“Where have you been? Long time no see,” Nelli said.
“I’m still in Jakarta,” Story answered.
“Why you never hung out with us?”
“I mean our high school friends. Nia, Riza, Opie, Mega, Emil asked about you. How could I know?”
“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.”
“YM? WhatsApp? Twitter?”
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.
“Story! Hey, Story!”
“What? What story do you mean?”
“I call you, Story!”
“Do you call someone? With Story? Is it a name?” Continue reading
Why does rainy stay too long?
It’s raining like poured from a bucket
I think there is something wrong
In April, streets and trees are still wet
Turn, turn, turn, please turn
Turn off the dark, give me the shine
I miss the sunburn
Why can’t I see the silver line?
It was 2 a.m. Story had been falling in the deep sleep while immediately the phone rang. She opened her eyes. She didn’t like to answer a call in the midnight. It usually brought a bad news: some body was serius ill or died. She picked up the phone slowly. She wanted to hear the caller’s voice first.
She looked around and walked to a place with two poles stood. Poles with rusty lumps. She held those rusty poles. The wind blew her hair.
“Higher, Tammy, higher, hahahaha.”
“Are you sure, Story? I’ll swing you to the sky! Hahahaha.” Continue reading
In 2010, Story facing the most difficult situation. At the office, she was imprisoned in the uncertainty of her fate. At home, she was wrestling with her emotions.
It was Story’s birthday. There was no big party. Some gifts still piled on the table, beside her computer. She was more interested to open her emails than open the gifts. She had special email address that she opened only on her birthday. Opening these special emails was activity that she waiting for every year. She looked for the subject of “Gift for 2014”. Click!
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For those of you who are new to my blog, I’d like to introduce myself.
My screen name is Cherita Story but you can just call me Cherry. I post some stories and most of them highlight something usual that has happened to us.
I hope you enjoy it!