Novel: Kisah yang sempurna (Prolog)

Prolog:

Assalamualaikum.

Dear my future husband,

Directly I want to say that when we meet later. Don't proposing me to be your girlfriend.
I don't want to be your girlfriend.
Massively no.
I may reject that red roses, shining ring and become all such a awful moments.
Sorry.
Because I just want to be the one you call as your wife.

Duh,
I may to rush in this things.
By the way this difference between me and other women, is that, all they wanted to have all those.
Me on the other hands...
I indeed who wishing and dreaming.
Only.
Just as i know my limit to Allah and lower my gaze.
And when to said no.

I pray you understand me.
That I still wishing you'll be my ‘halal’ prince charming.
Who holding onto the Quran in your right hand and the Sunnah in the left hand.
And riding your horse of Taqwa.
Tame me and save me.
On the spot.
I hear you're worth the wait, so I’ll wait.
Insyaallah.

I not aspect that you are a perfect husband in future.
'Cause I’m also not a perfect person.
But I aspect you,
Who is not the one who calls me for only romantic talk... but he who calls me five times for prayer.
As my rules...
That a man who cannot lead me in Salah,
Cannot lead me in life.

My apologize,
I don't make my wedding day a pleasant memory in this life, but source of misery in the next.
Which when you do marry me,
I hope you do it so with the intention of Jannah where you plan to hold my hand and carry me together.
Just like some said, true love doesn't end... it continues in Jannah,
And then i know you love me endlessly.

Our stories may not as others lover,
Non a grateful to share.
And,
Since when do love stories end in weddings?
Because we only just started from here.
This second.
And you become my chills.

From all above.. they may will said,
Someone like this? I never found a man good enough for this.
Or i will never get married.
May never or who know.
I plan, Allah is the master mind.
No one can against it.

Let me tell you one secret,
I am a hard person to love but when i'm in love... i love really hard,
Allah is my only one.
Prophet of Muhammad is my strength.
And my family are my prove.
One day you not only a love, a strength, a inspired to me.
But everything to me.
One fine day.
Insyaallah.

From your future wife.

*****

Hai. 
So this one is from my previous blog post actually.
I donno how to write the intro-i used this. 

I'm not sure if i really that talented enough. May i looks like randomly wrote i like and don't care if anyone will read about this or not. 
Hahhaha... I don't know this novel will take how long to complete. Why just take a seat, enjoy and wait for next entries. 

Bye! 

My link post is here.

Be cool

Assalamualaikum.

In this life, 

One thing I really want myself to be reminded everytime and everyday ... that wasting time is no need.

In subjective of to prove which i was a good enough.

Like i seen those who addicted posting at FB, Instagram, Twitter for every kindness they are doing.

I'm not a God's daughter to say all this are wrong.

That between you and Allah.

Just the uncomfortable feeling for me.

Where there will 'lil encounters for ikhlas/sincere vs riak/show of...

Mmm...

I hope this is not a trend.

People will not get it what my truly inside soul.

Same goes to everyone.

We only contactly by physical appearance.

That's a bias.

But I believe someday someoneone will know me or you by outside and inside.

The good and bad side.

Because it's dangerous if people realize the best of us instead, ourselves being caught by shadow from the worst side.

Oh Masyaallah.

Astagfirullah.

May Allah bless me and you.

For now, 

In this case...

My family is whom i guaranteed know me well.

Yeah, that's normal.

And may some of my friends also.

I think.

Profit of being a good person is worth it.

Like a treasure a gold @ pahala.

Some may smooth, some may adventurer.

So when you're a winner.

Why must we show of those gold?

For what reason?

Neither you want to be respect, get more friends or you want people take advantage of you.

Be careful dear.

Like I said previously, we only knew by physical appearance...

My last words...

Just stay good.

Be good.

And be cool.

Bye!

I am free

Assalamualaikum.

Yesterday night, i was at Taman Tasik Titiwangsa. 

Me and three more friends.

My colleagues...

I'm cycling over there for the third time.

Still awesome as always.

: )

Maked it more adventure.

You know like when at night, 'lil rainy.

No parents will took their child to playground.

Like no one there except ours.

So why not we take that opportunity and bringing back childhood memories!

And we did.

Try all those spring rider, see saw, swing seat, jungle gym, monkey bar, and slide part too.

Hahahahh..

I am free, and happy.

I play, i smile, i laugh.

Like i don't have any major problem, and fear.

Refresh back my life.

Thanks to my friends. 

You all are the best.

Especially who the one pop up with this cycling idea.

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. 

If one only remembers to turn on the light.

Those tranquility just make a sense.

One time, i will need away from others.

Escaping from this room, 

This city, 

This country, 

This universe, 

This life.

I know i am free.. when inside me will feel like one.