GOOD BYE MY CHILD

I put the baby back onto the black sand. I then stood and walked away without looking back. Honey, your suffering is over, right? This is indeed the best way for you. Rather than letting you live in this cruel hellish world, I'd better return you to heaven. Goodbye my child, mother loves you ...

 

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Selamat Tinggal Anakku

Bayi mungil itu keletakkan kembali di pasir pantai. Aku berdiri dan berjalan tertatih-tatih. Sayang, penderitaanmu sudah berakhir kan? Ini memang jalan terbaik untukmu. Daripada kau hidup di dunia kejam ini dan masuk neraka, lebih baik aku mengembalikanmu ke surga. Selamat tinggal anakku, ibu mencintaimu...

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TERNYATA...

Masuk UKM MAPALA memang merupakan keinginanku sejak dulu. Di SMA-ku tidak ada SISPALA, jadi aku tidak pernah dapat kesempatan untuk mengenal lebih jauh tentang kegiatan pencinta alam.

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RUBBISH

“Just like fairy tales, our lives, no matter how bad it seemed at first, would be beautiful in the end, if they were not, then it wasn’t the end yet”. I believed it; I lived my life thinking that I would be like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, or Belle in Beauty and the Beast. The point is, I believed that I was destined to be happy, just like those princesses in fairy tales. However, life is not a fairy tale, my prince did come, but he was not a prince like he was supposed to be.

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Even If It Kills Me

What is worse than being rejected by someone you love?

Loving someone deeply, but not having enough courage to tell that person.

What is worse than that?

Loving someone deeply, not having enough courage to tell that person, and knowing he will never be yours.

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Siapa Namamu?

Aku berdiri di depan cermin, memperhatikan dengan malas baju ungu muda berenda putih yang sedang kukenakan. Ini adalah baju keempat yang kucoba malam ini, “Kayaknya aku nggak jadi pergi deh.” kataku pada bayangan wajah sahabatku, Renita, yang terpantul di cermin.

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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

“Tomorrow.” Andri clenched his right hand into a tight fist while looking at the street below, at a long-haired girl who was casually riding her scooter. Andri didn’t know what her name was, or where she came from. All that he knew about her was that she was a student of Visual Arts Department; it could be seen from the jacket she always wore.

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ANIKA

Anika hung up the call angrily, leaving me mid-sentence. It was our fourth call this month, and fourth fight too. Yeah, we always had something to argue about. It was usually her though, being irrationally insecure. She thought I was having fun with other women here. Huh, like for real, what’s the chance of me cheating on her? She thought because I rarely called, I was ignoring her. I already told her I had very limited data.

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