Mencari Jawaban Bagi Diri

Lama ga buat postingan di blogku ini. maaf aku ga merawatmu dengan baik myblog.

tapi kali ini aku cuma pengen curhat. saat meraa sendiri, saat merasa ga ada yang bisa ngerti, saat ga ada tempat berkeluh kesah, bahkan pada Tuhan sekalipun. Jangan dulu menghakimiku karena aku berpikir seperti itu. Karena kalian tidak mengalami banyak kejadian yang aku alami. Hingga pada titik ini, aku benar-benar merasa putus asa.

Selama hidup, (rasanya, dan selalu kuusahakan) berjalan dijalur yang benar. sesekali memang "miring", tapi aku bukan orang yg mudah terlena dengan hal asyik tapi berdosa. Selalu ada hal yang mengingatkan atau yang menggerakkan hatiku, bahwa aku tidak seharusnya seperti ini, atau tidak seharusnya aku berada disini.

Duh..tiba-tiba aku ingin berhenti melanjutkan tulisan ini. Aku bingung harus memulai dari mana hingga aku berpikir tak ada artinya aku hidup ini. tapi sambil menunggu kantuk, aku tulis aja yang ada diotakku saat ini.

Kadang aku merasa Tuhan tidak adil. Kadang aku bertanya, Tuhan, apalagi setelah ini??? karena kerap kejadian menyakitkan datang bertubi-tubi. Ketulusan yang aku berikan sering kali berbalas dengan pengkhianatan. Lalu aku memaafkan dan memaklumi. Tapi lagi2 aku jatuh dilubang yang sama.

Kalo dipikir lagi, sejak kecil aku seperti manusia yang tidak pernah dikehendaki keberadaannya. Aku mandiri sejak kecil. Dulu saat aku SD, dan saat orang tuaku sering bertengkar dan ingin bercerai, aku selalu berusaha melindungi adik2ku dengan mengunci mereka di kamar, sementara aku memisahkan perkelahian ibu ayah. 

Broken Home?? mungkin iya. Tapi broken home selalu dianggap negatif orang. Sejak dulu pelarianku adalah menulis, dan main musik. Aku tidak terlibat Narkoba meski lingkunganku mayoritas pemake. Aku juga bukan perempuan yang gampang jatuh cinta, punya pacar banyak, meski lingkunganku 99 persen laki-laki. Aku justru merasa terlindungi berada diantara mereka. Ga mikir yang aneh-aneh. 

Ga munafik, pernah naksir dalam diam pada seseorang. Tapi aslinya, aku memang ga pe-de. minder.

Kalo cowoknya keliatan tampan, asik, humoris, banyak yang suka, aku malah mundur alon-alon. meski tau dia suka aku.

Tapi akhirnya aku menikah dengan orang yang dulu aku bela-bela, tapi pada akhirnya memperlakukanku seperti sampah. Kapan-kapan kalo lagi mood, aku ceritain deh bagian itu. Sekarang aku ingin tulis soal pencarianku akan Tuhan.

Kadang terlalu banyak kejadian menyakitkan, aku berpikir, apa yang salah pada diriku. Bagian mana yang harus kubenahi dalah hidupku. Lalu Aku berusaha mendekatkan diri padaNya. Tapi setelah itu, kejadian lebih besar dan lebih menyakitkan datang lagi. Katanya makin tebal iman seseorang, makin banyak ujiannya. Dulu aku berpikit begitu. Bahkan menasehati temen2 juga seperti itu.

Tapi sekarang, sesuatu terjadi padaku. Kegelisahanku ga bisa dibendung lagi. Lalu aku bertanya pada Tuhan : Tuhan, ini ujian atau hukuman?? apa lagi setelah ini. Sebegitu bencikah Kau padaku? Lalu untuk apa Kau ciptakan aku, Untuk apa aku dilahirkan? Kalo aku ada hanya untuk hidup terhina seperti ini, kenapa kau biarkan aku melakukan ini itu dengan jerih payah. Dengan Total, meski aku sering terjatuh, aku selalu bangkit lagi.

Aku membantu orang lain, aku berbuat sesuatu untuk orang banyak. Aku ga pernah berhitung. Aku bagikan keahlian keterampilanku pada orang banyak, tanpa berhitung dan meminta bayaran, Meski aku ditikam dari belakang, aku terus melakukan itu. 

Aku membantu usaha teman yang terpuruk hingga kembali berdiri, meski akhirnya aku hanya dikhianati dan diperalat. itu terjadi berulang-ulang dan aku tidak pernah berhenti hanya karena aku dikhianati.

Hingga ketika suami yang menikahiku selama 18 tahun, membuangku ke jalan tanpa uang sepeserpun. 18 tahun aku memenuhi kebutuhan sendiri bukan dari suami aku ga komplen meski kesal dan marah. Aku disia-siakan, aku tetap setia padanya meski sudah tidak memiliki rasa. karena anak2!! Banyak hal ekonomi juga yang kubantu untuk keluarga, aku ga pernah berhitung.

Hingga aku dipercaya mengurus beberapa komunitas, lalu aku difitnah mantan suami karena selingkuh dan ga becus ngurus anak. Padahal meski aku sakit bahkan kecelakaan, aku tetap antar jemput anak, sementara dia pulang ke rumah ibunya.

Yang paling menyakitkan, ternyata 18 tahun pernikahanku tidak pernah tercatat di negara. Aku ditipu, dikadalin, dicampakan, dibuang dan terpaksa berpisah dengan anak-anak. Itu terpaksa aku lakukan, karena mantan ga mau rugi soal duit. Kalo anak-anak ikut aku, nanti duitnya aku yang make katanya. Jadi kalo anak-anak ikut aku, dia ga mau kasih nafkah.

Aku putuskan dalam perjanjian, sementara anak-anak ikut dia. Daripada mereka hidup susah ma aku. Meski akhirnya aku kost dekat rumah supaya tetap bisa mengawasi mereka. Dan datang setiap kali mereka butuhkan.

Banyak ketidak adilan yang aku rasakan. Semua pengorbananku rasanya ga ada artinya. Aku seperti manusia sampah. Lagi-lagi aku bertanya pada Tuhan, apa aku masih bisa berharap padaMu? apa doa-doaku dan kedzoliman yang aku alami, akan terus Kau abaikan?? Apa Kau ada Tuhan?? 

Lalu aku mulai menganggap Tuhan seperti mereka-mereka, manusia-manusia yang mempermainkan hidup dan harapanku. Perjuanganku. Seperti manusia-manusia yang aku anggap jahat. Lalu aku ini apa, kalo Tuhan aja JAHAT ke aku??

Kadang aku seperti orang gila. Aku menangis sendiri, bicara sendiri seolah-olah Tuhan ada didepanku. Tapi kata-kataku tak didengar.....Tuhan berpaling dariku...Lama-lama aku bisa jadi gila beneran..

Lalu aku tanya Tuhan lagi. Tuhan, anakku anak-anak yang baik. Yang tidak pernah menuntut ini itu, apa Kau ingin membuat mereka juga terhina kalo aku jadi gila??

Meski begitu, aku tak pernah mengungkapkan kegelisahanku ini pada mereka. Juga keluarga (adik2 dan ayah). Mereka taunya aku baik-baik aja. Ayah ga pernah khawatir ke aku, karena beliau menganggap aku pasti selalu bisa mengatasi setiap persoalan. Kadang dia lupa, aku juga manusia biasa. Butuh ditegur, diingatkan, diperhatikan, dipedulikan.

Aku udah mulai pusing nih..kepala terasa berat. mungkin aku perlu istirahat dan rebahan dulu. next time aku cerita lagi, kalo laptop pinjaman ini ga cepet diambil mantan suami. Karena dia sepertinya mau bikin aku sengsara dengan tidak memiliki apa-apa, dan melakukan yang membuatku senang, 

nulis di HP?? kalo HPnya sehat mungkin bisa, Hp warisan selalu bekas punya anak-anak. Kadang hp mencet2 sendiri. Paling kesel kalo ada urusan penting, HP ga bisa diajak kompromi sehat dulu bentaran. Rasanya pengen banting. Tapi kalo aku banting nanti aku ga punya HP lagi. Beli darimana duitnya. Apalagi kondisi pandemi seperti ini, bikin ruang gerak terasa makin sempit.

udah dulu ah nulisnya. Dua hari lalu aku ke klinik, tensi darahku rendah banget. Kata dokternya gejala typus. Ga boleh kecapean dulu ya, jangan begadang, kurangin ngopi. Mungkin keleyengan ini gara-gara penyakit itu juga ditambah perut lapar dan kurang tidur.

aku rehat dulu. denger musik moga bikin aku ngantuk. Kemarin-kemarin denger syalawatan. Aku berhenti dulu, sambil mencari jawaban pada hatiku, apa aku masih bisa mempercayai adanya Tuhan atau aku hanya percaya di dunia hanya ada 2 hal, baik atau butuk. Tanpa Tuhan....

ga usah sewot deh yang baca. badan lagi sakit, jadi sensi dan kejadian buruk datang terus menerus. perut lapar, usaha apa aja buntu. mungkin besok aku bisa berubah pikiran. 

met rehat myblog. juga kalian yang baca. sehat sll ya

Inspiration Story : Good Friends

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents.. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy... "No charge,"answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

WE DON'T HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS............JUST GOOD FRIENDS  

Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit

Ada dua orang pria, keduanya sakit parah, menempati kamar rumah sakit yang sama. Satu orang diizinkan untuk duduk di tempat tidurnya selama satu jam setiap sore untuk membantu mengeringkan cairan dari paru-parunya. Tempat tidurnya di samping jendela ruangan itu.

Pria yang satunya, tidak lagi membangunkan tubuhnya karena penyakitnya. Dan harus menghabiskan seluruh waktunya dengan telentang. Kedua pria itu sering mengobrol selama berjam-jam. Mereka berbicara tentang istri mereka dan keluarga, rumah mereka, pekerjaan mereka, keterlibatan mereka dalam pelayanan militer, dan kemana saja mereka pergi saat masa libur. 

Dan setiap sore, saat pria  yang satu duduk dekat jendela , dia akan mengisi waktunya dengan menjelaskan kepada rekan sekamarnya semua hal yang ia bisa lihat di luar jendela. Pada saat itulah, pria di tempat tidur lainnya,  mulai merasa hidup lagi. Satu jam kedepan, baginya dunianya kembali  diperluas dan dimeriahkan oleh semua kegiatan dan warna dunia luar yang diceritakan rekannya itu. 

"Dari balik jendela ini, ada sebuah taman dengan danau yang indah. Bebek dan angsa bermain di air sementara anak-anak bermain perahu layar buatan mereka. Tidak jauh dari situ, ada sepasang pecinta muda berjalan bergandengan tangan di tengah bunga-bunga dari setiap warna pelangi. Pohon besar tua menghiasi taman, dan pemandangan indah dari kota bisa terlihat di kejauhan" cerita orang itu. 

Pria dekat jendala menceritakan semua secara rinci dan indah, sementara pria di sisi lain ruangan akan menutup mata dan membayangkan pemandangan indah. 

Suatu sore yang hangat pria di dekat jendela menggambarkan sebuah parade yang lewat. Meskipun orang lain tidak bisa mendengar band, dia bisa melihatnya di benak pria dekat jendela, yang menggambarkan ceritanya  dengan kata-kata deskriptif.  

Hari dan minggu berlalu. 

Suatu pagi, perawat datang untuk membawa air untuk mandi mereka. Dia  menemukan tubuh tak bernyawa pria "dekat jendela", yang telah meninggal dengan tenang dalam tidurnya. Dia sedih dan memanggil petugas rumah sakit untuk mengurus jenazahnya. Tak lama setelah kepergian pria itu, pria yang satunya lagi bisa duduk dan mendapat kesempatan untuk duduk dekat jendela setiap hari. Setelah memastikan dia nyaman, perawatpun meninggalkan dia sendirian. 

Ketika dia menyadari keindahan dunia luar, dia begitu bersuka cita. Tapi sungguh menyakitkan, karena dia harus menikmatinya sendiri tanpa temannya yang yang telah pergi.

Perlahan-lahan, di beralih  melihat dari luar jendela ke samping tempat tidur. Dia hanya mendapati  dinding yang kosong. Pria itu lalu meminta dengan paksa, agar perawat  menjelaskan hal indah di luar jendela seperti yang pernah dilakukan rekan sekamarnya dulu. Perawat itu menjawab bahwa orang itu buta dan bahkan tidak bisa melihat dinding. 

Dia berkata, "Mungkin ia hanya ingin menghibur Anda."

Story : Hospital Windows

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. 

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow.  Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.  Days and weeks

passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.  She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.  The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.  Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.  The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said,  "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage  you."

more story at http://inspireme.net/more_inspiring_Stories/hospital-windows.htm

Inspiration Story : How To Handle Tough Situations

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.

He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.

QUESTIONS:

1. What were the five words?

2. What is the implication of this story?

ANSWER:

The husband just said "I am with you Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior.

The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken  time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.

No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

MORAL OF THE STORY

Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out some warmth in human relationships. 

World Full Of Sons And Daughters Like You And Me

 

 

Treasure your mum !

 

The world is full of sons and daughters like you and me

I had a marvelous mother, who loved me,
Sacrificed for me and helped me in every way possible.

In all of my growing up from childhood through
School and eventually marriage,
My mother was always at my side.

 

And when I needed help with my little ones,
She was there for me.
A few years ago, we buried this wonderful woman.
Can you imagine how I felt when I returned home and
Found poem in her drawer written by my mom.

The time is now

 

If you are ever going to love
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow

 

Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiselled in marble
Sweet words on ice-cold stone

 

If you have tender thoughts of me
Please let me know now
If you wait until I am sleeping
There will be death between us
And I will not hear you then

 

So if you love me, even a little bit
Let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it

 

Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt
Because I never told her what she meant to me.

 

Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be treated.

I found time for everyone and everything else
But I never made time for her.

 

It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea
And a hug but my friends came first.

 

Would any of them have done for me what my mother did,
I know the answer.

 

When I called mom on the phone,
I was always in a hurry.

 

I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off , The times I retorted back to her , The times I glared at her in a angry mood when she wanted to correct me and guide me through the correct path. I remember too, the times I could have included her in a trip out and did not.

 

Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies.
They often turn to her for comfort and advice.
She understood them.

I realise now that I was too critical,
Too short-tempered, too stingy with praise.
Grandma gave them unconditional love.

The world is filled with sons, daughters and a child like me.
I hope they see themselves in this letter and realise from it.

If this has touched you, please pass it on to all the sons and
Daughters who have to praise their mom for everything they are today.

 

Story : Keep Driving!!

A lady was driving along with her father. They came upon a storm, and the young lady asked her father, What should I do?" He said "keep driving"..Cars began to pull over to the side, the storm was getting worse.   

 

"What should I do" The young ladyasked? "Keep driving," her father replied. 

 

On up a few feet, she noticed that eighteen wheelers were also pulling over. 

 

She told her dad, "I must pull o......ver, I can barely see ahead. It is terrible, and everyone is pulling over!" Her father told her,"Don't give up, just keep driving!" 

 

Now the storm was terrible, but she never stopped driving, and soon she could see a little more clearly. 

 

After a couple of miles she was again on dry land, and the sun came out. Her father said, "Now you can pull over and get out." 

 

She said "But why now?" 

 

He said : "When you get out, look back at all the people that gave up and are still in the storm, because you never gave up your storm is now over. This is a testimony for anyone who is going through "hard times". Just because everyone else, even the strongest, gives up. You don't have to...if you keep going, soon your storm will be over and the sun will shine upon your face again.

Story : My Son And Ice Cream

 

 

 

 

 

we can adopt this habit of asking our childern to say graceful sentences before/after food :)

 

 

Last week I took my children to a restaurant.  My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
 As we bowed our heads he said,  "God is good. God is great.  Thank you for the food,  and I would even thank you more if  Mom gets us ice cream for dessert.  And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
 

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark,  "That's what's wrong with this country.  Kids today don't even know how to pray.  Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"
 

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,  "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
 As I held him and assured him  that he had done a terrific job and  God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.  He winked at my son and said,
 "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
 "Really?" my son asked.

 "Cross my heart," the man replied.
 Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream.  A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
 
 Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal.  My son stared at his for a moment
 and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her,
 "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes;  and my soul is good already."

 http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/icecream.htm

The Law of The Garbage Truck

How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly she can get back her focus on what's important.

Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car’s back end by just inches!

The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."

Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.

So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck.” I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people a work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do anymore." I began to see garbage trucks.

Like in the movie "The Sixth Sense," the little boy said, "I see Dead People." Well, now "I see Garbage Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.

One of my favorite football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best.

Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about. The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by? Here's my bet. You'll be happier. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so.. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't.

 

 

 

Luna And Her Requested

Luna falls in love with Aril. I wonder what the draw of Aril, a definite .. Aril Luna felt 'different' than all the men ever closer to him.
So love Luna on Aril, like crazy ... Luna desperate and want to have it. Feeling that he had never had. During this time, he never thought to marry a man.
Luna every night praying and begging God: "God ... I love to make Aril immediately asked me ..".
Then, the next night Luna again prayed: "God ... made Aril my husband, I really wanted to be his wife". And so on. Until one night, Luna had a dream to see a grandfather. Grandfather was the incarnation of the Angel, who was sent by God to remind Luna to his prayers.
Grandpa: "Luna, do you really want to Aril be your husband?
Luna: "Yes grandfather, I love him and do not want to be separated with"
Grandpa: "Why do not you think your request again, is not far Aril often hurt you?"
Luna: "Yes Grandpa, but he had promised not to repeat them"
Grandpa: "Is not She often promised but also to repeat his mistake again?"
Luna: "One time he would change grandfather"
Grandpa: "I was just reminded, so you will not regret in the future" and the old man disappeared.
Until finally, one day ... Luna pregnant! So love Luna on Aril, to the extent that everything he had, given the Aril. Of starting material to ... honor. He even ignored warnings of close friends and those who loved her to immediately leave the Aril.
Long story short, eventually Aril "forced" to marry Luna.
Initially, Luna was so happy and grateful, because ultimately what is expected and dreamed of becoming a reality.
Over time prominent, Aril was never changed. Even as a husband and a father ... Aril often neglect their responsibilities. Luna is not only physical torture, but even mentally.
In his suffering day to day, Luna keep it to myself. He did not dare tell the trouble and embarrassment and problems on others. Also on my friends and people who "really" are very caring and loving. Although Aril not leave, but in their time together just the story on paper, but not in reality. What a wretched fate of Luna.
Until one day, Luna realized: What we want and we want to have, not necessarily good for us! It could even be the opposite, be backfire for us.
The conclusion of this story is:1. Be careful of what you want!
2. Do not ignore the warning, reprimand or advice from people around you .... even if it is your enemy! 
3. Pray to ask for the best for your life, not what you want. So, always make God your Master! Controlling your life, not what you want!
4. The life that we are, already at "LINE" since it first created a new earth ... live it ... destiny willingly. Because God must have had PLANS for us, and it is the BEST.