Dancing With You..

The deaths can come in various forms, some are so frightening, some are beautiful as heaven is longing for, and in the end death brings every human to the afterlife, dancing on the lap of the divine. I lifted my hand to caress my own chest somehow, there are a handful of fears that I've been crying out lately. fear when you sob, no longer accompany me to dance, no longer see me singing beautiful movements like a butterfly.

I'm still here, the cancer that has been five years with me I think won the battle, since chemo therapy I use hijab, is not it beautiful? God gave guidance by giving me a friend, a cancer cell. There is nothing I should blame because I always know, when my attempt to heal is no longer visible, it means that God really wants me to be called, God always knows how to love me, and this red veil, I never let go because someone has looked after me, thank God because of your love, and his love always embraces me.

This time it's finished my day with my best friend this one, tired me to run from death that in the end death will surely come too. This hospital is even like being my second home to prepare myself to meet her single. The one. And you I call the husband, may your heart be steadfast and may the love we have carved will not change, even if God will meet you with another mate one day.



Now the dew is really coming out of my long-held eyes, all of a sudden it took me into a wonderful momentum, where you first stole my heart, and you know I really like you who stole my heart. Every time you look at me while practicing contemporary dancing in the studio, is not that a beautiful initial reason why I love you so deeply, then the accident of bringing us together again in a rainy afternoon, you know I can not go home while it's my time to rest, you bravely offer me a ride.

Why the story turned beautiful, apparently there is a reason behind the accident, there is the intervention of the universe that I know God has planned it, so I am grateful, that you are happy. We are getting closer like two camps that appear to be one, and you are as warm as a blanket in the rainy season, at the same time calming in the dry season. My tears are getting more and more harsh as honesty has to come out very beautiful and torturous, I'm afraid of death but I'm also tired of running from it, I want to flow let the loving caress of God accompany my sleep, accompany my wake.

Our marriage has finally been done so beautifully, as the universe becomes ours, witnessed by the envy star of our love, witnessed by the loving God. What is the meaning of marriage without any hindrances to visit, disturbing on its critical side. The past is one of the reasons why the conflict ever happened, until we pledge to forgive one another. You swallow every day, you kiss my forehead day and night, everything is beautiful when there you are. Because the heaven of the world can become hell when you are not there, and now that I know the hand of God has looked up, ask me to hold it. What is my day as a weak man, and can only pray.
Now it was closed, which I saw no longer the momentum of the past, but a beautiful view of the unfortunate city from the hospital window. God thanks for looking after me since in my mother's womb.

"Zia ... instead you should a break?" I heard a voice sudden remove my fear to meet the death. "eh MAS Irfan ... emmm I just think only MAS." ungkapku honest, what hide the disease in the end only menyiksamu because it will kehilanganku, what hide the fear if I need your arms, as with knew my fear you always know how merengkuhku correctly, with love levels right, so dark be light. "anyway I will seek to healing you, However the trick. you more beautiful uses the hijab this" you complimented me with the strains said that there is no two beautiful, hair loss as the Crown of valuable a woman is a horror incredible kukhawatirkan, but you are willing to present love me, with all crying, all the wound, all your love. "but I bald MAS ... chemo therapy already claimed the hair, Crown" my tongue not resistant to say that, because for God's sake i'm scared thou not love me again. "i'm not love beauty. I love you Zia ... since the first met, you have seized my heart, you stole my heart, not beauty you, what else your hair ... why worships beauty when in the end of age merenggutnya slowly as well as abusive." jelasmu, my lips somehow vibrate want kucurahkan a request efflux, you should know a long time that the treatment is only make me more and not a perfect in front of you, as in the end cancer this would be an intermediary for grabbed my life. "MAS Irfan ... thank you already love me with the right, thank you are willing to be a priest good for me ... you know I used a dancer contemporary, and I really want to dancing with you, as we do in front of the building rectorate time period lecture first ..." with the tone of weak I tried to laugh, remember when we new establish lovers, you ask teach me to dance dance, I menantangmu shy dancing in the field front rectorate building, you really believe me, your eyes look at me sad that time, then we dance. Oh momentum was repeated, and this time I want to go back to it, if you are able to make it happen. "but you have to break Dear ..." you refuse request with very soft, if you know if the time I spent to break, then the momentum one it just right to be a ghost in the past. "MAS Irfan ... please ... i'm okay, I don't want to run again from the death. i'm tired of ... MAS ... I don't want to spend my life for treatment, avoid destiny ... kankerku already end-stage MAS, and almost five years we tried to." my tears breaking utter expression honest this. "I please Zia don't talk like that" you shut my lips with one telunjukmu soft, then I you hold your head at me, until I feel lips cold it kiss the forehead. kupejamkan eyes, leaving tears still flow through the cheek, my chest tightness have to admit the validity of this. "why God so cruel, try merenggutmu from me ..." I never thought, kaliamt that you lontarkan. how i'm angry you persaahkan the Lord. "MAS do not say so ... God loves me MAS, God loves US" hand up to immediately stroking cheek. "he too loves US so that he called me, this is the exam to our bypass, never remove those words again from your mouth MAS," why continue this sentence is very difficult, my tongue dumb and cavity my chest more crowded. tears sobbing in front of you. "MAS ... I please ... realize request the latter, I want to dance with you ... I want to dance in the campus of US." it fragility me, even my lips seemed weight to submit a request this one. this time you did not answer anything, just kuamati your eyes more swollen by tears continuous out, suddenly you held me, this is hug that I want. I know has now been understood, you are aware embrace this did not say but you understand what I mean since the last. "lovely afternoon MAS ..." pujiku looked at the campus, University of brawijaya. kusunggingkan senyumu, Yes we like to went wedding, MAS Irfan wearing batiknya while I wear dresses yellow with hijab White. "i'm sorry if you request this memberatkanmu" tuturku soft, kubelai cheeks and kissed her forehead with all love always updated. "you should seek treatment, break. instead of in the field rectorate like this" for the umpteenth time, you try to stop it. everything already happened and not a chance. "I ask you to imagine there is beautiful music that heave, accompany motion dance we" hand that earlier stroking his cheeks down and kulilitkan hand in your neck, occasionally I tried to wipe your tears. several pairs eyes to see US with strange, regard to our crazy about to dancing here. "do MAS ... for me ... please" kuseka tears still heavy again, without I want the music as appears with a soft, accompany every motion US. thank the Lord, I really happy, cavity my chest is no longer urge pain, it was like running on the Sky, you hold my hand closely when I do gyration, a little I found a smile on the cheek. isn't beautiful enjoy life as much as possible, not spend it to run of the destiny of the divine, I know dancing with you take US to the variety of picture of a beautiful the past. my tears out happy, pain merong-Rong all over my body is no longer I felt the existence, i'm sorry that will leave you in sepimu, i'm sorry if I hurt feelings. possible that there is the best reason why the concept of split and met there's always, as we can interpret this life with grateful. Sun had to wait and welcome that morning with a smile always steal my heart it, don't let grief menenggelamkanmu in kejahiliaan.

In the last movement I want to hug you as tight as I can, we both cry, but at least we still have a wonderful story to say goodbye. "Thank you mas Irfan ... you have happy me with all the love you have, thank you you have become the light of my hope. I'm happy with you mas. Forgive me if I have to precede you. "

In our slow motion it seems that my whole body is powerless against the cancer, it's time for me to receive the Divine hand to follow me into his intercession of love. My head puisng and my chest pressed, my tongue could no longer speak. You slowly fade away, and I let myself fall in your arms, your love. Your tears are gone too much, but be thankful for our farewell too beautiful. Dancing with you is My Farewell Greeting to you, keep me in your heart, even if you find another love one day, keep me in the most beautiful place in your soul.