You Shouldn’t (Cerita Fiktif)

You sat there. Around the grass and the flowers which were blooming sweetly. Your hair became reddish because of the sunshine, and the smell of burned paper covered it too. And you know what? That kinda smell still I can feel till now.

You then drew a beauty big ship on your drawing book. I wanna laugh when I remember how your drawing book was full of so many kinds of abstract colors. Dear, I know how you used to love art, that’s why I always understood with your habit that always bought a new drawing book each day, because of your previous drawing book had no page left for you to draw some things more. I know how your bed room walls were full of your hand drawing. I also know how your mom always got angry at you and forced you to stop drawing then start doing your Mathematics homework. And I know so well how you used to really hate the way your mom defined you to make real all the things on your mind with drawing those on the white paper, or the way your mom forbade us to play outside in the free world till you have finished your homework.

Grandma, Pencil, and True Love (Cerita Fiktif)

Madrid, Spain.

“They said Italia is the country of love. Is that true, grandma?”

That little girl holds on to her grandma’s hand. She was never tired asking the same question all the days to the grandma. The grandma was also never tired answering with the same answers all the days. She loves her grandchild so much.

“Yes, my sweetheart. If you let me know, I want to know the reason why do you ask for that thing? Are you interested with Italia, baby?”

“No grandma. It means, if I want to get my true love, I have to go to Italia, haven’t I, my grandma?”

The grandma laughs, “You start to love a guy, baby? An 8-years-old-girl likes a boy? How he looks like? Is he good looking, does he has a kind heart?”

The grandchild starts to have a bloomy-face. She was shy when answering,

                “Yes, my grandma. He is my class mate on Elementary School. He is a kind person. He likes to help me when I need an aid. He gave me his pencil when mine was broken, while he had no more pencil for his own self.

Regret is Hurt (Cerita Fiktif)

Once upon a time, there was a friendship between a little girl and a little boy. They really loved each other. Everyday, every time, they’ve always been together. They played together, sang together, and laughed together.  The boy name was Robin, and the girl name was Jessica. Jessica liked singing, while, Robin loved football so much. In the town park,

“Hey, kicked the ball to me!” said Robin.

Jessica then kicked the ball, but her shoot was too weak.

“Ah, you are foolish! How couldn’t you just kick the ball properly? I am really bored play with you, you even couldn’t kick the ball well”, said Robin loudly and then left Jessica alone.

“Hey, where are you going, Robin?” Jessica screamed.

“I’m going to look for the new friends who can shoot the ball properly and absolutely much better than your shoot!” said Robin.

                “Emm.. I… I promise I will be better, Robin! I will try to be good in playing football. There is no better friend instead of me out there! Trust me it works!”

Marilah Mulai Berkarya!

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