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Thursday 30 november 2017, is not the case for me, especially for my father ... because at that moment my father was hospitalized when I was still in Yogyakarta, told by my mother I immediately took my sister who was in Yogyakarta also to go home ... afternoon after my college, my sister and I went home with the rain. I do not care about the rainy weather, the most important thing is that I can go home and meet my father.4 hours drive home by motorcycle, I got home at 17.30. and at that time my mother was picking up my dad at the hospital to go home, I'm so glad dad can go home.But after returning home, my mother told me that my father's illness was seriously ill, and I was in surgery and I wanted to shed tears when I heard that. My father looked very weak, I also understood his feelings when he knew the illness, but this is not the end of it, there is still a way to get through it and managed to fight the disease.That night I rested to calm my mind and pray for my father's healing, at midnight wanting to cry but crying is not the way my father healed, all I can do is pray for my healing, Allah will be there for his people if his people believe in existence God, I'm sure of it.The next day, my father did the usual activities of buying breakfast at the front of the house, my father looked healthy because he was sick in his internal organs. I'm glad my dad is still as excited as ever, that's what my dad must do to get his disease so unyielding. If we try to fight disease, and we are able to fight it then it is a very precious experience of life. Early in the morning, I painted my mother's room wall because she wanted her room to be painted again, all day I did that activity until late afternoon, at night I bought martabak with my sister, my favorite martabak, which taste very good texture soft, comfortable in the mouth hehehe ... . It's a lot of martabak but I do not care because this is my subscription, but after the usual place of shopping, martabak closing, very disappointed it's been far and not open, but I bought in martabak next to it, I think than not getting any better I trying the other martabak hehehe, I bought martabak eggs and sweet as usual.After buying martabak I rushed to get home because I could not wait to enjoy this martabak. 30 minutes I arrived at home, I instantly eat martabak is a family but not exhausted because martabaknya a lot and I leave for the next morning.The next day, I woke up early and did not forget I had breakfast with martababk the rest of the night hehe, no problem because martabaknya is still good hehehe ...At 10 am I prepared to return to my activities in Yogyakarta to seek knowledge. I leave at 10:30, thank God on my way and my brother did not rain because the weather was very bright. the journey from home to Yogyakarta takes 4 hours, a little more smooth because it is not raining and a little road repair.
Thursday 30 november 2017, is not the case for me, especially for my father ... because at that moment my father was hospitalized when I was still in Yogyakarta, told by my mother I immediately took my sister who was in Yogyakarta also to go home ... afternoon after my college, my sister and I went home with the rain. I do not care about the rainy weather, the most important thing is that I can go home and meet my father.4 hours drive home by motorcycle, I got home at 17.30. and at that time my mother was picking up my dad at the hospital to go home, I'm so glad dad can go home.But after returning home, my mother told me that my father's illness was seriously ill, and I was in surgery and I wanted to shed tears when I heard that. My father looked very weak, I also understood his feelings when he knew the illness, but this is not the end of it, there is still a way to get through it and managed to fight the disease.That night I rested to calm my mind and pray for my father's healing, at midnight wanting to cry but crying is not the way my father healed, all I can do is pray for my healing, Allah will be there for his people if his people believe in existence God, I'm sure of it.The next day, my father did the usual activities of buying breakfast at the front of the house, my father looked healthy because he was sick in his internal organs. I'm glad my dad is still as excited as ever, that's what my dad must do to get his disease so unyielding. If we try to fight disease, and we are able to fight it then it is a very precious experience of life. Early in the morning, I painted my mother's room wall because she wanted her room to be painted again, all day I did that activity until late afternoon, at night I bought martabak with my sister, my favorite martabak, which taste very good texture soft, comfortable in the mouth hehehe ... . It's a lot of martabak but I do not care because this is my subscription, but after the usual place of shopping, martabak closing, very disappointed it's been far and not open, but I bought in martabak next to it, I think than not getting any better I trying the other martabak hehehe, I bought martabak eggs and sweet as usual.After buying martabak I rushed to get home because I could not wait to enjoy this martabak. 30 minutes I arrived at home, I instantly eat martabak is a family but not exhausted because martabaknya a lot and I leave for the next morning.The next day, I woke up early and did not forget I had breakfast with martababk the rest of the night hehe, no problem because martabaknya is still good hehehe ...At 10 am I prepared to return to my activities in Yogyakarta to seek knowledge. I leave at 10:30, thank God on my way and my brother did not rain because the weather was very bright. the journey from home to Yogyakarta takes 4 hours, a little more smooth because it is not raining and a little road repair.
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