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Its Just Another Day Without You...


Bright beautiful morning, nothing running on my mind, but my head still busy with thinking that i cant realized what that is. My motorcycle run slowly, Wind that blowing slowly, making my scarf nicely. My face feel so fresh, foggy, misty morning, Street still so quite, suddenly i felt, deep in my heart feel so hurt.... but i don't know why it comes.

I see a little girl, sleeping deeply in front of a book shop. her face still can smile though her body shivering cause of the cold breeze, without blanket, with old messy clothes. Come in my head....who is her mom? who is her dad? where are they? why she sleep at there... but even my head answer nothing... a bitter smile arise on my lips.. sudenly...tears fallen down... But Allah take care of her...

Close to my motorcycle, i saw again a grand ma that too old, try to through...the street... i stop my motorcycle and asking her, "where you wanna go grandma?" ;

she said : "I wanna go Depok by car but should walking cross this street, am afraid to do that" then i help her to across the street while asking in my heart, "where is her son, daughter, grandchild till she should walk alone this early morning" but, astaghfirullah, why i judge them :s

after reach the next street, i ask her again, "who will accompany you, Grandma?"
She said " Allah with me " then she smile and the car go on... Ya, she is right... Allah with her .... i go back to my motorcycle and go again to the train station... but then my tears fallen again.. what is this? even i cant realized what that is :s

I reach the station, wuihhh, full of people, but train come at precise time. i sit and looking forward, some little girls with their "accessories" for getting money by singing, beggars, and sellers, hmmmm, what happen with this country... when will we can feel whats true meaning of being independent... then train start move on... again without reason my tears fallen down...and again my heart felt so hurt.... Astaghfirullah...what is this ya Rabb...

Not so long, i reach my direction, just get new taxy and go to my office. After reach then i just made my make up, dress and everything neatly, and then... Bismillah.. i am ready to do my work today... once sweet smile... cute eyeglasses.. and blink shining eyes ... i go to my desk... once more again.. i felt... something hold and crash in my heart... again my tears fallen down.. but still i dont know why it happen...

I switch on my pc, prepare for work and sudenly my eyes catch one pic that sent by someone... and again tears fallen down when i see it longer... and then i realized...

Ya, I realize that today is just another day without You... All of tha things just because without You... and ya, Its just Another Day Without You.. Just Another Day....

I took that pic, kept in the locker, and again... Bismillah... I should do my work now.. Sweet Smile, Blink eyes, cute eyeglasses and i remember that grandma said... Allah with me... and that little Sleeping girl like wanna said.... Allah take care of Me... Its enough.. and now, i say you... Its just Another day Without You... Yeah, just... :)


P.S. Sadness just a sadness, losing just a losing
the important thing is we never be lost cause
There is Allah with Us...





Few minutes before go home, 2011
By stealing story from "Karena Aku Begitu Cantik" nya
Azimah Rahayu and Yahoo tagline of Nie :)
Hope everything always fine with you, Nie


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