#rolade

[obsidiancreates]

I learn about a new famous racist every day- sometimes one who's already dead

[searchingnewme]

Még mindig sokat gondolok rád.. vannak napok, hogy eszembe jutsz és napokig nem távozol onnan.

Te vagy maga a szerelem, az az érzés, amit ha hiányolok, a fejemben a te képed jelenik meg, a te csókodat érzem a számon, a te ölelésed bizsergeti a testem. A szex maga is csak a veled megélt pillanatokat idézi. Mert tele volt érzelemmel, szenvedéllyel és vággyal. És mert SOHA nem éreztem magam ilyen gyönyörűnek, csodálatosnak és különlegesnek, mint mikor a testünk összeolvadt.

El akarlak engedni, de teljesen még nem sikerült. És csak remélni tudom, hogy lesz olyan, akitől ezt újra megkapom én is meg te is. Mert csak ezért érdemes élni.

[morcantinon]

nothing like the pure unadulterated homo-eroticism between two drug dealing vigilante best friends who wear matching overalls and have made out but only one of them is gay and they're canadian

[erosnekszulettem]

[arrestedforhomestuckcrimes]

What's your "Should have realized that was neuroatypical" habit from childhood? Mine was/is reading cookbooks cover to cover.

[vituspolikarpus]

Watch "Rolade Tofu Carrots Daily Healthy Snacks for Families" on YouTube

[vital-deloin]

Tango en Skai is a famous composition by French composer, music teacher and guitarist Diens Rolad.

또모 TOWMOO 클래식계 꼬북좌의 무게감있는 "가짜탱고" 연주 국제콩쿨 9번 우승하신분

[newlifeprojects]

volt akcios szarvashus-rolad a billaban, lassuk mit sikerul osszehozni belole holnap!

mindenesetre vettem hozza lilakaposztat, sutotokot es szelidgesztenyet, valami szoszt kepzelek hozza oszi izekkel es szinekkel, meg rusztikus piritott burgonyat

[lyledebeast]

My Sins Return to Visit Me: Atrocities, Whiteness, and Cosmic Justice in The Patriot

As he watches over the body of his slain son just before The Patriot's final battle, Benjamin Martin confides to his friend, Harry Burwell, that he believes Gabriel's death is some kind of divine repayment for his past wrongs: "I have long feared that my sins would return to visit me, and the cost is more than I can bear." This line also appears at the very beginning of the film, replacing scenes that were filmed but not included in any released edition featuring Martin's actions at Fort Wilderness during the French and Indian War years prior. We hear it in a voice over as Martin closes the trunk lid on his Cherokee tomahawk. Not only is he haunted by his past, but this representation of the American Revolution is haunted by the Cherokee people in spite of writer Rob Rodat and director Rolad Emmerich's attempts to erase them. Although the narrative brushes Martin's words here off as simple grief, I would argue that this reading of his past is more historically honest than the one the film's ending suggests.

In a broad sense, this film appropriates Native identity for the Patriots in the same way Benjamin Martin appropriated that tomahawk. In The Patriot's logic, these men defeated the British because they were fighting to protect their homes and families, they knew the terrain well from a lifetime spent living on it, and they made use of guerilla tactics to gain an advantage over stronger forces. Meanwhile, the British, personified by Colonel Tavington, are brutal colonizers motivated only by greed. It is not hard to see how including Native characters would trouble this interpretation. Only one scene in the film features any, scouts who drop off the single survivor of Benjamin Martin's massacre in the woods at Colonel Tavington's camp. Apart from this, the only onscreen representation the Cherokees have is Martin's tomahawk, and the film only tells their story through the lens of his memories.

Ironically, presenting the Patriots as "native" ends up meaning Tavington's treatment of them bears striking resemblance to historical Patriots' treatment of the Cherokees and other tribes. It is unclear how many homes Tavington has targeted in the beginning of his screentime to have earned the nickname "the Butcher" that General O'Hara informs us about, but after Cornwallis allows him to resume these tactics, he burns eight Patriot homes, killing the inhabitants before burning Pembroke Church with its congregation inside. A few years prior from 1776-1777, a period the film skips over, Patriot forces had waged war against the Cherokee nation for its support of the British crown with devastating effects. Historian Jordan Baker writes in "The Cherokee-American War from the Cherokee Perspective:"

"All along the border, American troops launched a scorched earth campaign. And with each victory the Continental forces earned, they burned Cherokee towns and took survivors prisoner. By the end of the campaign, they had destroyed over fifty Cherokee towns, including crops and livestock, and killed hundreds of Cherokee, enslaving the survivors and sending them as far off as the Caribbean."

Among Tavington's first lines in the film are orders surely similar to those Continental officers gave in the aforementioned Cherokee towns: "Fire the house and barns. Let it be known that if you harbor the enemy, you will lose your home." Even the worst excesses of Tavington's cruelty have more in common with Americans' treatment of Native peoples after the war than any British actions during it. For example,

"In March 1782, after Indian attacks upon American settlements on the western frontier, militiamen under the command of Col. David Williamson attacked the Moravian Christian Mission at Gnadenhutten. Peaceful Delaware Indians, who had converted to Christianity, were rounded up, and ninety-six Delaware Indians, men, women, and children, were bludgeoned to death."

Perhaps most ironically, Tavington's lust for the Ohio valley is a sentiment that historically belonged to his enemies. According to Jason Edwin Anderson, American land speculators, including George Washington, had designs on this region, but the Royal Proclamation of 1763 recognized Native sovereignty there and barred settlement beyond the Appalachian Mountains. As a result, expansion was a stronger motive for independence than freedom from British tyranny in the western colonies. In almost every case, Tavington's atrocities and the reasons behind them are displaced American ones. Under different circumstances, he would have been a model Patriot.

Reading The Patriot by light of the Native stories it erases makes it less a story of hardy pioneers and their effete oppressors than of one set of brutal colonizers being given a taste of their own medicine by a slightly more recently arrived brutal colonizer. However, there are a couple of crucial and related differences between Tavington's fictional atrocities and the Patriots' historical ones. First, Tavington's reach is far more restricted. General Cornwallis grants him permission to utilize brutal tactics solely in service of capturing Martin. He does not direct his other officers to coordinate with Tavington and kill as many rebels as possible. Why? In Cornwallis's words, "These colonials are our brethren." Not "These colonials will be our brethren after we win the war," which would suggest a political meaning to "brethren." That they are brethren now suggests that this brotherhood is based in something unchangeable, like race.

Even Martin concedes the humanity of British soldiers; he offers Rawlins a bounty for their gear, not their scalps. His disposal of his enemies at Fort Wilderness also evinces a more profound hatred for Native people; he sends a raft full of heads and two men alive "to tell the tale" to the French fort but baskets of eyes, tongues, and fingers to the Cherokees with no one to explain what happened. Tavington holds Whiteness in no such esteem. He murders people of color, too, shooting some Black men for refusing to give him information, but their fate pales in comparison to the one that awaits the White congregation of Pembroke Church for the same reason. What appears to make Tavington's actions so aberrant in this context, and so shocking to the film's heroes even after he does the same things numerous times, is not their brutality or that they are directed against non-combatants, but that he targets other White people.

I can't help wondering how the Cherokees would have reacted to their ally in red and green had they been present in the film to do so. I imagine very different responses. On the one hand, some might have felt apprehension about the Patriot retribution that would follow Tavington's actions stemming from their own memories of Fort Wilderness. Others, also with Fort Wilderness on their minds, may have felt that Tavington had thrown the party of the year at Pembroke Church and rudely failed to invite them. Surely some of the scouts who bring Tavington the survivor are the right age to have received Martin's baskets from Fort Wilderness as children, but they are denied the opportunity for vengeance that Martin so eagerly indulges for himself. That would have been an even more fitting means of Martin's sins returning to visit him, if that was indeed what the filmmakers were aiming for.

Instead, they retreated even further from Cherokee representation than originally intended. The extended cut features a very brief scene in which Captain Bordon informs Tavington that the Cherokee scouts have arrived, and the two officers approach two scouts who stand facing them before the camera cuts away. In the theatrical release, the scene opens on the scouts' backs as they walk through the camp, and the camera cuts to Tavington and Bordon entering the tent where the wounded private is being treated. Apparently even showing Tavington in the same frame with Cherokee men emphasizes too clearly that the British were allied to people many Patriots, Martin obviously included, viewed as subhuman.

If Martin did maintain his view of the loss Tavington visited on him as a kind of cosmic justice, it would make him a far more interesting and reflective character. It would mean he recognized, on some level, that there was a price to pay for his horrific, racially-motivated violence beyond just feeling guilty. Moreover, it would have acknowledged that American imperialism was no less greedy and destructive than British imperialism. If the film supported that reading, Martin might have died along with Tavington, or at the very least lost his ill-gotten gains. Instead, the film ends with him watching the construction of his new home in the exact spot where the former one stood with the sun beaming down on him and his family.* After ordering Wilkins to burn the church, Tavington tells him, "This will be forgotten," but here we are clearly meant to have forgotten about Martin's atrocities already. This becomes more poignant when we consider that the same Royal Proclamation of 1763 that forbad British settlement beyond the Appalachian Mountains also granted land to men who had served in the French and Indian War, including 3,000 acres to captains, the rank Benjamin Martin held. Not only did he commit similar atrocities to Tavington, but he received the very reward for them that Tavington covets, and from the same hands. For all Martin's claims to feel guilt over his past actions, his life is a brutal tactics success story, one only reinforced by the film's ending.

*Some commentors have argued that the house being rebuilt is actually Charlotte's. While I don't think that's the case, it would still support my point. Charlotte's house was the larger of the two. presumably with even more land attached. It's an upgrade!

[1skinnybones1]

Miałam dzisiaj urodziny i to byl koszmar.

Matka kazała mi zjesc tort i rolade bezową wiec na pewno wyszlo poza 500 kcal :(

Jedyne co było dzisiaj okej to to ze "babcia" nazwala mnie chudą. Teraz sie zastanawiam czy zrobić body checka ale nie jestem pewna czy to robić czy nie.

Na szczęście waga mi nie wzrosła od wczoraj (nwm jak) ale niestety bmi jest 19,7...

[azsofiaa]

Tiszta lappal jottem vissza. Vicces olvasni ezt a sok baromsagot amit rolad hordtam ossze. Ha ujra az utamba kerulnel mar szoba sem allnek veled

[afajdalomszepitmeg]

Kerhetek szelfit rolad? Elkepesztoen szep vagy csak azert ☺️

Nagyon aranyos vagy! Elég régen készítettem magamról képet,de tessék:

[quiennoarriesganogana]

Ez az utolso honap.

Ez mar nagyon a vegjatek, izgatott vagyok es felek is. Rettentoen varlak mar keresztlanyom!

A telom mindig maxhangeron ha esetleg hivnak, hogy keszuljek mert jossz.

Varom, hogy lassalak es foghassalak, hogy naaagyon sok mindent elmeselhessek Neked.

De lesz amit nem fogok.. Nem fogom elmeselni, hogy mikor meg a pocakban voltal volt valaki, akit keresztszulodkent emlitettunk Mellettem. Valaki akivel egyutt vettuk meg azt a bizonyos tesztet Anyukadnak. Valaki akit nagyon szerettem, es ugyanaz a valaki aki tonkre is tett. Utalom magamat, hogy ha csak kicsit is de koze volt Hozzad. Hogy egyaltalan tudott Rolad.

De egyet megigerek! Soha nem fogom engedni, hogy ugy szenvedj ahogy en szenvedtem. Nem fogok meselni rola, mert nem erdemli meg, hogy tudj rola.

Szeretlek picikem! Mindig vigyazni fogok Rad!

N.M🩷

[jack-xoxo]

Devil's Knight

If I'm not drawing then I'm writing!! I'm back from burnout and stress and, while I was taking my break I saw a pin on pintrest that inspired me to write my Jake x Matt fan fic.

Matt

3:44 pm

Murdock sits in his office, an empty room where pipes align and humming vents drying his sweat. He hated how the weather each year was getting worse, he could hear the sunwaves coming in like those cartoon aliens taking a farmer’s car in those tacky kid shows. High Heels clicking the floor, each step powerful and in a hurry, perfume tangy and fruity, keys jingle and dance with a brush of sand, their hearts at ease but in slight panic… Knock Knock…. “Abraham” they said. Matt was shocked, usually she had never wore heels or let alone perfume, must be prepared for a date or an occasion “Come in”

Matt sunk into his leather seat that squeaked uncomfortably, his legs crossed and his head on the palm of his hand with a tugged smirk spread slightly as he had expected her, her heart rises but settles down, obviously not impressed by matt’s charm or looks “I have a few cases for you and I think one of them will stand out” she tells him, sliding plopping the thick files on his desk. Matt sighed, appreciating the files and her enthusiasm till she spoke again “but I think one will stand out, the name is Jake Lockley, charged with a hit and run, highway robbery, and 2nd degree manslaughter–” Abraham listed the crimes committed, Matt listened in. His breath hitched or a small chuckle made as the crime was listed for him, hell, even Santa's list was longer than whatever Mr.Lockley had done, but what had caught Matt’s attention was the mention Jake could have more than three identities. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and the one, Jake lockley.

“Wait, so what about these guys? What do you mean you think Mr. Lockley could have multiple aliases?” Matt asks, seeming more interested in this one, or three individuals. Could this man possibly have been a triplet? It could be possible, or sneaky man that had been caught two times and this was his last chance, “Well… it’s hard to explain since—” Abraham paused, her face cringed as Matt lifted from his chair, leaning in close, invading her space and raising suspicion the longer the silence spoke for her “since what-? Don’t keep me on edge here” he tells her “Jake and Steven are possible aliases since Marc Spector is suspected to have a disorder, D.I.D. I can look for those too if you want” Matt nodded at the suggestion, intriguing at best, past clients often weren’t well but this one seemed to stuck out their head out in line.

Matt stayed, his fingertips feeling the dotted paper, a fat stack of felonies that left him to laugh freely. A taxi-driver that knew his streets, a father with a kid off to a college and. Steven Grant, the multi-billionaire, could possibly cut past Tony Stark levels, no kids, clean record. And Marc Specoter, Marine Corps as Second lieutenant (O-1), married to Marlene he seemingly had died by execution to the back of the head by his C.O. (Commanding Officer) Rolad Bushman, Marc was diagnosed with D.I.D. as a child/ developed D.I.D. while he had kept the identities facade for multiple years. 

Matt enjoyed challenges, nothing but getting rid of a speeding ticket can’t do, there was no fighting in the daycare of hell’s kitchen so Matt, still in the office, he figures out he has to sort things into a neat line of sort. Abraham leaves, her heels dance and echo then another set shoes come into the song, more heavier.

Shit, cigars… Matt never liked the tobacco stick, often shows an addicted retard who’s having trouble finding a job while working for hell or a snob who’s miserable with their life and tries to flirt with the younger crowd but tries miserably since they were last updated in the 90’s, 2000’s, or 2010’s and often go for the dumb, just turned 18 or 21 type of people. But this one, the fragrance… Chanel Bleu de Chanel, not shocking, it compliments the cigars with the sweet woody smell that made Matt’s mouth water, leather jacket… gloves too? The smell of shoe polish caught Matt's throat, no knock, he invited himself here. The mixtured scents blew in Matt's nose, his radar lines outlining the man, a flat cap no one has worn since newspaper boys were a thing, a buttoned shirt tucked with shirt stays, regular jean pants that’s pockets have been stretched to fit his wallet and phone. Hair pulled back with curls sticking out…Hey, is that a mustache too?

“You’re murdock?” The man asks, Matt smiled as he showed off his canines ``Guilty” a smile was genuine that evening, the man reaches to shake his hand and he sits down, the leather squeaks for help “So mr. lockley, I’ve read your file and I would like to ask, why me?” He asks, don’t get him wrong though, Matt enjoys a good challenge like every lawyer does with their client, but he just wants to know why a high-class criminal who can keep a low profile wants Matt to represent them “Well simple, I chose the best to minimize my prison sentence… unless you think I’m too much of a hassle then I can move my ‘hind out of here and choose that guy who had you had a cat fight with” Matt groaned in his head, the word still runs after had happened in that supreme court and ‘cat fight’ is a massive understatement, it’s of more who can twist the words of the law without even having to move a muscle “I can help, we will discuss your sentence and all your concerns” Matt explained and had a lawy

Matt

3:44 pm

Murdock sits in his office, an empty room where pipes align and humming vents drying his sweat. He hated how the weather each year was getting worse, he could hear the sunwaves coming in like those cartoon aliens taking a farmer’s car in those tacky kid shows. High Heels clicking the floor, each step powerful and in a hurry, perfume tangy and fruity, keys jingle and dance with a brush of sand, their hearts at ease but in slight panic… Knock Knock…. “Abraham” they said. Matt was shocked, usually she had never wore heels or let alone perfume, must be prepared for a date or an occasion “Come in”

Matt sunk into his leather seat that squeaked uncomfortably, his legs crossed and his head on the palm of his hand with a tugged smirk spread slightly as he had expected her, her heart rises but settles down, obviously not impressed by matt’s charm or looks “I have a few cases for you and I think one of them will stand out” she tells him, sliding plopping the thick files on his desk. Matt sighed, appreciating the files and her enthusiasm till she spoke again “but I think one will stand out, the name is Jake Lockley, charged with a hit and run, highway robbery, and 2nd degree manslaughter–” Abraham listed the crimes committed, Matt listened in. His breath hitched or a small chuckle made as the crime was listed for him, hell, even Santa's list was longer than whatever Mr.Lockley had done, but what had caught Matt’s attention was the mention Jake could have more than three identities. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and the one, Jake lockley.

“Wait, so what about these guys? What do you mean you think Mr. Lockley could have multiple aliases?” Matt asks, seeming more interested in this one, or three individuals. Could this man possibly have been a triplet? It could be possible, or sneaky man that had been caught two times and this was his last chance, “Well… it’s hard to explain since—” Abraham paused, her face cringed as Matt lifted from his chair, leaning in close, invading her space and raising suspicion the longer the silence spoke for her “since what-? Don’t keep me on edge here” he tells her “Jake and Steven are possible aliases since Marc Spector is suspected to have a disorder, D.I.D. I can look for those too if you want” Matt nodded at the suggestion, intriguing at best, past clients often weren’t well but this one seemed to stuck out their head out in line.

Matt stayed, his fingertips feeling the dotted paper, a fat stack of felonies that left him to laugh freely. A taxi-driver that knew his streets, a father with a kid off to a college and. Steven Grant, the multi-billionaire, could possibly cut past Tony Stark levels, no kids, clean record. And Marc Specoter, Marine Corps as Second lieutenant (O-1), married to Marlene he seemingly had died by execution to the back of the head by his C.O. (Commanding Officer) Rolad Bushman, Marc was diagnosed with D.I.D. as a child/ developed D.I.D. while he had kept the identities facade for multiple years. 

Matt enjoyed challenges, nothing but getting rid of a speeding ticket can’t do, there was no fighting in the daycare of hell’s kitchen so Matt, still in the office, he figures out he has to sort things into a neat line of sort. Abraham still stayed as she had a call coming in, she excuses herself then leaves the room. Matt listens in, leaning more into his desk as he held the cane “Jake lock… police… requested Mr. Matth–....” Picking up the bits and pieces, to hell with these walls, Matt sat back down as he can hear the knob shift “anything?” He asks, Abraham seemed giddy for an odd reason, it even made him tug a smile “You’re requested to go to the NYPD and be the defendant of Jake Lockley '' Coincidence, oh sweet God, Father I hope so.

4:06 pm

Shit, cigars… I can smell it without coming into the building. Matt never fond of the tobacco stick, often shows an addicted retard who’s having trouble finding a job while working for hell or a snob who’s miserable with their life and tries to flirt with the younger crowd but tries miserably since they were last updated in the 90’s, 2000’s, or 2010’s and often go for the dumb, just turned 18 or 21 type of people. But this one, the fragrance… Chanel Bleu de Chanel, not shocking, it compliments the cigars with the sweet woody smell that made Matt’s mouth water, leather jacket. The smell of shoe polish caught Matt's throat, he’s cuffed to the table, the metal rubbing together screams in his ears. The mixtured scents blew in Matt's nose, his radar lines outlining the man, a flat cap no one has worn since newspaper boys were a thing, a buttoned shirt tucked with shirt stays, regular jean pants that’s pockets have been stretched to fit his wallet and phone. Hair pulled back with curls sticking out…Hey, is that a mustache too?

“Come here often?” The man asks, Matt coughed a laugh with a unsure smile “uhm… I’m your lawyer?” a smile was genuine that evening, the man reaches to shake his hand and he sits down, the metal chair screeches across the floor “So mr. lockley, I’ve read your file and I would like to ask, why me?” He asks, don’t get him wrong though, Matt enjoys a good challenge like every lawyer does with their client, but he just wants to know why a high-class criminal who can keep a low profile wants Matt to represent them “Well simple, I chose the best to minimize my prison sentence… unless you think I’m too much of a hassle then I can move my ‘hind out of here and choose that guy who had you had a cat fight with” Matt groaned in his head, the word still runs after had happened in that supreme court and ‘cat fight’ is a massive understatement, it’s of more who can twist the words of the law without even having to move a muscle “I can help, we will discuss your sentence and all your concerns” Matt explained and had a lawyer talk with Jake, Matt questioned and almost got infuriated with Jake, he couldn’t get a single hint that Matt could use of Jake, no heartbeat rising, no smell of sweat or fear, no foot tapping the floor, nor even shaking hands…Not even a bit of jaw clenching. This wasn’t the first time Matt had been interested in a person who showed themselves to be collected and undetectable but hopefully this won’t be the last.

er talk with Jake, Matt questioned and almost got infuriated with Jake, he couldn’t get a single hint that Matt could use of Jake, no heartbeat rising, no smell of sweat or fear, no foot tapping the floor, nor even shaking hands…Not even a bit of jaw clenching. This wasn’t the first time Matt had been interested in a person who showed themselves to be collected and undetectable but hopefully this won’t be the last.

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[sebiruhariini]

Aku kangen nenek

Banyak kenangan masa kecilku bareng nenek. Karena ummi yang mesti mengajar dan mengisi kajian hampir setiap hari, jadilah yang kulihat sepulang sekolah adalah sosok nenek. Entah sedang ngobrol bareng tetangga di teras rumah barang sepetak itu, entah sedang berbaring menonton tv beralaskan tikar dan bantal, atau sedang sesekali menjahit bajunya atau kakek yang bolong, pokoknya selalu beraktivitas saat kupulang ke rumah. Maklum, rumahku bersebelahan sama rumah nenek, nyambung juga bagian belakangnya.

Aku kangen masakan nenek. Setiap pulang sekolah, yang ada bukanlah masakah ummi, tapi masakan nenek. Sop, kangkung tumis, sup kacang merah, tahu tempe semur, bahkan rolade asam manis-yang kalau aku lagi kepengen, nenek selalu bilang "Minta uangnya sama Ummi, besok dibikinin"-, semua masakannya enak. Dan dari beragam masakan itulah yang membuatku tidak pilah-pilih saat mau makan, hingga sekarang. Aku suka semuanya, bahkan pete, jengkol, dsb. Aku tidak keberatan untuk melahapnya. Haha.

Tak hanya makan siangku, momen-momen school trip saatku SD juga banyak ditemani nenek. Mulai dari tur ke Lubang Buaya sampai perpisahan kelas 6, nenek yang menemaniku. Sejujurnya sedih ya karena lihat yang lain bisa ditemani ibunya, tapi apalah daya. Kayaknya orangtua kawanku lebih kenal nenek ketimbang ummiku :')

Jika malam tiba, nenek selalu nonton tv. Entah itu sinetron ataupun acara dangdut. Disetelnya tv dengan volume cukup keras. Aku? Yaa, dikit-dikit ikut nonton kalau PR sekolahku sudah selesai. Seru!

Kenangan nenek muncul juga setiap datang bulan Ramadhan. Nenek punya kebiasaan menaruh/tag sajadah di mushola dekat rumah sehabis makan bukaan di rumah. Maklum, Mulholla dekat rumahku *dulu* pasti penuh sesak jamaaah. Nenek tidak pernah ketinggalan sholat tarawih. Aku yang melihat kebiasaan tersebut mulai sedikit-sedikit meniru cara nenek. Akhirnya, akulah yang diminta untuk tag sajadah untuk semuanya, haha.

Dan momen perpisahan kami, terbilang tiba-tiba. Walau ada riwayat penyakit jantung, kondisi nenek pagi itu sehat-sehat saja, ia tertidur dan tidak terbangun lagi. Aku yang sedang belajar di sekolah, dijemput oleh tetanggaku karena kabar nenek yang sudah tiada.

Nenek, semoga nenek selalu diliputi cahaya terang dan hangat di tempat nenek sekarang. Katanya, kalau kita tiba-tiba rindu seseorang yang telah pergi meninggalkan kita, mereka mau kita banyak berdoa untuknya. Semuanya tak pernah sama semenjak nenek pergi. Namun, aku tak kan pernah melupakan kenangan manis masa kecil dan kebaikan-kebaikan yang nenek lakukan/ajarkan kepadaku.

Al Fatihah

[mynameisesztii]

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