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Saturday, June 22, 2013

the story of the sacrifice of a brother

Anggi was born in a very remote mountain village. Day after day, my parents yellow plow dry land, and their backs facing the sky. I have a sister, three years younger than me. One time, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to take it, I stole fifty cents from my father's drawer. Father noticed. He made ​​my sister and I knelt in front of the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" He asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Dad did not hear anyone claim, so he said, "All right, then, you two should be beaten!" He lifted up the bamboo stick up high. Suddenly, my sister grabbed her arm and said, "Dad, I did it!" Stick it hit the back of my brother's long barrage. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping until he ran out of breath.
Afterward, he sat down on the bed brick and scold us, "You have learned to steal from home, what other embarrassing things will you be doing in the future?
You should be beaten to death!
You shameless thief!
"That night, my mother and I hugged my brother in our arms. His body was covered with wounds, but he did not shed a tear drop. In the middle of the night, I suddenly started to bawl. My brother covered my mouth with his hand and said, "Sister, do not cry now. Everything has happened. "I still hate myself for not having the courage to come forward.
Many years have passed, but the incident is still fresh in my memory. I will never forget the look of my sister when she was protecting me. At that time, my brother was 8 years old. I was 11. When my brother was in his last year in junior high school, he graduated to go to high school in the district center. At the same time, I was accepted to go to a provincial university. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him, "Both our children have very good results ... the results are so good ..." She wiped her tears were flowing and sighed,
"What's the point?
  How can we possibly finance both of them?
"At that time, my brother walked up to my father and said," Dad, I do not want to go to school anymore, I have read enough books. "Father swung his hand and hit my sister in the face.
  "Why do you have a soul so damn weak?
Even if it means I have to beg in the streets, I will send you both to finish!
"And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and said, "A boy to continue his study otherwise he will never leave this poverty." I, on the contrary, has decided to no longer continue to university. Who knew the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with some ragged clothes and a few dry beans. He slipped into bed next to a piece of paper and left on my pillow.
"Sis, get into college is not easy. I'll go look for a job and send money. "I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried with tears streaming down until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old, I'm 20. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, I finally got to the third year (at university). One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you out there!
"Why is there a villager looking for me?
I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, the whole body dirty covered in cement and sand. I asked him,
"Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?
"He replied, smiling," See how I look.
What would they think if they knew I was your brother?
What they will not laugh at you?
"I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I wiped the dust from my brother-insulated bulkhead and in my words, "I do not care what people say! You are my brother no matter what! You are my brother no matter what way you look ... "From his pocket, he pulled out a hairpin-shaped butterfly. He put it to me, and went on to explain, "I saw all the city girls wear. So I think you also have to have one. "I can not hold back any longer. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried. That year, he was 20, I was 23. The first time I brought my boyfriend to the house, broken windows have been replaced, and look clean everywhere. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of her. "Mom, you do not need to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But he said, with a smile, "It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Did not you see the wound on his hand? He was injured when installing the new window .. "I walked into the small room my sister. Looking at his thin face, a hundred needle was stabbed. I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged.
"Does it hurt? 'I asked. "No, not sick. You know, when I was working at a construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that did not stop me from working and ... "Despite the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back, and tears streamed down my face.
That year, my brother was 23, I was 26. When I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they never would. They said, once they left the village, they would not know what to do. My brother does not agree, he said, "Sis-in-law take care of it. I'll take care of mom and dad here. "My husband became the director of the factory. We wanted my brother to get a job as a manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on starting working as a repairman. One day, my brother was on a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him. Looking at the white gyps on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you refuse to be a manager? Manager will never have to do something dangerous like this.
Look at you now, a serious injury. Why will not you listen to us? "With a serious look on his face, he defended his decision. "Think of brother-in-law-he just became the director, and I barely educated. If I became the manager, what kind of news to be delivered? "My husband's eyes filled with tears, and then get out my words were word-word:" But you lack in education as well as I! "" Why talk about the past? "My sister menggenggamtanganku. That year, he was 26 and I was 29. My sister then aged 30 when he married a farmer girl from the village. During his wedding, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who do you respect and love?" Without thinking, he answered, "My sister." He went on to recount a story that could not even remember.
"When I was going to elementary school, he was in a different village. Every day my sister and I walked for two hours to go to school and come home. One day, I lost one of the gloves tanganku.Kakakku give one of hers. He only wears one and walking that far. When we arrived home, her hand was the weather was so cold that she could not hold her chopsticks. Since that day, I swear, as long as I am alive, I will keep both her ​​and my brother. "Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. The words came out my lips so hard I said, "In my life, I am the most grateful is my sister
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still at heart

Should I never understood how you are always wrong in your eyes ..
Are there feelings ...
I tried beautiful in your eyes, sometimes it was not my idea
I did it for love ..

Surely I could never live without certainty of love.
"should be how to convince you, while your heart is not for me ..
Should survive love, while your heart was never for me "

I was the same with him that you love wholeheartedly.
Let you go without a sense of

Go away from me

I can not believe you did this ...
I wanted to kill him ..
The pain me, you fuck with him .... In front of me!!

"How satisfied are you, crush me? Keep your forgiveness, your sins enjoy. Have you gone mad, betrayed in love .. Go away from me"


While it slow me realize, you are indeed the best.
Love is the most understood what makes me cry.
Although you are far away, know when you will return.
Tightness in the chest crying, knows when you'll be back

"months bring my love to him, whisper I will faithfully awaits him. Months though I could not express, warm at heart & love for me"
maybe if god unite, we will be together. I begged God to you, a time I expressed this

All I want

I often think to fatigue
nevertheless did not I find a way out
if it is not this, it's over
because I do not want my time wasted

do not push it, if this is not the
because something sensitive, we create a problem

what I want you there, but not like this situation, what I want is always with you,
if god willing this way, change all so what I want, because I want all goes as I want

More Than Beautiful

..... The hearts trembled at the thought of you ......
..... Maybe this self unseen by you, I understand it .....

How can I make you know that you're more than beautiful on the inside. ..
Through this song I want you to understand, I love you .. I want to be with.

..... Although I never knew when you understand it, I try tuk hope ...

I Keep Waiting

Although you are not mine, but my heart is still for you.
Millions of options right there by my side can replace you ..
Although the storm hit, it does not love me loose.
Give a chance to prove me able to be the best, and still be the best

I will be waiting, although they had a long wait, I will remain faithful waiting. I know you're just for me. Let my time by waiting it out, until you believe how much I love you, I keep waiting

messages story of love part 2

I want to understand what I have to understand, I want to understand what I have to understand, I want to do what I have to do. But I never knew your heart I never knew the mind
Really ... There is still a sense of uncertainty in this heart, full bandage our wounds you end Togetherness without words
I cornered alone in Tortured screams disappointed and wondering what is left of our trip so far?
I never thought even crossed alone you leave on me without a word, without talking Leaving a million memories, a million meanings Meanings beautiful but tasted bitter
Now my heart is touched Putting the pieces back into a sense of longing Looked cast blank die picture beautiful face
If you know ... There's longing in my silence ...
To my love "hopefully we met in the beautiful sacred bond"
And I'm not ready to go any further with you, then I love you in silence because they are one of my silence proof of my love for you I want to praise you, to not take illicit relationship that I did not want to ruin the sanctity and guard your heart
because my silence glorifies the sanctity of self and your heart because you love the person I might have are also those who have God chose for me
because of the power stored in the power of hope my silence until might hope God will make it come true love is silent until it can talk in real life is not God's servant will not decide who wished her expectations?
And if it is "the love of my silence" did not have the opportunity to speak in the real world let me remain silent
if he is not mine, by the time God would remove "the love of my silence" it by giving it a sense of a more beautiful and the right people
and I let the "love of my silence" into its own memory and a secret corner of my heart with my heart THE OWNER.

                                                                             From : Story On Love
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