White Sand.

It was summer when I saw him sleeping on the sand, we were on vacation to the white sand beach with the whole class after the last exam. I never got closed before with him, I barely know him, all I do was studying so I could get into good university. And he was in...

Taking A Chance

I’ve been watching you from this bed, you move around the room, reading some books, analyzing the weather outside, asking me whether I want a coffee or tea. If you don’t mind, I prefer you. I’ve been pretending to read this magazine for a while, actually I’ve been busy taking off your clothes, in my...

Diary: Menulis Novel (2) – “Keranjang Sampah”

Apakah mood menulis saya sedang memunculkan tunasnya dan sebentar agi akan berkembang ? (hahaha lebay). New project on the run, proyek pribadi sih ini, iseng mencoba bikin cerita pendek yang saya kembangkan dari puisi yang kemarin saya buat di tumblr blog saya >> To Be A Garbage Basket << check it out! Tapi kok saya nulisnya sampe 7...

Diary: Menulis Novel (1) – “Love Letter”

Ada yang bilang menulis cerita itu gampang-gampang susah, apalagi menulis novel yang panjangnya tanpa ujung. Keinginan menulis novel sih ada, banyak banget malah, tapi ya itu dia, saya masih kesulitan dalam menentukan plot di tiap chapternya, dan mempertahankan keasikan dari cerita. Terlalu banyak plot hole yang saya hadapi. Akhirnya ide-ide cerita itu hanya jadi coretan yang...

The Reflection Of You

We stand here in front of this office window, try to talk about something you don't wanna talk about and I don't wanna hear the explanation. I sip my coffee, I feel warm on my both hands. You don't wanna look at me, you look at the sky as it gets darker. "It's gonna rain...

Dying Night

While I entered the hotel room, I walked straight to the big windows that give the room of the sea view. I dazed out by the scenery. A moment later he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, enjoyed the same picture. “We’re finally here.”, I said as his arms got tighter wrapping me....

Fireworks

Seorang kurir mengetuk pintu rumahku, menyerahkan selembar amplop kecil kepadaku dari tas coklat di motornya. Dengan berlalunya kurir itu, aku perlahan membuka amplop tersebut. Sebuah Foto, aku dan.. kemudian aku menahan nafasku, hampir saja aku lupa dengan orang ini. Dan ingatanku kembali pada pertemuan kami tahun lalu.. Seseorang memanggil namaku dari belakang saat aku dan...