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Hidup ini hanyalah sebuah pola-pola yang terus mencari kesesuainnya, pola pola yang terbentuk secara sistematis dan matematis. Pada pukul berapa ia menyatakan cinta nya pada mu. Pada tanggal berapa pertama kali ia menghubungi mu. Di jalan nomor berapa kau menunggu nya saat hujan semakin deras. Apakah kau pernah bertanya berapa nomor sepatunya? Semua itu telah tertulis oleh semesta namun kadang kau tak menyadari nya. Namun tak semua manusia tak menyadari kesesuain ini. Bukakn kah jenius dan hantu itu bukan mitos? Bukan kah tongkat musa benar benar bisa membelah lautan. Bukan kah isa bisa menghidpkan kembali orang mati? inilah tugas 83 untuk menghubungkan kesesuaian ini. Kesesuaian yang tak manusia sadari. Pernahkah kau dengar bahwa roh kita saling terhubung dengan benang merah satu sama lain. Benang merah ini kadang kusut, kadang merenggang, kadang terulur, namun ia tak pernah putus walau kadang ia kusut. 5 pulau besar 33 provinsi dan 1 negara. Semua kesesuaian pola-pola ini ankan di pertemukan pada akhirnya. Percayalah.
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