A Quiet Letter

 The cold winter freezes your little finger. As the wind passes through surfaces of our cheeks; i looked at those deep, warm eyes of yours aside of the cold that striking down to my chest. It is January 30th and you still hold your coffee as usual; ignoring how bitter it is to a bit of your tongue, enjoying it with uttermost feeling. I tried to say this 'hello' word, but it seems the word no longer leashing itself. We enjoyed the quiet company by the snow that falls alongside with the time we spend together this hour, and I don't think of it except as a bless I got after my mistakes. 

I no longer feel it bizarre; I mean, the winter. It became warm as I see how you, with your shabby smile because I know how a lot you've been hiding inside of you; is still there, being how you are along your tiny gestures that unconsciously shown. 

I don't feel like writing a narration on how much adorable you are; I think let the olds just gossip about it. But i don't mind to see this wrinkle that forms letter C on your face. Smile. Be grateful, be joyful.

Don't let the rain petrifies the warmth that you have, don't let the stones make you back down. Be the tears of your own griefs, don't let the seasons dictate on how your heart should be. You're great, than the values of how your crisis set you down. Run the way that you analyze it's best, good for both the temporary and hereafter. Don't look back. If you're tired, then you can stop at the cafes and perhaps if I'm available, free coffee is there for you to rest a bit. Though I won't always be present in your road; but I hope there are always, cafe stops that be places of your rest in your run; maybe it's the annoying chitchats of your companies, yes, those friends you have. Don't forget also there is Him that would always hear your obstacles and problems. Tell Him how troubled you are today, this day. - are the words clumping in my mind in this solitary rendezvous. 

I don't have the name of calm, neither is forever. But please don't forget the coffees.

Awalan

Assalamu'alaikum wr.wb..

Kenapa nama blog ini 'White Rectangle'?

Alangkah baiknya kita mengetahui arti dari sebuah kata itu sendiri secara umum :)

White : adalah salah satu dari nama warna, yaitu warna putih.
Rectangle : adalah bujur sangkar, persegi panjang 4 sisi, dan lain-lain.

Arti dari 'White Rectangle' yang saya maksud disini, bukan berarti sebuah persegi panjang yang suci, bersih, putih.

Namun White Rectangle melambangkan buku kecil(booklet) yang saya miliki dan selalu saya bawa kemanapun, kecuali ketika saya lupa membawanya(lol). Booklet yang saya miliki berwarna putih, dan bentuknya pun sebuah persegi panjang(tentu saja,booklet manapun saya rasa bentuknya begitu).

Kalau merasa nama 'White Rectangle' agak aneh, mungkin anda akan bertanya, kenapa namanya tidak White Note, White Book, White Sheet saja? Yang artinya lebih mengarah pada buku, kertas, halaman, dll. Jawabannya tentu saja saya nggak milih nama mainstream seperti itu(menurut saya itu mainstream;).

Jadi, isi dari blog ini adalah isi dari si 'White Rectangle' tersebut, atau booklet yang saya miliki. Lah isinya apa? Tentu bisa semua topik. Dari pelajaran, catatan pribadi, jadwal, apa yang saya lihat dan lain-lain. 

Membosankan? Well, saya tidak menargetkan blog ini jadi blog teratas di dunia maya. Toh, isinya hanya coretan-coretan saya. Membaca, melihat, dan menikmati isi blog ini, terserah anda.

Oh, saya lupa, ucapan 'terima kasih' saya untuk anda karena telah berkunjung ke 'White Rectangle' ini. ;)