pernah terlibat dalam kehidupan saya. Teman teman saya yang saya kira sangat banyak, dan sekarang, sudah tak pernah berjumpa dengan mereka.
Mereka adalah masa lalu saya. Yang pernah menoreh suka dan duka dalam perjalanan hidup saya. Yang mungkin sedikit banyak berpengaruh pada nasib saya saat ini.
Ah, coba aku ingat siapa-siapa saja mereka… Teman -teman masa kecilku, masa remajaku, masa perjuanganku dan masa sekarang ..
Lain waktu akan saya buatkan database untuk mereka …
Ah .. teman temanku .. di mana kalian kini ?
Exactly a years ago, 27th February 2007 my young brother, Subhan, get murder. He just was 24 years of age on at time. He was a college at local university and just have in 2nd term on his college.
It was about 3 am, local time, when my young brother just home from his friend weeding party. Sweeting still wet on his t-shirt.
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It was 1993 when she, get rid of me. I just graduated from my senior high school at the moment when she cut me off.
I coud believe that happened to me.
She did it to me.. ! Yes definetely she was (without capital i tell her name) did it to me. Alas, her mannar was absolutelly unladylike. Put me on buttom of sorrow and off.
Now I do happiness through my life with my pair, and any generous thing God give to me.
Now, i know very much that you read any of diary on any of my blog. How dare you did not even know my capability to recognize the stranger visited my blog.
I just tell you dear ..
Filed under: Diary Harian, In English, Masa Lalu | Tags: Dumoga, Mokintop, SMT Pertanian Dumoga
SMT Pertanian Dumoga. It was my senior high school located about 2 hours ground drive from my house, Kotamobagu. Its near by conservation forest. Nowadays its gone. I dont even know what the reason of my good school just vanished. People tell and most people tell, even my self admited t that it was a good school build by goverment.
But why it was close ,, The objective reason I can assume is one. The local goverment, particulary education local ministry not enough attention to my school.
In that place my most character formed briskly. Many thing happened, the good and the bad things. In this place to appears my sorrow and sadness cause of love. (Will be Continue ..)
