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rindi717
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yg kata nya cinta pertama kita adalah ayah, tp tdk dgn aku😊
2024-08-14 10:06:07
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nnnisaaa05
nnisa💋 :
gapapa kan masih ada ibuuu:)
2024-08-14 10:34:44
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snnttaaa
rere :
ditinggal ayah dari kecil udh belasan tahun ga penah di nafkahin, gimana rasanya di sayang ayah?
2024-10-15 08:50:30
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nrftyhah_
nrftyhah_ :
"tapi dia orang tuamu" lalu apa dia sadar "jika aku anak nya"
2024-09-17 02:23:04
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thisszzeel
woOpsi!ee zell🚫 :
ayah adalah luka pertama ku
2024-09-28 14:30:25
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uppa663
uppa :
dia ada tapi perannya tak pernah ku rasakan🙃😭
2024-08-13 14:18:51
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h3y_putu12
h3y_putu :
cinta pertama sekaligus luka yang paling menyakitkan☺️
2024-10-07 12:27:26
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farhann_1306
Han :
ditinggal dari umur 2 thn, bahkan mukanya saja tidak tau🙂
2024-09-29 18:11:32
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jivanaa09
cipaaa :
ayah ku masih hidup tapi kasih sayang nya sudah mati..
2024-10-19 02:30:50
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zhramna1
mbull 🍭 :
jadi kalian tau apaa, aku pernah jadi wanita gila yang haus akan kasih sayangg dan perhatian tapi sekarang tidak lagii karna apa, karna aku sudah terbiasa sakit dari dulu ternyataa 🙂
2024-09-23 02:53:10
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notfory0ou___
N :
sesakit apapun itu semoga bapak sehat selalu dan panjang umur❤️🥹
2024-09-17 04:37:47
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latifahanum20104
iylntifaa_ :
ayah bukan cinta pertama ku melainkan luka petama ku
2025-04-29 10:55:06
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sitinurdiana57
Diana :
di tinggal untuk selamanya💔
2024-08-12 17:49:19
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nor.asyidah1
𝓐𝓼𝔂𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓱 Dado :
Cinta pertamaku membuat trauma mendalam untukku
2024-11-02 23:37:27
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sulirhni
sulirhni :
selagi ibu masi ada duniaku akan baik² aja😄
2024-08-31 06:57:21
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kepobgtkeknyaa
💐 :
dia ada tapi perannya tak pernah ku rasakan🙃
2024-09-26 10:35:37
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halsyaa_
Alawie_87 :
ternyata benar pelukan s'orang ayah itu mahall.. sosok nya masih ada tapi aku kehilangan peran nya, udh dari dulu
2024-10-20 16:57:46
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sukaicecream.__
ᵇʸᡣ𐭩 :
sudah kebal dari kecil
2024-09-04 08:46:17
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nanaww12a
Nana :
ayah, ibu ku masih ada tapi peran nya yg sudah tidak ada &masing"pun sudah mempunyai keluarga masing"🥺☺
2024-08-14 00:57:53
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keylaaaaaaaaaaaaa4
keyla :
ayah adalah cinta pertama bagi anak perempuannya, tapi ayah ku adalah luka pertama kuuu☺
2024-09-18 09:13:26
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anakmanis520
orangbaik. :
@butuhhealing_:yah, jujur aku sayang banget sama ayah. aku hanya ingin seperti temen2ku yah yg bisa bercerita, tertawa dan berpelukan bersamamu yah tapi itu hanyalah mimpi ku. terlalu banyak rasa kecewa dihati aku yah rasaa trauma yg selalu menghantuiku dari aku kecil smpe sekarang. sakit hatiku yah melihat ayah begitu kasar,main tangan KPD ibu, aku dan adik2. hancur yah hancur semuanya.🥹😭🥀
2024-09-15 14:39:45
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punya_vahry
nama? :
lebih sakit gapunya bapak ❌ lebih sakit punya keduanya tapi kehilangan peran nya🙂 ✅
2024-09-28 09:29:19
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s_yk218
✿complimentssaa :
ayoo bahagiaa!! ayah aj udh bahagia sm keluarga barunya 😄
2024-08-15 06:56:57
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iwidnails_
Widya Amanda :
ad yg komen "gpp kn msih ada ibu" klo aku beda kk bapak sma mamak aku g dpt ksih syg keduanya🤣 😔
2024-09-04 04:49:06
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aniiiiii_23
aku siapaaaa. :
ke sakitnya tu 2× lipat 🥺
2024-08-14 13:55:12
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I used to think becoming a man meant becoming harder. Harder to hurt. Harder to break. Harder emotionally. So I spent years reacting to everything. Every disrespect. Every betrayal. Every criticism. I thought anger made me strong. But the truth is… anger was usually just wounded pride wearing a mask. A few years ago I went through one of the darkest seasons of my life. Lost relationships. Financial pressure. Sleepless nights. The kind of stress that changes your personality without you realizing it. I became impatient. Cold. Easily irritated. Even with people who loved me. One afternoon my father and I were working outside together after heavy rain. No deep conversation at first. Just silence, muddy boots, cold air, and chores that needed to get done. I remember venting about someone who had disrespected me. I wanted revenge. I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to “win.” My father didn’t stop working. Didn’t even look at me immediately. He just quietly said: “Son… if people can control your emotions, they control your life.” That sentence hit harder than any sermon I’d ever heard. Because deep down I knew he was right. Most men today are ruled by impulse. Impulse to react. Impulse to prove themselves. Impulse to speak before thinking. Impulse to answer anger with anger. But Scripture teaches something completely different. Real strength is self-control. The strongest men I’ve ever met weren’t loud. They weren’t desperate for validation. They didn’t need to dominate every room. They had peace. And peace is expensive. You earn it through pain, discipline, prayer, failure, and maturity. Now when life tests me, I try to remember: Not every insult deserves my attention. Not every opinion deserves my response. And not every battle is worth losing my peace with God. Still learning. Still failing sometimes. But trying every day to become the kind of man who responds instead of reacts. If this spoke to you, send it to someone who’s fighting silent battles right now.#cowboys #countrylife #foryou
I used to think becoming a man meant becoming harder. Harder to hurt. Harder to break. Harder emotionally. So I spent years reacting to everything. Every disrespect. Every betrayal. Every criticism. I thought anger made me strong. But the truth is… anger was usually just wounded pride wearing a mask. A few years ago I went through one of the darkest seasons of my life. Lost relationships. Financial pressure. Sleepless nights. The kind of stress that changes your personality without you realizing it. I became impatient. Cold. Easily irritated. Even with people who loved me. One afternoon my father and I were working outside together after heavy rain. No deep conversation at first. Just silence, muddy boots, cold air, and chores that needed to get done. I remember venting about someone who had disrespected me. I wanted revenge. I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to “win.” My father didn’t stop working. Didn’t even look at me immediately. He just quietly said: “Son… if people can control your emotions, they control your life.” That sentence hit harder than any sermon I’d ever heard. Because deep down I knew he was right. Most men today are ruled by impulse. Impulse to react. Impulse to prove themselves. Impulse to speak before thinking. Impulse to answer anger with anger. But Scripture teaches something completely different. Real strength is self-control. The strongest men I’ve ever met weren’t loud. They weren’t desperate for validation. They didn’t need to dominate every room. They had peace. And peace is expensive. You earn it through pain, discipline, prayer, failure, and maturity. Now when life tests me, I try to remember: Not every insult deserves my attention. Not every opinion deserves my response. And not every battle is worth losing my peace with God. Still learning. Still failing sometimes. But trying every day to become the kind of man who responds instead of reacts. If this spoke to you, send it to someone who’s fighting silent battles right now.#cowboys #countrylife #foryou

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