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about the people who rise me up This could be a bedtime story—which are actually far away from the actual stuff I supposed to typed, but never mind—if I tell a story about the time my life has changed. I have a nature of a tomboy girl and having a little brother brought me into a more masculine life. I used to share things with my brother and that means almost everything not private. Some examples: entertainments. I believe my parent was able to brought me some girly stuffs—I got some though—but I was absolutely didn’t want my brother to grow like a girl. For me it was okay to get a slightly tomboy—it could help sometimes. So I ended up with boyish toys, watching boyish shows, and avoiding some girl toys, shows, and reads. I presumed this as one of lot of causes of my dumb tendency of—I could say, romantic things; but I don’t want to discuss it. This trait of me was not for public consume—I only did it at home. But it was an exception for that day. I even remembered the details. I ...

 about a sparks of sunshine that once blessed to my I met him at a gathering event of my first semester in university. We were showed an inspirational video, with a friendly back sound on my ear. It was the same song on my 10 th grade motivational video on an Islamic Religion class. I enjoyed the song that year of 2013 but can’t find the title since it was on Japanese. I could write down it’s lyrics on the faculty’s religious community gathering since I’ve learned Japanese on my 11 th and 12 th grade. It was Ayumi by GreeeeN. The song was so catchy, but I can’t enjoy it since I was busy write it’s lyric on my notes. When the song is repeating, I relax my eyes by wandering my sight through the room. All the students were hypnotized with the video, but one. I found one man paying no attention to the video but lip-singing the song with slight dancing. I have a good sight and he was not too far away, so I was surprised with the synchronization between his lip sing and the actual w...

 tentang seorang pelajaran terbesar Lelaki itu membuka pintu depan dengan suara sepelan yang dia bisa. Dengan itu, ternyata sambutan yang menunggu juga sama senyapnya—hanya suara monolog saluran televisi. Sambil melirik jam besar di ruang depan, ia mengeluh pelan dan mengunci pintu. Dia memang sudah pulang terlalu larut. “Ra?” “Mmh…” Istrinya duduk di muka televisi dengan memangku buku dan biskuit coklat, terlelap setengah duduk. Sebuah senyum hangat terlukis di bibir lelaki itu bersama tangan yang hendak menyingkap anak-anak rambut yang meluncuri wajah wanitanya. Tapi niatannya terhenti saat matanya menangkap kedipan layar ponsel di depan perempuan itu. Sebuah pesan masuk, mungkin sudah sejak setengah jam lalu, dari seorang laki-laki yang bukan dirinya. Sontak saja keningnya berkerut dan tangannya beralih pada benda itu. “Oh…” Wajah lelaki itu kembali lurus saat mengenali pengirim pesan itu, tak ada yang perlu dikhawatirkan. Hanya sahabat lama istrinya yang juga ia ken...

tentang orang-orang baik yang pernah menjadi atensi  Aku menatap ke belakang, mendapati juluran kerudungku tersangkut di sandaran kursi. Sambil mundur untuk melepasnya, aku melihat beberapa orang menatapku. Aku tidak terlalu suka menjadi pusat perhatian, tapi aku berusaha berlagak hal ini tidak menyusahkanku. Saat aku selesai dan balas menatap mereka, mereka menunduk dan beralih. Aku menghela napas sambil memegangi ujung gamisku agar tidak tersangkut di kaki kursi. Jika bisa dikata, aku adalah orang terasing di kelas ini, karena pakaianku mungkin? Pantas saja paman kemarin menatapku dalam saat aku bilang suatu hari nanti akan bercadar. .   “Kamu dari daerah mana? Aku lupa…” Perempuan yang berjalan di sampingku itu menatap ramah. Aku tersenyum. “Sulawesi.” “Wah, jauh ya.” Aku tertawa. “SMAnya apa?” “Hah?” Aku mengerutkan alis. “Biarpun aku sebut alamat lengkapnya, kamu palingan cuma tau kota dan provinsinya.” “Mmm, bukan itu maksudku.” Ia menatap rumput di baw...