Mute Witness

Stolen for a Second Time

Tito’ left the room in a huff. He looks very confused. He knew for sure, all his secrets would sooner or later be exposed. My desire to know the latest developments, is gone.

Now, I am even more afraid of the events that await me next. I hope, Tito’ can act appropriately.

I want to be useful longer.

In the early hours of the morning, someone came to the room. I don't know him. Of course, none of us can recognize someone in the dark, even if we know someone well.

Every time you leave this room, Tito’ gets used to putting out the lights. Well, ever since I was here. It was that habit that made me unable to recognize this person.

Armed with enough small flashlights to illuminate her every step, she approached the Tito’ workbench carefully. His little flashlight, directed at every file on the table. From his movements, I concluded that he was not Tito’.

But, who is he?

Why did he know this room?

Fortunately, before leaving the room, Tito’ took the time to store the Little Book with me in the desk drawer which was rather large in size.

However, the rest of my blank paper was still perched casually on top of the prints. I know his movements through that paper.

I don't have to worry about my blank paper if I get caught. After all, there is already a reason for Tito’ about its existence. What I need to worry about is myself as a whole.

Only Tito’ knows about me. However, as long as this guy doesn't have a desk drawer key, then I'll be safe. An advantage, the key is in the hands of Tito’.

The flashlight is now pointed at the desk drawer where I and the Little Book are. A few moments later, I still feel safe.

If he wants to see me, of course he needs a key. If he wanted to see forcibly, then this drawer had to be tampered with.

Choosing the last option is tantamount to announcing himself who looks that secret.

Butbut wait..

The flashlight was placed on the floor. For a moment, only the palpation in his body was heard.

What's he doing?

He again took his flashlight and pointed it at something glittering in his hand due to the reflection of the flashlight. Instantly I was shocked and shivered in horror. I remember when I was stolen the first time.

Where did he find the key?!!!

In an instant, the desk drawer managed to open and reveal myself and the Little Book.

“AMPUUN.” Panicked shouting.

“Please.. Don't destroy me.” My love is pilu.

But I know, it was a futile attempt to ask.

The man took the letter box and spilled its contents onto the floor. After that, me and the Little Book quickly moved into the box. Book friends can only cry bitterly watching it.

I don't know where we're going.

“Gold.” The loud calls from my friends who were not willing to leave me remained of no effect.

“Stop!”

“Do not take him!”

“Please.. Don't destroy it!”

There's no response. Sure oes.

“Gold, I hope we can meet again.” The cry of the Poltic Science is almost inaudible.

I didn't say anything. I can only respond to them with a cry.

Really, I can accept myself being eliminated due to the presence of competitors.

At least, that's the feeling I've built up the last few days.

But I can't accept myself being destroyed.

If I get eliminated, there is still hope for me to be a competitor comparison. I still feel useful even if it is like that.

But if I am lost, then there is no hope for me. The loss of function so that it must be destroyed, is very painful for us objects.

In the living room which is also dark. This stranger put us on the floor and left us. I don't know where he's going and why he just put us here.

I still sobbed sad. The little book with me was silent. He doesn't cry like me. I wonder, how did he respond to all this? But I was too weak to ask.

The man came back to see us with something in his hand. He then squatted down near us and spread the thing over us.

It turned out to be a thick cloth. As a result, I can't see anything. Even the flashlight of this man is no longer visible. I heard the plaster sound surrounding this dus.

Will we be sent as a package?

I felt myself being lifted up somewhere. As I felt the vibration of the engine, I realized that I had been on top of a car. This car drove somewhere.

After a while, the car stopped. I felt lifted up somewhere. Once we were laid down, nothing else happened to us. The atmosphere around me felt quiet. I understand, it's early morning.

Only the footsteps of the man sounded further away.

Where's our?

To whom are we handed over?

Most importantly, who was that person??