A Dusty Photo's
Chapter 1: Prologue
...- A Dusty Photo...
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That girl once again made me not wince. He again showed me the side that always made me feel I was the most guilty creature on the face of this earth. She cried. With a drama that makes me sick but never able to fight. Her crying hinted for me to apologize immediately when it was clear she was the guilty party.
The whole cafeteria looked at me cynically. Whispering rumors to the left. Affecting every eye that had looked at me with sympathy changed just as they did.
I finally got on my knees. Of course with a hunk that can not be described anymore. My blood goes up, my head is hot, if this girl is not an influential or powerful person, I will happily hit her pretty face.
"Abra!" He called my name. Every eye starts to sympathize, I'm sick of it. This drama will never end. "Don't apologize." Then he held my arm. He hinted that I would stand up.
Am I really the most guilty man on earth? The conclusion was taken only because of the word-of-mouth story on my left right. I don't want to defend myself by avoiding all that. But I also will not justify the story as though I am guilty. Because it would be better if they knew me personally. Understand who I am and with this I will carefully listen to their judgments.
I sighed, then leaned back on the back of the spectator seat on the basketball court. Friends shouted the cheerleaders who were saying the name of their idol out loud. Paperboard that says spirit swing swing from right to left then back and forth continuously rhythmically. I saw how agile a lot of people were. With a half-drenched t-shirt due to sweat and incredible skill. I again breathe.
They managed to get their stage show. Scrubbing chasing the ball, dodging to outwit. It feels good in my eyes. But what about me here? I am still looking for a stage that is worthy of me. Because all this time I was just a backup player. Being ready to replace the role when the main role is disappearing. And never volunteered to be this player. I'm not that confident.
My views are reflected on the
players who were sitting cheered. Field sideline with yellow vest. Closing his real t-shirt became his pride. That's my. The reserve player. My fate as a supporter. My fate as a substitute. Would never have entered the stage if the main cast had not been injured, not injured. But that way I pray for it. I'm not sure myself. Is it permissible and will God hear if I pray for the misfortune of others.
But after that will I become a player with the same ability as the main player? I don't think so. And all came to an end hearing free. Although I prayed for the misfortune of others, in the end I had to find my own way. Get rid of the big rocks to get through. So what is it that I get rid of others if I walk my own path?
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