Short Stories of Islamic Love
White Paper On My Birthday

Dozens of gifts lay in disarray on my bedroom bed. Unite with everything that was previously also messy, dirty clothes, task books, pillows and others. Today is my birthday where everyone involved in my life has given me a gift. People I didn't recognize were also scattered congratulating me on Facebook. Envelopes of greeting cards also piled up on my room table. While expectations and do’a-do’a the market is also still flowing rapidly in my chronology.

Apart from the rotten eggs and white flour that were lining my head earlier this afternoon as well as the money that was reduced due to treating a friend. There are things that if calculated this is a profit but also a debt. There are dozens of gifts piled up in the room.



My hands curiously tore up the neatly arranged wrapping. A bit of eman actually, they made the parcels in such a way just for me to break. One by one the contents of the gift began to know.

Shoes, Watches, Mobile, Painting, Powder and more

Of the many gifts I have received. One last gift caught my attention. Shape beam size 10×20 centi. Wrapped simply using gift paper patterned batik jlamprang brown color. I think this is the most special gift. Because usually the outside is simple to keep a secret in it. I am sure this gift is special and surprising.

With my eyes closed, I opened this gift. Start by sipping the middle wrapping paper through my long right thumb and then tear it irregularly slowly. When my hand fumbled, it contained a scroll. I opened my eyes, it was true that the scroll was a white paper tied in red ribbon using a live knot. My finger then pulled the end of the knot so that it slipped off. I opened the paper curiously. There is a certain astonishment here. This paper is empty nothing. Just blank paper. I immediately found out who the sender of this ridiculous gift was. My hand immediately took this gift container. I'm trying to find out if there's a sender's name. I turned through the cardboard from the empty paper container. And right, there's an inscription on the bottom left corner that says Septian.

Who's the septian, when I think back. Septian is my next classmate. The boy was simple but full of silliness in his daily life. Yesterday he sent love letters to all the women in his class just to find out the reaction of women when faced with love. Obviously this is ridiculous. Today I was presented with blank paper. What does it mean to do this silliness again.

The next day I tried to dig out the meaning of this white paper. Passing on the road when heading to class. I immediately intercepted and tried to try to want to have a little chat with me.

“Yes it is up to you, it will be yours” he replied casually but still kept the mystery.

“Explain what exactly you mean. Didn't you often do strange things so that everyone notices you” my question came back full of bait.

He smiled and just left me. Leave a deep curiosity about the meaning of the white paper on my birthday.

I think it's useless if I keep asking him what this white paper means. It might even add to my curiosity. Until I thought, that someone's secrets lie with his best friend. And Febri, is the right person and knows what this white paper means. He was his friend Septian. He must know about this.

I immediately set foot into the eleventh grade C where Febri was a native of that class. When I met him, he was still alone on the second-right bench with his textbooks. And this is a coincidence. I walked over to him and asked him directly to the point.

“Feb, you're Septian's best friend and you certainly know what my birthday gift from septian means. Please explain Feb” my question is full of serious and curious.

“Which I know. All I know is that Septian said yesterday that the woman he's loved all along is going to have a birthday. And he will reward something that will make his name continue to be in the heart of the woman”

After I thought I had bagged the answer to that intent. I rushed to my class again, but there was something different. My feelings play here. I began to formulate for myself what the white paper of Septian meant. It turned out that he gave me something strange to be curious about and to have me constantly imagine his name, simply because he loved me. Smart as well as him and successful also he entered my mind lately after his gift gift that is ridiculous makes me so curious. Is it true that he loves me and is this a special gift on my birthday.