A Story of The Shoeshine

Dawn came with a dreary gray, ominous without a sign of warning. Until the clouds gradually cracked into a half, exposing the radiant of the sun light, he still did not care.

Continue reading “A Story of The Shoeshine”

Through The Mirror

Satu, dua, tiga… kemudian tak kutemukan lagi sisa daya untuk sekedar menyentuh piringan kecil keempat yang berderet rapih di pusat chiffon pelindung tubuhku. Meski telah kuhirup wangi kamomil yang berbaur dengan rempah menyengat, nyatanya masih terasa ngilu di dalam sana; tepat di pusat titik antara sepasang alis gelapku.

Continue reading “Through The Mirror”

HE IS COMING

Again, I felt the same pulse.

It thumped me on the chest harder than ever, as if a swarm of timpanists were clashing the drums and fighting between themselves. I still ignored it until the ordinary beat became a frenetic, perpetual rhythm.

Continue reading “HE IS COMING”