This is the end of the story..

9.14pm March 19th,2009….

Finally, all of my questions regarding that matter had been answered.
Hhhhh… I let go a heavy sigh, as a sign of acceptance on this tragedy….
Really, the streak of the life is so beautiful. Allah knows everything and He’s plan is always ever the best. Things come and go exchange ably, coloring the rhythm of the life. Indeed, I would like to say that if was given two options, I rather choose for not given a thing that finally will be taking back from me. It is better for not having anything because it is more blissful. I am not typical of person that is not strong to face the lost. Despite of that, I rather choose not to have at all than to lose it at last.
Well, whatever it is, the history takes part again into its place in my medulla oblongata,
it says that if you are not ready facing the separation, do not wish for an encounter.
The story was so sad besides me, but it teaches me lot of things.
I never trust anything except Him since. At last, I realize, Allah is enough for me,
I do not wish anything more. After all, I just cannot believe that I done a weird thing for almost two years and lastly it end with nothing than futility.
There gone my two years, hoping for uncertainty.
Tragically, the ‘subject’ blame upon me, blamed to my face and point out to my weak characteristics. I never regret for what am I created as. Nothing can change me after all. That is just a history that will I keep inside me as deep as possible until I cannot reach for it anymore. Life is bliss, and life will never stop until the day that He says it should be end for me. Therefore, as long the time running after, chasing me, I will acquire a piece of strong from Him to give me strength to go through this temporary port of life.
Hhhhh, another sigh comes out from me.
At the time that I wrote this note, there is about a week++ before my final exam. I do not want anything disturb my mood during this exam period.
Bless me ya Allah….