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let me tell a story: Mau ngga jadi selingkuhanku?
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Let me tell a story. Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Mau ngga jadi selingkuhanku? Enak ngga jadi selingkuhanmu? Ya, boleh deh. Rasanya seperti anak SMA nembak jadi pacar. Kalau sudah bilang 'ya' terus apa? Orang selingkuh itu ngapain? Aku belum pernah," jawabmu. Oh, jadi aku bahan percobaan? Aku juga bingung mesti ngapain kalo udah proklamasi 'kita selingkuh'. Kamu panggil aku 'sayang'. Huahahahaha. geli di kuping, dan malah aku bikin tertawa. Sudah makan, sayang? Kamu ke sini dong.". Mau apa ke sana? Sudahlah&#...
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let me tell a story: January 2009
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Let me tell a story. Friday, January 30, 2009. Happy birthday, honey…. I said the words to you, then I kissed your chubby cheek, and I hugged you close and tenderly. Only red soil heap, piled with a stone, written on with your name, your birthday and your pass away date, which even still in the same year. Pain covered my time and space. Tears, sadness, heartache, sorrow…. I spread out the last grab of flowers I brought. I rubbed your epitaph once again, and I sent you a warm loving kiss. I never thought ...
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let me tell a story: October 2009
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Let me tell a story. Friday, October 23, 2009. Note: Genderuwo is one of Javanese male ghost. It is believe to appear as a black big hairy stinky image. They like to have sex with human by showing up as a man. And (some people believe) the women could have baby from the activity. The sun has just greeted Dhuha. Net walked half running passing through Mbah Mis’s house. Why do you hurry so? Where are you from? Said Mbah Mis half shouted from the veranda of his house. When did Rim pregnant? About eight-nine...
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let me tell a story: “Jay please listen, this is important!”
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Let me tell a story. Saturday, March 7, 2009. 8220;Jay please listen, this is important! He stopped walking and turned around. Finally. For the last couple days I have been trying to tell him about this. But he always said, ‘can we talk about it later? 8217; or ‘I’m very tired’ or ‘I still have a lot of things to do’ or thousands other reasons. 8220;This better be really important, ‘cause I have an important meeting at eight”, he said. 8220;Can we sit down for a while? 8220;Just say it”. A pregnant would...
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let me tell a story: July 2010
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Let me tell a story. Saturday, July 10, 2010. Niar sat in front of Andre, at the same cafe, at the same table where they were going out for the first time five-six months ago. Andre asked her to meet here this afternoon after work. Andre's face looked strained, or possibly nervous. Niar was no less anxious to see her lover. Ni, I want to apologize," Andre started to get into the real conversation. All I have said and done". What are you talking about Ndre, don't act weird .". Andre shook his head. Niar's...
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let me tell a story: November 2008
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Let me tell a story. Saturday, November 15, 2008. Aku bisa", jawabku. Kulirik jam tanganku, pukul 15.57. 8220;Kamu di mana sekarang? 8221;, tanya dia lagi. 8220;Masih di kantor”. 8220;Kelasnya jam lima lho, keburu? 8220;Insya Allah”. 8220;Ok, jam lima ya. Tolong, soalnya aku bener-bener ngga bisa berangkat”. 8220;Iya, aku berangkat sekarang juga”. Kumatikan komputer dan berbenah untuk pulang. Kalau aku cepat mungkin aku masih bisa naik bis. 8220;Lho, Di, mau ke mana? 8220;Pulang, Pak”. Sanggar sudah penu...
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let me tell a story: January 2010
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Let me tell a story. Sunday, January 10, 2010. The fire works tonight. Once again I looked at the tiny thing. Tomorrow I'm going to pick it up here, ya. Please keep it for me. If I don’t come at seven, and any one wants it, give it. Maybe I don’t deserve it, "I told the shop keeper. He smiled, nodded. Lik Har, what’s wrong with you stomach Lik? I asked, panicked, then shouted for Mom and Dad. Call Yoto’s office, Mas . or should we just call the midwife? Or directly bring Har to the hospital? Lik Yoto, Li...
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let me tell a story: August 2008
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Let me tell a story. Friday, August 22, 2008. 8220;Itu karena kau telah menyakiti anak-anakku”. 8220;Dan itu karena kau telah tidur dengan suami orang, apa pun alasanmu”. 8220;Bun…”. 8220;Jangan panggil aku begitu. Kau tidak pantas panggil aku ‘Bunda’. Kau melakukannya di rumahku, di peraduanku…”. Aku tidak percaya itu adalah kau. Aku tidak percaya itu adalah suamiku. Aku tak percaya bahwa bukan dari dunia itu kau akhirnya jatuh, tapi dari sisiku. Tidak memang, waktu itu. Tapi kini aku tahu bahwa aku...
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let me tell a story: December 2008
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Let me tell a story. Tuesday, December 23, 2008. Sabtu sore yang mendung. Di tengah lapangan SD di pingggir desa, sekumpulan anak sedang bermain kasti. Matahari sudah hampir jatuh di garis cakrawala, tapi permainan sedang seru-serunya. Kelompok pemukul bola hampir meloloskan semua pelarinya. Pitik si pemukul terakhir memukul keras, tepat mengarah ke tangkapan Bayu.Bayu memegang bolanya, tapi tiba-tiba terpaku. Penonton berteriak-teriak untuk dia melakukan sesuatu. Lempar ke sini cepat! Bayu terus berlari...
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let me tell a story: Happy birthday, honey….
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Let me tell a story. Friday, January 30, 2009. Happy birthday, honey…. I said the words to you, then I kissed your chubby cheek, and I hugged you close and tenderly. Only red soil heap, piled with a stone, written on with your name, your birthday and your pass away date, which even still in the same year. Pain covered my time and space. Tears, sadness, heartache, sorrow…. I spread out the last grab of flowers I brought. I rubbed your epitaph once again, and I sent you a warm loving kiss. I never thought ...
