Of all places.
Dengkil.
Of all people.
Him.
You see, it could have been him. But no.
It's him alright.
Of all times.
When I thought I had things figured out with him. Stable.
When I thought I had things figured out with him. Stable.
Of all times.
When I'm in such a vulnerable state with him.
Facing this fukcing thing alone, without him.
When I'm in such a vulnerable state with him.
Facing this fukcing thing alone, without him.
Dear Allah, is this a test for the three of us?
No, not for one second am I questioning
nor have I questioned your plan for me.
Forgive me if I have.
Forgive me if I have.
It's just
Well
Is it okay if I know why this is happening?
I really would like to handle this properly.
To be fair
To him
To him
To me
And still have Your barakah and blessings.
Dear Allah, can all of this be possible?
Because I honestly thought this only happens in movies
where people make such ridiculous stories up and laugh about it.
Let them smirk if they knew this part of my story. I can't.
It's not ridiculous. It's really happening.
And I'm nervous.
And I'm nervous.
Dear Allah,
Benar.
Jodoh itu sampai bila-bila pun rahsiaMu.



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