The Silent Scream Of White Story

A piece of holy unspotted; it’s me a white paper. Nothing makes me proud of me, just a symmetrical thing that means nothing. Even in one side they say that I am useful. I give them a gift, in the form of information that priceless. It is just an opinion. Every day, my friends also traveled somewhere. That’s me, just like cotton, that easily to fly with just one blow.

There and here. I can fly to school, just give up to the time to be written with phrase, back into history, as well as the beauty of other treasures. Indirectly, I also do communication with the reader, even I can view up to the bottom of the heart.Crying? Laugh? The feeling was so easy to be played.

Sometimes, I also want to be a creation, like the beauty of the art of origami. Children fold me become a plane without pilot, and I am so glad with it. Directed to fly with the aid of wings and glided toward the children throws.I'm like an angel, right? Hahaha!It seems the answer is no. My expectation is too high. I'm not that special. After several flights, I ended up in the trash. My wishes destroyed and I don’t give something to the world. Then, I end up? Again the answer is no. I just feel lucky to be a paper, when the young man take me when I am still in the piece that betrayed. I know, paper that has been crumpled will not return to perfect anymore. But why he is still wanted to use me? Am I going to be something better in  his hand? Or even become like ashes and dust? I do not know, the heart was racing with this mind.

            Like throwing dice, is a mystery when everything can be happen beyond expectation. I was really afraid of my own destiny. If I could speak, why among many more wonderful paper, I am chosen? Why was I selected?

Day went late, orange horizon has picked the dark of night. So dark, like feelings of my heart today. Exactly. However,who is he actually?

He started to pull the pen out of pencil box. one word that written in my body return all of my happiness, about my beautiful destiny. He writes something. Beautiful phrase continues to flow until it is almost finished .

From: Andre

The most beautiful,

Love that has been betrayed makes me so hurt. Do you know about the philosophy of the spotted paper? When it has been crumpled will never be perfect anymore? That my heart. As evidence I give credence to this shabby piece to become perfect again. Can he? You're the only answer, Muthia

I was so shocked to feel his hurt. About the chance that too tender to be given. He gave me faith? That’s not what I meant! However, more to this girl named Muthia. Amazing, isn’t  it?

Brak!

He fell. His glasses is broken. Screams and moans came together. A careful attempt to take back the betrayal of love. He scraped the floor with a rushing while squeezing the chest, "Although this is so hurt for me, I'll believe you. Anymore. For the umpteenth time. "

I was lying and he stayed quiet. His hand brushed look for my existence. He re-arm with his fingers.

Kraasss!

I was crumpled! Why? He threw me back into the trash. Again, why the short memo was not presented to the girl? This question just hangs. I have no right to ask, and probably never will be.

In the end I'll end up with the dust. This is the story real story of white paper. I will be recycled to be the smallest fragments and destroyed forever. However, I am grateful for the trust of the man for me, and perhaps also to the girl. Again, thank you, young man!