A piece of hope a man

A man of hope Trying to arrange a heart from the broken pieces Learn to stand up straight from adversity

Trying to run from the misery of the heart

The man who is always rejected

A man of hope

The man sat down. Just as those words killed his soul, he felt utterly defeated. Never like this, NEVER.

He rejected him, with a very gentle but lightning-like repulsion to his wry souls, souls untouched by challenge and maturity.

"Sorry, but at the moment I don't want to think about that," the woman tried to come up with a classic alibi for a refusal. In the woman's heart the Man was never created, never existed, even if it was only a sketch of a blurry shadow. There never was.

The man tried to smile, as he had been trying to hide his slight defeat against the woman. Like a wheel running in place, the incident repeats itself, the same incident, the same day, the same hour, the same second, the same woman.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, always sorry!

There are many women, but only one can make him crazy. Only one. The woman's name was Puteri, a perfect name for a woman like her. Woman with lips that always smile. A woman who has the talent of a genius. A woman with a heart as soft as silk. A woman who deserves to be loved.

The man was very, very tired, bearing the burden of longing that had fluctuated for the umpteenth million times in his life. The burden of longing for the same woman, the woman who always rejected her, the woman who never loved her at all, the woman named Puteri. A burden of longing that is very, very deep.

The man lifted his face up, looking up at the blue sky that seemed very gloomy today. It was the same blue sky he had seen yesterday but now it was so torturous. The man tried to find God between the cracks in the ceiling, but He was never there, not even in his heart. The man was very, very tired, weak and soulless. He collapsed!

God, why are you torturing me in this state?

The sky was silent, God never spoke to answer her questions. No thunder, no thunder, no storm. The sky remains the same, the sky is clear but very torturous. An episode: a hopeless man.

Unknowingly, the eyes began to water. The man was crying, but there were no sobs in his tears. There are only tears, there is only a pinch or lump of a broken heart. The man closed his eyes in pain. A man who cries, a man who is hopeful.

Don't you know Puteri ?

How I mustered up my courage for months just for the sake of revealing it. Expressions of the heart that have been tormented for a long time, simple and short phrases that flow bitterly from my lips. A phrase that always ends in your rejection.

The day left the afternoon, the sky turned orange indicating it was about to call the night. It took him too long to dive into his feelings for how many seconds, how many minutes, or how many hours. The man looked at the birds free in the sky, flapping his wings effortlessly, the birds gathered in a "V" shape. His eyes gleamed with water, but this time he smiled.

The man got up, got up from the dry grass beside the river that he had been sitting on. Taking definite steps to return home.

Her head was lowered again, as before. The man walked down. Staring bitterly at the ground dotted with dry grass, taking the fastest way to his vehicle while occasionally looking at the ground, afraid that an innocent little animal would step on him.

The motorcycle starter is turned on. Before the gas was raised, he looked up at the sky again. The sky is still blue, there is no cloud, there is no storm, he is still bright. A man with a piece of hope but will never give up.

Puteri, I will not give up. I'll make you think about it if your answer always doesn't want to think about it, I promise. Princess, I will propose you, make you my wife, make you the mother of my children.

An episode: The One Piece of Hope.