In the youth of a young man named Bagas, he did not believe in the concept of love that had been spawned by Aristotle, Erich Fromm, Paul Tillich, Gabriel Marcel or other famous philosophers, according to him it was only a virtual corridor in a maze.
For him love is a frightening picture, like a scary reptile ready to gnaw inch by inch of your body.
After he lost his lover. And the tragic twist of events as if he did not believe in the existence of love. His relationship with Utari ran aground because his orthodox parents, Lala, Indah also betrayed him. What should I do to find the existence of love, is there love on this earth?
Both of his parents had died—he was alone living a strange life, thus making him a pessimist. Until finally I found a woman she was Luisa Indy, a girl he met via 'Chat'. he was the sparkling mooring that awakens me to this life.
Will the girl be able to grow the torn screen of love?
Turns out the answer is not at all. through a long process of searching for identity and love which are connected by two different sides like a coin, giving a nuance of understanding when Bagas grows up, Bagas finds his true love
He argues that the love presented by humans is pseudo and endless.
Love is a gift, it is a nature for every human being. Every human being has the right to receive that gift, namely the love of Allah and His Messenger
January 15th,2022.05: 50 PM
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem