Short Story : "I Love My Master"

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I'm white, but I can also brown, can also yellow, green and purple. But they like me white. they say, the white looks clean and looks expensive. in fact, all colors are beautiful. All colors have their own beauty.

Yesterday, I got a very funny story. the story is really good to me. about the journey of a love story between two teenagers, but this time elaborated through words or sentences that are very light and humorous, thus making the story included in the comedy romance category.

Inside the story it is said that there is a pair of lovers should eventually split up for a long time because the man got the fact that he suffered from cancer disease. he must be taken abroad for better treatment there.

I had time to think, because he must be brought out of the country? Is there no nation of children who successfully graduated from the faculty of medicine And hold a doctor's degree? I often hear a lot of people go abroad just for general check-ups there, it seems they trust more foreign medical personnel than medical personnel in this country. why is that so?

Last night drowsiness came over my master. he put the long thing right on top of my body. A little dripping liquid smeared my white. then he went to bed leaving me who is still curious about the continuation of the story. If it's like this, sometimes I do not want to day. Let it be day and day and keep my master awake and write a million stories for me.

I wish today he touched me again with the continuation of the story I'm really looking forward to. I also really hope he mengujujani me again with sentences meaningful love. I loved the stories he made. The stories are very deep, full of romantic side, and can make me lulled.

Two months ago, my friend had a story I think you should know. I guess I really should and need to tell you stories.

My friend is very gentle, very broad, even more subtle than me. Those people would rather choose him than me. In fact, my friend was more like kalu he became as an unelected. Every day only the sadness and the fear that overshadows his day.

My friend is very jealous of me. He's been like this. "Hey .., you're happier than me. though I am better, whiter, more subtle, but your fate is much better than my fate. "

At first I did not understand what was being said. But I understand for a long time. It had hurt her, even every day. It had scared her every day. It was very hard and stiff. it always tormented him with a deep horror every day.

Now he is ready to go. My friend is gone for good. I remember our conversation at a very memorable meeting that I have never forgotten. He said: "I must serve him. He is very good, unlike my master. My master is very cruel and has no feelings. I envy you. "

I am increasingly able to be grateful for this situation. I can begin to love my master. To me he is like a light, who every time approaches me and warms me up. His fingers were able to blow out all the nightmares about tomorrow. But secretly I was also amazed at my friend. I can not imagine if I were him. Maybe I'll call the wind to get in between the windows and blow my body up to outdoors, and land me a more meaningful place.

I will never let my body be crushed by an object called a human being as a machine called a PRINTER. I do not want my body to be scrawled by rigid writings, not letters out of technological sophistication.

I want to always be like this. always in touch by warm, animate fingers. I'm happy when the inking cut me off. So beautiful, so warm and so sincere, I felt that I now had a life.

Although sometimes my body is squeezed so hard and just plastered in the garbage bin, but I'm still happy. I am glad that my body once accommodated the scratches of a human hand passing through his pen that wrote the living sentences. The hands are always able to make me sleep with his caress.

I really love my master. I will serve myself to him. To me my master is a very genius. I will always refract the light into his eyes; gave him plenty of inspiration.

I am proud that my body once accommodated the beautiful works of the love poet. It was like an air blowing cool my heart. It was like a pretty face dancing in front of my eyes. It was like a path that tapered at its end, with the base of the cold rocks like the rocks of a mountain. The road is able to heal the legs fatigue fatigue.

I am a very lucky paper, because my master really appreciate me. To him I was something very important in his life. something that can not be separated from his life. To him I am a warm blanket that is able to warm him from the cold air of inner turmoil that always bothered him in the mind.

I'm like a little angel with wings on his back. And can fly around his face and perched beside his ears while whispering a million sentences of silk. I love you my master as he loves me.

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