Fantasy

dorong    “Does Santa Claus really exist?” Story asked as she looked out through the window in a cramped living room.
“Aw, c’mon, Santa Claus is just fantasy,” he said, squatting near the living room.
“Fantasy? What is it fantasy?” Story asked, still looking out the window. Her head suddenly moved backward reflexes. Continue reading

The Social Network

“Where have you been? Long time no see,” Nelli said.
“I’m still in Jakarta,” Story answered.
“Why you never hung out with us?”
“Us?”
“I mean our high school friends. Nia, Riza, Opie, Mega, Emil asked about you. How could I know?”blogs.lynn.edu NoSocialMedia-300x200
“Do you often meet them, Nel?”
“Yes. We meet online. What’s yout BB pin? I’ll join you to our BBM group.”
“BBM? I don’t have BB.”
“FB account?”
“Facebook? No.”
“YM? WhatsApp? Twitter?”
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Prized Possession

She got a gift from her father. A bicycle. Something that she really wanted to have although she couldn’t ride a bicycle yet. A mini bicycle with two training wheels as a great choice for a 5-year-old kid who want to learn how to ride a bike.
“It’s my bike. No body may ride it. It’s just for me,” she said to Kaka, her brother.
“You can’t ride! Let me ride and you sit on the back,” her brother, Kaka, said.
“No. I’ll learn to ride it.”
“No. You can’t ride. I want to ride it,” Kaka said and tried to grab her bike.
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