Suami Carol tewas dalam kecelakaan mobil tahun lalu. Jim, yang baru berumur lima puluh dua tahun, sedang mengemudikan mobil ke rumah, dari kantornya. Yang menabraknya adalah seorang remaja yang mabuk berat.Jim tewas seketika. Remaja itu masuk ruang gawat darurat, namun tidak sampai dua jam di sana. 

Ironisnya lagi, hari itu hari ulang tahun Carol yang kelima puluh, dan Jim sudah membeli dua tiket pesawat ke Hawaii. Ia ingin memberi kejutan untuk istrinya. Tapi ia justru tewas gara-gara seorang pengemudi mabuk. 

"Bagaimana kau bisa mengatasi itu?" tanyaku pada Carol, setahun kemudian.

Mata Carol basah oleh air mata. Kupikir aku sudah salah bicara, tapi dengan lembut ia meraih tanganku dan berkata, "Tidak apa-apa. Aku ingin menceritakan padamu. Ketika aku dan Jim menikah, aku berjanji bahwa setiap pagi, sebelum dia berangkat, aku mesti mengatakan bahwa aku mencintainya. Dia juga membuat janji yang sama. Akhirnya hal itu menjadi semacam gurauan di antara kami. Ketika anak-anak mulai lahir, sulit untuk menepati janji itu. Aku ingat aku suka lari ke mobilnya sambil berkata, 'Aku mencintaimu'.. Dengan gigi terkatup rapat kalau aku sedang marah. Kadang aku mengemudi ke kantornya untuk menaruh catatan kecil di mobilnya.
Hal itu menjadi tantangan yang lucu. 
Banyak kenangan kami tentang kebiasaan mengucapkan cinta ini setiap hari, sepanjang kehidupan perkawinan kami."

Carol melanjutkan, "Pada pagi Jim meninggal, ia menaruh kartu ulang tahun di dapur, lalu pergi diam-diam ke mobilnya. Kudengar mesin mobilnya dinyalakan. Jangan coba-coba kabur, ya, pikirku. Aku lari dan menggedor jendela mobilnya, sampai ia membukanya, dan berkata 'Hari ini, pada ulang tahunku yang kelima puluh, Bapak James E. Garrett, aku, Carol Garrett, ingin menyatakan bahwa aku mencintaimu.'


"Karena itulah aku bisa tabah menghadapi peristiwa itu. Karena aku tahu bahwa kata-kata terakhir yang kuucapkan pada Jim adalah 'Aku mencintaimu.'" 

:)

December

It's a month of joy, love, laugh, candles, carols, and many more..
Yes it's december.. It means Christmas is near babyyyy..
Aaah, i will always love christmas. Always!

Cotton Fever

Voila!! Say hi to my baby cotton :)

Tears ~

I'm a sensitive person, my tears can easily go out from my eyes, and badly a minute later my eyes are getting bigger. So people will know I've just cried.. So bad, right?

Here's a poem that makes me think, I'm not too weak...

I'm a woman.. And here's the reason why women cry easily. :)

Why God Gave Women Tears 

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a woman", she told him.

"I don't understand", he said.

His mum just hugged him and said, "And you never will" 

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason", was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry easily.

Finally he calls God; and when God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?" 

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining..

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her man through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never hurts his woman, but sometimes tests her strengths and

her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed..

This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." 

You see:

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.

November, 15th 2012. I'm crying....

When You Believe

Many nights we pray

With no proof anyone could hear

And our hearts a hopeful song

We barely understand

Now we are not afraid

Although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains long

Before we know we could

Oh yes, there can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracle

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

In this time of fear

When prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seems like the summer birds

Too swiftly flown away

And now I am standing here

My hearts so full, I can't explain

Seeking faith and speaking words

I never thought I'd say

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

They don't always happen when you ask

And it's easy to give in to your fear, ohh

But when you're blinded by your pain

Can't see your way safe through the rain

Thought of a still resilient voice

Says love is very near

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will, how you will

You will when you believe

You will when you believe

Just believe

You will when you believe

Just believe

You will when you believe

Blessed...

Today, i feel so special. I feel so blessed.

I know i'm not tall, but at least my body can works perfect.
I have 2 eyes, i know it's not the most beautiful eyes in this world, but at least i can see all the good things in life, i can see the sun, the moon, and of course.. i can see people i love.
I have a nose.
I have 2 ears.
I have hands.
I have foots.
And so on...
But the most important thing is, i'm healthy right now!
I said right now.

Yeah.. Last year i drunk some drugs for a year, every day. And it was really not good at all, haaah i felt like a shit! really... But that's a circle of life. Ups and downs. Happiness and sadness.

I know what the sadness is. That's why i really know what the happiness is..
I met people who hurt me the most. That's why i know who is my best friend..
Life is not easy, and no one said it could be this hard.
But believe me, there will always be a good thing in every bad situation.. A lesson to learned.
So one thing you should keep in your mind, "Just Keep Walking", that's it. That's life.
When the sun comes, enjoy the light...
but when the sun goes and the rain comes, try to dance in the rain and feel the sensation.

Maybe i'm not gorgeous like them, but i'm gorgeous like me. 

-Miesayu Kharina ;)

XOXO.

Did you find it? ;)

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Be Your Own Designer..

Yesterday my mom asked me to go to a textile store in fatmawati named De Moda.
I fetl so lazy at first, tapi karena sekalian mau beliin bahan buat jenguk pacar akhirnya ikut juga..
When we arrived at De Moda, it's full of people and of course.. textile. zzz... I don't even know how to move my foot that time. And i felt so bad... ugh!!
Till i found a textile that made my heart beats faster (tsaah!! hehehe).
So i looked at that textile for minutes and think.. yes!! i'll make my own dress.. yippe! sounds more interesting. perlahan2 sayapun mulai menikmati keberadaan saya disana.. :)
Akhirnya sayapun menemukan 3 bahan untuk dibuat menjadi 2 dress.. For Christmas and of course... NEW YEAR, babe!! hehehe..
I'll show you the textile that i bought yesterday..

This one will be mixed with the textile at the picture bellow

And how about the dress i will make? Still on my head. hehehe..

Post the picture as soon as the dresses finish.. :) :*

Please.. Don't lie..

if you guys ask me one thing i hate the most.
i'll quickly say.. being lied !!
yes, i hate it! i do hate it.

so do not ever lie to me, because i won't do it to you too.
for me lie isn't a mistake, it's choice.
you don't have to be rich, handsome or pretty, famous or anything.. you just have to be honest :')
it's more expensive that anything in this world.. really ;)

When The Fairy Tale Ends and The Real Life Begins

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My Everything...

Just got home.....

So tired but so happy :)

I've just date with my mom, and it was amazing. I love this moment.

We laughed, we bought some thingy, and had an amazing dinner.

Oh mom..

No matter how much we argue..

You are still the best person in my life.

I'm so blessed to have a mom like you.

I love you..

I really love you...

*yawn... uh.. ok.. I'm too tired to type.

I'll write about it later yaa.

Goodnight universe.. See you in another posts.....

XXOXO :*

 

Elisabeth Fritzl (Father's Sex Slave) Locked In Basement For 24 Years

Josef Fritzl

Josef Fritzl was born on April 9, 1935, in Amstetten, Federal State of Austria, to Josef Fritzl, Sr. and Maria Fritzl.

He grew up as an only child raised solely by his working mother. His father had deserted the family when Fritzl was four, and never again came into contact with him. His father, Josef Fritzl, Sr, later fought as a soldier in the Wehrmacht during World War II, and was killed in action in 1944. His name appears on a memorial plaque in Amstetten.

After completing his education at an HTL Technical College with a qualification in electrical engineering at a stell factory and later a concrete works - learning skills which would later prove invaluable in building the soundproof dungeon. And then he obtained a job at Voestalpine in Linz.

In 1956, at the age of 21, he married Rosemarie, 17, with whom he had two sons and five daughters.

In 1967, he broke into the home of a nurse while her husband was away and raped her while holding a knife to her throat, threatening to kill her if she screamed. He also attempted to rape a 21 year old woman that same year, but she managed to escape. Fritzl was arrested and served an eighteen-month prison sentence. After his release, he obtained a job in a construction material firm in Amstetten where he worked from 1969–1971. Later, he became a technical equipment salesman, traveling throughout Austria.

In 1972, he purchased a guesthouse and an adjacent campsite at Lake Mondsee. He ran it, together with his wife, until 1996.

He retired from active employment when he turned 60 in 1995, but continued some commercial activities thereafter.

In addition to the apartment house in Amstetten, where he lived, he owned several other properties which he rented out

Elisabeth Fritzl

Elisabeth, who was born in 1966. He reportedly began abusing Elisabeth in 1977 when she was 11 years old. After completing compulsory education at age 15, Elisabeth started a training course to become a waitress.

In January 1983, she ran away from home and, together with a friend from work, went into hiding in Vienna. She was found by police within three weeks and returned to her parents.

She rejoined her training course and, upon completion in mid-1984, was offered a job in the nearby city of Linz.

The Nightmare Begins

The prosecutor, Christiane Burkheiser, told the jury that on August 29, 1984, Fritzl asked Elisabeth, then 18, to go to the cellar under the pretence that she should help him to carry a door into his garage.

But once she was there, he held an ether-soaked cloth over her face to knock her out, then dragged her into the 200 sq ft cellar he had spent months preparing as her prison.

For the first few weeks he kept her in the dark, visiting only to rape her and supply food. "she had the choice, to be raped or to starve"

"He took his daughter downstairs on the pretext he needed help moving a door, and he drugged her and dragged her into the cellar where he tied her up," the prosecutor said.

"On the second day he put a noose around her waist which severely restricted her freedom even in the small room in which she was confined.

"How big was that room? It was 18 square metres – where she spent the next nine years.

He celar measured about 40 square meters and boasted three small rooms, bed, a little kitchen and bathroom area, tiled in white.

The ceilings were barerly 1,70m high and the passageways were just 60cm wide.

"It is virtually the same size as the jury box in which you are sitting."

The Daily Father's Slave

Fritzl, 73, first raped his daughter on the second day of her imprisonment, the court was told, then raped her on a daily basis for years.

"In the first few years there was no communication between Josef Fritzl and his daughter," said the prosecutor. "He came, raped her and left."

"But worse than all these conditions and the rape was the uncertainty. When would he come and when would he go? How long would he say? Would he even come back from his holidays?

"It is this uncertainty which the person suffers from more than anything. Not the rapes or the appalling conditions or the lack of proper food and medicines."

When Elisabeth, now 42, had children, he would simply rape her in front of them, said the prosecutor.

She added: "He turned off the lights to rape her. It was always the same routine. He would come, turn off the lights and rape her, and then leave."

The damp conditions caused mould to grow on the walls, which had condensation running down them. The cellar often had infestations of rats.

In 1993 Fritzl expanded the cellar with two more rooms, including a shower, oven and fridge, doubling its size.

The Downstairs Familly

She said: "There was no heating. No fresh air. Just walls to look at and a door. I have been there twice, it is dark and damp and the smell is unbearable."

"Often the electricity would fail for hours at a time or longer. Sometimes the electricity would be off for up to 10 days. They would be left without any light. There was no flashlight and no candles. With no electricity they had no water and no warm food. Even though there were babies to feed there was no light to do it by."

Elisabeth gave birth to seven of Fritzl's children, without any painkillers or medical help, the court heard.

She was entirely alone when she gave birth to her first child, Kerstin, on August 30, 1988.

"When Elizabeth gave birth it was in a damp cellar on a dirty blanket," said Ms Burkheiser. "She had been given a book about childbirth just two months before. At the last minute she was also given a blanket."

The only equipment she was allowed was a pair of scissors and some nappies.

Fritzl's next visit was not until the baby was 10 days old.

"He was the absolute ruler. He had complete control. He decided what would be eaten and when, what medicines would be allowed downstairs, who could leave and when," said the prosecutor.

"He didn't give them proper medical care, only aspirin and cough mixture."

The next baby, Stefan, was born in 1990, followed by Lisa in 1992, Monika in 1994, twins Alexander and Michael in 1996 and Felix in 2002.

Fritzl was only present at two of the births.

After Lisa was born, the cellar was becoming so cramped that Fritzl decided to move some of the children upstairs. Unaware that their mother was locked up below.

He forced Elisabeth to write letters to her parents, saying she could no longer look after the children, and pretended she had left them on the doorstep. Lisa, Monika and Alexander were "adopted" by Fritzl and his wife between 1993 and 1997.

But still, there's the 'downstairs family', Kerstin, stefan, and Felix, who remained in the tiny prison, and never once seeing daylight and knowing only four other faces in their whole lives. Their only contact with the outside world was only a television or any object that Josef Fritzl brought down to them: a bathroom scale or a mirror, which could entertain them for hours. And sometimes he would bring them pictures of their three siblings playing in the swimming pool in the garden above.

The Murder

On April 28, 1996, Elisabeth gave birth to twin boys, Alexander and Michael, at 6.50pm. Fritzl was present at the birth but there were complications and Michael began having breathing difficulties within hours.

Ms Burkheiser said: "She could see from the start that Michael could not breathe. He was blue and had struggled to breathe throughout his short life.

"Josef Fritzl did nothing to help the baby even though it was quite clear he was in difficulty. By not doing anything it was negligence leading to murder."

Michael died from respiratory failure on May 1, 1996 at around 12.15pm.

Fritzl is alleged to have burned his body in a stove in the cellar the next day and scattered his ashes in the garden.

The "Booby Traps"

Fritzl repeatedly told his captives he had booby-trapped the cellar with gas and high-voltage electricity so they would die if they ever tried to escape.

Ms Burkheiser said: "He told her there was an electric door which would kill anybody that broke the light barrier which surrounded it.

"He added that if the light barrier was broken there was gas that would flood into the room killing everybody.

"There were also three locked doors which Elizabeth would have needed to get through to reach freedom.

"But he did not need to bother – he did not need to bother because she was a broken woman."

When the cellar was later examined by police, no booby traps were found.

The Nightmare Ends

Kerstin Fritzl, Elisabeth's oldest child, one of the three children that spent their life imprisioned below Fritzl's house, became seriously ill in April 2008, dizzy, bitting her lip and tounge and her illness was unknown and need seriously medical care Fritzl showed mercy for the first time by taking her to hospital.

So on saturday, April 19th 2008 Fritzl removed Kerstin from the dungeon for medical help.

Fritzl didn't know that Elisabeth putted a note in Kerstin pocket. the note is:

“Wednesday, I gave her aspirin and cough medicine for the condition. Thursday, the cough worsened. Friday, the coughing gets even worse. She has been biting her lip as well as her tongue. Please, please help her! Kerstin is really terrified of other people, she was never in a hospital.

If there are any problems please ask my father for help. He is the only person that she knows. Kerstin, please stay strong, until we see each other again! We will come back to you soon!”

Doctors were unable to diagnose the cause of her condition, and made a TV appeal for her mother to come forward. Even when Fritzl finally allowed Elisabeth outside for the first time in 24 years, to visit the hospital, she at first said nothing to the police, fearful that her remaining children in the cellar would be killed.

But on April 26, Elisabeth found the courage to tell police of her ordeal and the truth finally came out.

The family was taken to a clinic where they have been receiving therapy ever since.

After her emotional reunion with her mother, Rosemarie Fritzl, siblings and her children, Elizabeth broke out in tears and told her family: "I can't believe I'm free – is it really you? I can't believe I'm out. I didn't think I would ever see you again. It's all too much for me. I don't ever want to see him again."

Elisabeth's sister, Gabriel Helm, 35 spoke to the press and told them that Elisabeth is healthy, chatty and doing very well despide the ordeal, "Every day Elisabeth gets stronger. I can't say what the family is going through. It's more than anyone can believe. It has devite us.. We are working together to support Elisabeth. She is overjoyed to see her children. She told them they were very beautiful and she is spending all the time getting to know them."

Her lawyer, Christopher Herbst told the Telegraph that Elisabeth enjoy the outdoors and feel the rain, "For now they just talk each other, but Elisabeth and her children who lived in the cellar have no concept of time and of the future. Some people who her the story think Elisabeth is like something from a horror film. But rumors that she has no teeth and cannot talk are not true. It's really brilliant how Elisabeth has reacted to the outside world. They are all arther fine. Elisabeth is really an impressive person. She is very strong. she's happy now"

Date	Key event
1977	Fritzl begins sexually abusing his 11-year-old daughter, Elisabeth.
1981 to 1982	Fritzl begins to turn the hidden cellar into a prison cell.
August 29, 1984	Fritzl lures Elisabeth, now 18 years old, into the basement and imprisons her.
November 1986	Elisabeth has a miscarriage in the 10th week of pregnancy.
1989	The first child, Kerstin, is born, and lives in the cellar until 2008.
1990	Stefan is born. He, too, stays in the cellar until 2008.
1992	Lisa is born. In May 1993, when she is nine months old, she is discovered outside the family home in a cardboard box, allegedly left there by Elisabeth, along with a note asking for the child to be looked after.
February 1994	The fourth child, Monika, is born.
1994	After repeated requests by Elisabeth, Fritzl allows the enlargement of the prison. Elisabeth and her children were put to work for years digging out soil with their hands. The prison was enlarged from 35 m² (380 sq ft) to 55 m² (600 sq ft).
December 1994	Ten-month-old Monika is found in a stroller outside the entrance of the house. Shortly afterwards, a phone call is made to Rosemarie, apparently, from Elisabeth. The caller asks Rosemarie to take care of the child. However, it is assumed that Fritzl used a recording of Elisabeth's voice to make the call. Rosemarie reported the incident to the police, expressing her astonishment that Elisabeth knew their new and unlisted phone number.
May 1996	Elisabeth gives birth to twin boys. One dies after three days; Fritzl removes his body from the cellar and cremates it. The surviving twin, Alexander, is taken upstairs when he is 15 months old. He is "discovered" in circumstances similar to those of his two sisters.
December 2002	Felix is born. According to a statement by Fritzl, he kept Felix in the cellar, together with Elisabeth and her two eldest children, because his wife could not look after another child.
April 19, 2008	Fritzl arranges for the critically ill 19-year-old Kerstin to be taken to a local hospital.
April 26, 2008	During the evening, Fritzl releases Elisabeth from the cellar along with her sons Stefan and Felix, bringing them upstairs, informing his wife that Elisabeth had decided to come home after a 24-year absence. Later that evening, after an anonymous tipoff during a visit to the hospital, Fritzl and Elisabeth are taken into police custody where she reveals her decades-long imprisonment during questioning.
March 14, 2009	After a 4 day trial in the town of St. Pölten, Fritzl pleads guilty to the charges of the murder by negligence of his infant son/grandson, Michael, as well as the enslavement, incest, rape, coercion and false imprisonment of his daughter, Elisabeth, and is sentenced to life imprisonment.

Source:

http://www.zimbio.com

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http://www.wikipedia.com

http://www.mg.co

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20 Things Guys Shouldn't Ever Do To Girls

Just a girl??! Think it well...

I'm not just a girl.

I'm an alarm clock, cook, waitress, teacher, nurse, security officer, handyman, event planner, personal assistant, ATM, I'm on call 24/7.

I'm stronger than you think.

I may not be anything to you but i'm everything to someone :)

Puisi Cinta Habibie Untuk Ainun Habibie (Kesetiaan Tiada Akhir Part II)

"Selama 48 tahun saya tidak pernah dipisahkan dengan Ainun.."ibu Ainun istri saya. Ia ikuti kemana saja saya pergi dengan penuh kasih sayang dan rasa sabar. Dik, kalian barangkali sudah biasa hidup terpisah dengan istri, you pergi dinas dan istri di rumah, tapi tidak dengan saya. Gini ya.. Saya mau kasih informasi. Saya ini baru tahu bahwa ibu Ainun mengidap kanker hanya 3 hari sebelumnya, tak pernah ada tanda-tanda dan tak pernah ada keluhan keluar dari ibu…” 

Pak Habibie menghela nafas panjang dan tampak sekali ia sangat emosional serta mengalami luka hati yang mendalam…

Dengan suara bergetar dan setengah terisak pak Habibie melanjutkan…

“Dik, kalian tau. 2 minggu setelah ditinggalkan ibu, suatu hari, saya pakai piyama tanpa alas kaki dan berjalan mondar-mandir di ruang keluarga sendirian sambil memanggil-manggil nama ibu……… Ainun……… Ainun …………….. Ainun ………….. Saya mencari ibu di semua sudut rumah."

Para dokter yang melihat perkembangan saya sepeninggal ibu berpendapat ‘Habibie bisa mati dalam waktu 3 bulan jika terus begini, "Kita (para dokter) harus tolong Habibie" Para Dokter dari Jerman dan Indonesia berkumpul lalu saya diberinya 3 pilihan:
1. Pertama, saya harus dirawat, diberi obat khusus sampai saya dapat mandiri meneruskan hidup. Artinya saya ini gila dan harus dirawat di Rumah Sakit Jiwa!
2. Opsi kedua, para dokter akan mengunjungi saya di rumah, saya harus berkonsultasi terus-menerus dengan mereka dan saya harus mengkonsumsi obat khusus. Sama saja, artinya saya sudah gila dan harus diawasi terus…
3. Opsi ketiga, saya disuruh mereka untuk menuliskan apa saja mengenai Ainun, anggaplah saya bercerita dengan Ainun seolah ibu masih hidup.

"Saya pilih opsi yang ketiga… Inilah yang sanggup saya berikan sebagai hadiah kepada istri saya, almarhum Ainun. Bagi saya hikmah menulis buku ini bisa menjadi terapi untuk mengobati kerinduan, rasa tiba-tiba kehilangan seseorang yang selama 48 tahun 10 hari berada dalam kehidupan saya, karena antara saya dan Ainun adalah 2 raga tetapi 1 jiwa...”

 Puisi Habibie untuk Ainun

Sebenarnya ini bukan tentang kematianmu, bukan itu.

Karena, aku tahu bahwa semua yang ada pasti menjadi tiada pada akhirnya,

dan kematian adalah sesuatu yang pasti,

dan kali ini adalah giliranmu untuk pergi, aku sangat tahu itu.. 

Tapi yang membuatku tersentak sedemikian hebat,

adalah kenyataan bahwa kematian benar-benar dapat memutuskan kebahagiaan dalam diri  seseorang,

sekejap saja, lalu rasanya mampu membuatku menjadi nelangsa setengah mati,

hatiku seperti tak di tempatnya,

dan tubuhku serasa kosong melompong, hilang isi. 

Kau tahu sayang,

rasanya seperti angin yang tiba-tiba hilang berganti kemarau gersang.

Pada airmata yang jatuh kali ini, aku selipkan salam perpisahan panjang,

pada kesetiaan yang telah kau ukir, pada kenangan pahit manis selama kau ada,

aku bukan hendak mengeluh, tapi rasanya terlalu sebentar kau disini. 

Mereka mengira aku lah kekasih yang baik bagimu sayang,

tanpa mereka sadari, bahwa kaulah yang menjadikan aku kekasih yang baik.

mana mungkin aku setia padahal memang kecenderunganku adalah mendua,

tapi kau ajarkan aku kesetiaan, sehingga aku setia..

Kau ajarkan aku arti cinta, sehingga aku mampu mencintaimu seperti ini. 

Selamat jalan..

Kau dari-Nya, dan kembali pada-Nya,

Kau dulu tiada untukku, dan sekarang kembali tiada.

Selamat jalan sayang,

cahaya mataku, penyejuk jiwaku,

selamat jalan,

calon bidadari surgaku ….

          2010 (BJ Habibie)