Final Writing: My Lonely Archive (Fiction)

This will be the story of a lonely man with no interesting aspect in life whatsoever. In this very occasion though, I am demanded to be very specific as so many people are waiting for my confession. I think I’d like to write this as a uumhhhh….., uh I am not sure what will this be frankly. I’ll just let it all through as it happened naturally, I guess. No pressure. I hope this will be enough explanation to you all fellas. I’ll be as thorough as it can be in less than two thousand words. So, let’s begin.

Years ago, I found another reason to move on with life. My life hadn’t exactly happy and full of love and joy. My father and mother weren’t really functional, both as a parent and as a person. It’s your typical broken Southern family. Drunken father, abused mother. Nothing’s changed for good down here. Same shite different day. They separated when they had my sister three years after they had me. And just so you know, both me and my sister never knew about him, until we are at least getting out of high school.

Life moved on, we went on to live with one of my mother’s relative. It was her younger brother I believe I can’t quite recall whom he was exactly. He’s a tall slender but muscular man, a carpenter, a very skilled one to be honest. Usually wears plaid. He only like three shades of them, red-white, green-black and all grey. Every day, at 8.00 in the morning he went out to his spot, bringing his shed of tools continue his work right there, not getting out even for lunch and coming out of his shade at exactly 5 in the afternoon. A devout man, that’s what he is. With one wife and three miscarriages, they both gave up and turn their head to Jesus instead.

Jesus might help them but He sure didn’t help my mama and her children. We lived day by day with my mama’s minimum wage. She worked day and night to support the three of us and yeah surely but barely enough. But it did anyway. Nobody knows why. My good uncle must’ve helped her went through it. A good family he and his young lovely wife. Every time I think of him now, I know that those five months with him were the only good memories of my childhood. I wish my life could’ve stuck in those days forever sometime.

Unfortunately, all those stopped when my mama found new beau. He supported the three of us. We said goodbye to them and moved away to the north. The snow was cold and it never get any gentler. So did my new papa. There was so many unspeakable things in our home. To my mama, to me, to my sister. He wasn’t human, he was never human. He was a Devil in Angel skin. People like him is the cancer of the world. I wish he’d just disappear someday. Nah, it’s too kind for him. He had to swallowed a wildfire or getting his limb chopped. Probably that’s even too kind for him. Oh, fellas, have I told you that he served Jesus in daylight? Yeah, that’s what he did for a living. People loved him, no wonder my mother did too at first sight. I guess this new papa loved Jesus too much, he started to treat both me and my sister like Jesus. Full of pain and blood. You dense hypocrite.

Even after all those, I could manage my life. My one and only sanctuary was my love of movies. Back in the days, movie was not as popular as it is at the time this is written. I made some cash specifically to buy my simple equipment of movie. I spend my time in this era with my movies. Not much friends outside my movies. Another human being that ever stick with me ended up picking in on me. They whether thought of me as a some kind of punching bag for their more miserable life or some clown to get laugh at. I hate them. There was no reason at all behind what they did to me, they just loved the fact of me being in pain to make them fell better. So, I stay away. Those filthy little human never deserved my attention. Never give them what they want. I chose to build up a giant tall wall around to protect my feelings. My life was totally cold as it can be. Felt like I’m just the one and only person living in my own space. I’m stuck. And it’s totally my fault.

All this darkness finally come to light when I met this specific someone. She found me out of nowhere to be honest. I was secretly shooting one of my movie and she bumped into me asking this specific matter that nobody will ever talked about. Instant love. Ah, you’re my one and only, girl. I don’t think I could ever tell another story about you. I just can’t. I’m here to talk about all my feelings about you, girl.
We had more and more intense relationship after that. Obviously. I have no idea why can’t I just said I loved her back then instead, doing what I did.

To describe my feeling better, I am going to put it this way, a force. A mystical dark force of love. What I felt was a whole different feeling. She was the only one who could give me that kind of warmth. There was some longing deep down inside that simply awakened by one single force. My life was so much better from that point. I want to give her the best of everything. Umhhh. Is this what they called love? My idealism of it was set too high then. I didn’t want to be like my folks. They were as tortured as human can be in a fake life living under fake love. I wanted something real, something essential that become one with my blood and bones. We will become one lover. You and me together in this world. Facing them monsters with our strong bare hands.

So that’s how love supposed to be felt. Nurturing each other’s life equally. Well, unfortunately that was something I could never ever have my entire life, as I am lonely pathetic and sorrowful. I realized that fact the day she kissed some other jerk behind the gym. “But she loves me,” I thought. Yeah, this just another lie. This feeling had deceived me from the truth. Out of the blue, I had this idea. I had to consummate my love to her. Yes, I had to. I know it was the right thing to do.

The next I knew was that I enjoyed her bones. I loved it very much. I cried as loud as I could be whilst screaming out of excitement. “This is it,” I mumbled in the middle of laughter. I felt so alive and yeah, it was real. Real emotion. The one kind that would not deceive you, but instead, shed a light on your heart. At first, we both screamed, then she started begging me to stop with her tears. I got confused then, as all I could think of was that we enjoyed this equally. Didn’t you, girl? Her sobbing stop as I choked the life off of her. I could not stop staring at her beautiful self. So yeah, I stared and stared until the dawn came. It was done, I thought. My job here was done, I served enough. What I could remember next was I got back to my room.

Alone in the dark, I finally got my best sleeping experience in that room in years. What rushed through my blood was so addicted that I was hugered for more and more “consummation”. Should I find another “love”? Yeah I know I would. So, the next morning was what I called an achievement unlocked. People keep talking about what I did. I was so proud that something I’ve done finally got some recognition. I mean, hell yeah. I would love to do some more of this ramp.

Then so it went. My second, my third and fourth and fifth. None of them was as special as my first one apparently. They left me an odd satisfaction and at least cured my thirst for a while. I lost track of number after the fifth one. I never quite remember what I did to be extremely honest. None of them worth my feelings after they served me well. Huh.

But, I have to admit that Sheila certainly got my attention enough. She is the one who got me caught. She was smart enough so you people finally found me. I do not remember why I chose her, yeah, I never remember the reason I suppose. What I can recall is that she resembled my sister in some sense. She didn’t make any sound nor anything when I was with her. Nothing. Just like my cold little heart here probably. Nothing.

I do not want to share my other experiment to anyone. I keep my mouth shout for any question they keep asking me. Well, you know what? I will let my action be speak louder than this mere words. I welcome you to my world now, fellas. Right now, I am ready for everything that has been destined for me, no more fear, no more loneliness.

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Final Writing: Addicted to Derawan (non-fiction)

Ekky Hana Vicya/180410100143

Derawan is an island located in east Kalimantan, Indonesia. It is one of popular travel destination in Indonesia, because it has beautiful and exotic beach. Derawan islands also one of the paradise for those who loves Scuba Diving, like me. I started to try snorkling at a very young age, 8 years old, whereas scuba diving at 14 years old. These island makes me fall in love with the beauty of sea and it’s coral reefs for the first time.

This time I want to tell anything, not only about “how to get there”, but also the story, how much money you’ll spend there, and any other information. This is one of my trip to Derawan with my sister, Fenny.

There are three ways to get to Derawan. We can fly from Jakarta to Balikpapan, or using direct flight to Berau, east Kalimantan. The ceapest flight is about Rp. 900.000 from Jakarta to Berau directly, or use a flight from Jakarta to Balikpapan and then continue the journey by car but it will takes so much time. We will spend about 18 hours in the car. The last option is fly from Jakarta to Tarakan. The price also around million Rupiah. So I suggest you to take the first or second option. It won’t take so much of your time.
When we arrived at Berau we can continue the journey by car to Tanjung Batu, we’ll spend about Rp. 100.000 per person, then continue to Derawan using a speedboat, the price is Rp. 800.000 for two ways around, or we can use a speed boat from Berau to Derawan directly, it cost Rp. 6.000.000 including island hopping. The maximum boat’s capacity is for 5 person. If we travel in group, It is better to use the speedboat.

Me and my sister started the travel from Balikpapan, where my home is. We choosed a flight to Berau then continued the journey by car to Tanjung Batu, then to Derawan by speedboat. From Berau we spend about 3 hours until Derawan.
We arrived at Derawan on 4 pm. After checking in to the hotel, me and my sister started to play at the beach.
We stayed at BMI Derawan Dive Resort, this resort is always been my favorite place to stay since I was a little. They had the largest cottage area and placed just before the beach. The rental cost started from Rp. 525.000 to Rp. 1.650.000 including breakfast.

we can choose other place to stay though. There are many choices of resort or homestay cheaper then BMI Derawan Dive Resort, started from Rp. 150.000 per night.

Derawan is the main island of the Derawan islands, that is why we will find many resorts, cottages, restaurants, or any small stores where they sell some souvenirs and personal needs.
Derawan is the paradise for those who loves seafood, they sell fresh seafood with a cheap price, but for those who can’t eat seafood don’t worry they still sell chicken, meat and vegetable too.
The next day, me and Fenny woke up early morning to watch the beautiful sunrise by the beach, also strolled around the island. We only spend about 45 minutes to walk around the island by the beach while watching the sunrise. Such a small island, right?

Then we had some breakfast at the BMI restaurant. This place is a floating restaurant and it has a unique table design. They make a big round table with a big hole in the middle of it, wich reminded me to donnuts’ shape, so that we could see and feed the fishes while we eat.

After breakfast we prepared ourself for island hopping to the other three wonderful islands: Maratua, Kakaban, and Sangalaki, by speedboat. The first destination is, Maratua!

Maratua is one of the nearest island from Derawan. Many people called Maratua the Indonesian’s Maldives. They ain’t called it that way for no reason. The white sand and the clear torquise blue water make it called that way. If we visit Maratua in April, May, June, and September to December, we will find the best view there. The clear sky and calm sea makes the sea looks like a giant mirror. We can snorkle and swim around the pear, but we won’t find much coral reef in that area, just swim little bit farther from the pear so we could see the colorful coral reefs. For those wo loves Scuba Diving, Maratua known by the Shark point dive spot. If we’re lucky we could find a group of Hammershark Head when we dive.
Maratua also has a famous watervilla, called Maratua paradise. No wonder why people always said, it is the Indonesian’s Maldives. It’s all because the watervilla with the light blue turquoise water view that could makes the visitor amazed.
Another cool destination in Maratua is a cave that connect to a small lagoon, called Goa Haji Mangku. I’m not so sure why this place is called that way, some said Haji Mangku was the one who found this cave. I don’t know, it might be true though. This cave has a blue clear water that flow to its lagoon. For people who loves adrenaline rush, they could do cliff jumping there. I tried to jump there too! I love the feeling when the adrenaline rushed to my whole body the time I jumped, and made it to the cool water. It was amazing!

The next stop is, Kakaban. This island is one of a famous destination too. It famoused by the lake where stingless jellyfish is. Little did I know, this jellyfish only found at 4 places in the world. Three of them are in Indonesia: Raja Ampat, Sulawesi, and Kakaban.
To reach this lake, we have to walk trough a mangrove forest about 15 minutes. They make a long wooden bridge for the visitors to walk in. So don’t worry, we won’t be lost.

This lake is quite large for a small island and it surrounded by forest. We could snorkle there to see and swim along with the famous stingless jellyfishes, but we cannot use fin when we swim or snorkle there, to avoid damage of the lake and jellyfishes. When we swim in this lake, we will feel the different sensation. Imagine that we could swim along with a hundred or maybe thousand stingless jellyfish. Unbeliveable!
Kakaban island has a hidden paradise too. A small, shallow lagoon with a turquoise green water, Kehe Daeng. Not many people know about this beautiful lagoon, so that this place is so quiet and clean, kind of private natural pool. There’s a small cave that connect a Kakaban beach to this lagoon, but we can only walk there when it is low tide. This lagoon is remind me of Weekuri lagoon in Nusa Tenggara Barat. We can stay and rest for a little while in this place and enjoy our lunch. Oh, for your information, better bring some snacks or ricebox for lunch. because we won’t find it anywhere but Derawan.

The last destination is, Sangalaki. This island has a large Sea Turtle corservation place. When we visit this conservation place, we have to pay only Rp. 10.000 to support the conservation. The main destination of Sangalaki actually is not the island but the sea. For the divers, it has the famous Eagle ray or Manta ray dive spot. But don’t worry we could still enjoy the Manta ray spot by snorkling there. Sangalaki also has amazing underwater view. If we want to swim or just see the Manta ray, the best time is when the tide is begin. That is the time when the group of Manta Rays hunts their meal, Plankton. After that we return back to Derawan, enjoying sunrise on the beach.

The next day, which is also my last day. I met my old dive instructor, Mr. Alfato. He took me to do morning dive with him after breakfast. We did some discovery dive in Derawan’s pear and refresh my diving skill too. Many things we could see under the pear. Skulling fishes, giant shells, beautiful and colorful coral reefs, Moray eel, Nudibranchs, and so much more. If we dive little bit further from the pear, we will found a cool shipwreck too. What a perfect place to start a dive.

There is a dive procedure called Safety Stop. It is when the diver have to stop in depth of 3-5 meters for a minimun of three to five minutes in the end of dives, before final acsent to the surface. This Safety Stop is my favorite procedure, because I can dive and feed the fishes with some bread at the same time.

For your information, if you want to dive there you have to pay about Rp. 550.000 including a dive tank, equipment, and guide. For starters, you can do discovery dive in the pear by paying Rp. 650.000 including a dive tank, equipment, guide, and short course before get in to the water.

Derawan and its islands always been my favorite place to dive, I feel like coming home when I visit them. I dive there almost every year since my first dive in 2005 and never get bored. I am officially addicted to Derawan.

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Final Writing: A Full Consideration Woman with Her Risk(Fiction)

Ghina Fidina/180410150020

A Full Consideration Woman with Her Risk

In the metropolitan city in Jakarta, there lived a pretty, intelligent, and independent woman named Rosie. She is 20 years old woman and a fresh graduated student who recently has graduated from Aachen University, which she takes mechanical engineering as her major. Aachen is one of the best university in Germany. Particularly, the university has been released plenty of great technician. Even though Rosie lived in Germany alone without her parents and without any relatives, but it is not drag herself down and it is not steeped her spirit. She has a will that to pursue for the bright future, all she has to do is wander to another country.

She thrives to study hard. She thinks that she is not a German, but the situation impose her to live in Germany, what she has to do is she has to double study hard. Willing or not willing, she has to fluent in German language as much as possible thus she is pursuing a good score each subject which she takes. When the exam week is approaching which takes time for a week until the following day, she will thrive to study, even she has to study more harder than the native students do. Literally, studying is a must thing to do which she does two weeks before the due. All she must to do is studying, work in garage because she is a mechanical engineering student. As a mechanical engineering student, it is a must to do the practice in garage, specifically, do the field practice outdoor. After she does the field practice, she must do the assignment to write a lab report then submit to the lecturer. The major which she takes has the same system as in Indonesia. Basically, in Indonesia, Bandung Intitute of Technology (ITB) is as good as Aachen University. Which both of them has aviation engineering major as one of the favorite and quiet enthusiast in major.

Studying abroad has its own advantages and disadvantages. Based on her friends’ point of view, particularly her friends who study in Indonesia, her friends think that there are proper and reasonable thing concerning about she studies abroad alongside all of it. Thus, there are many supporting factors and an eager to study abroad because she is rich, capable, want to have fun without her parents’ supervision , and want a freedom from the density of Indonesia. Actually, her friends’ point of views are not fully correct. Even actually the reason is more integrated and well-organized. There are more additional thing that support her to study abroad about how she digs her quality of her life, challenge herself, finding her true side of herself in another country, in a strange place which indeed has different main language, culture, moreover religion.

She thinks that what inside her friends’ mind and their opinion are sometimes disrupt herself to become a better person in life. In case, her friends’are narrow-minded and don’t extensively think about how to challenge themselves. One of their statement about study abroad is to having fun is extremely wrong. Rosie yelled from inside of her mind it is clearly wrong. Deep inside her heart, honestly sometimes she want to mad about it. Unfortunately, she is a person who difficult to control emotion or maintain a peace mind over herself or over her head. There is such a furious thing which is folding her self. She is a flammable emotion person but not rude nor tempramental, moreover she is a critical person which means she always has a rational argument, always think twice before deciding something what she ought to accomplish, as if think one thousand times before act or convey her opinion, it become her habits to think broadly ahead.

Unfortunately, thing that always annoyed her is her friends’ slanting argument. It has made her head dizzy; her ear irritation. She mumbled to herself.

“They may think the sideways; they may envy of what I have. all they know is just I’m having fun with the way spending my parents money to travelling around Europe, giggling when build a snowman in winter, buy a branded purse. No certainly wrong, it is not easily spending my father’s money as it is. Meanwhile, I ought to do the part-time job. Why they ruined my mood and buzzing over my head like a fly as if they easily convey about it? They are narrow-minded; they just don’t know and don’t foresee that study in Germany has its own pressure moreover the hectic schedule.” In the night, before she goes to sleep, she text her mother; she complain all of the upset and the confusion about it. Her mother said that she should not worried about it. She lucky to have a mother that always be there for her, cheering her, even though her mother busy with the job as a doctor with unpredictable schedule of the patient. When her mother is having a quality time with family, and the phone ring from the clinic. It is a call of duty. To sacrifice her precious time with family for the sake of patient. Indeed, it is a great responsibility to handle between patient’s life and the death. Nevertheless Rosie don’t mind about it despite she is far from her mother. She don’t mind because she knows that her mother is fond of the job. Her mother loves what she does; she enjoys what she does throughout her job. Concerning spending her precious time with her familily for the sake to helping others. Helping to relieve the pain of other people. It is as well as human deeds to be useful for others.

“Even though you don’t have much money to delight people; you don’t have any strenght to help other suffer. But you are not that useful at all. Don’t worry and don’t be sad. Every single thing that you give to other people, for others kindness, it is certainly meaningfull moreover a very noble thing.” Rosie’s mother said.

In early July, when she has to move on to the preparation for the college end of year, she get an accident. She is hit by car when she cross the road however eventually the driver irresponsible about it, leave it all behind, and run away. By the time the traffic become messy because of it. Rosie has lost a lot of blood because she bounced quiet far and stumbled quiet harsh. Many of native person or local person near the location of the accident approaching to see. The other come to call ambulance for urgent help. Rosie seems so pale at the moment and shortly after that, she is collapse. It is hard to believe that she has to go to the caffe as usual she does the part-time job but now she has to lay down in the hospital mattress.

Even though she is the daughter’s of a doctor but she never like the smell of hospital; the smells of antibiotics that spreads in the air of the hospital atmosphere. Furthermore, she has lost many bloods therefore the doctor has to give a blood transfusion for her. The type of blood that required is A. Furthermore she must to give as much as possible an A blood. There are plenty of bloods which released for Rosie, to safe her life. Fortunately, she is blessed; she is safe from the death. But nevertheless, she is hardly to move her left hand for a while.

She is hit by a BMW, a deluxe car made by Germany. The information about the driver has been traced by the police. When the accident happened, the accident clearly revealed that Rosie has bounced to the road in approximately around 2 meters. At that time, she was terribly shock and began to collapse. Her ribs are broken; her nose is bleeding; her left hand is bruise; her joints are stiff. It feels like she is going to die; she feels like the grim reaper has come closer and ready to took her life on the brink of death. Until fortunately she is quickly brought to the hospital by the ambulance. So, her left hand is bruise. It is puffy, and the left hand looks like need more intensive treatment. The doctor said that her left hand will be totally cure for a month. The doctor just write the prescribe drugs to be drank by her 2 times a day before eating. She must take the medicine to the pharmacist. Two weeks later it is time for her to submit her thesis to the professor or to the lecturer. At the day after tomorrow, it is the most decisive day of her life for four years studying in Aachen University. She must do the thesis defence. She has been prepared her self; putting on a neat uniforms; putting on some make up for the sake to increase her confident; prepare her mental; she has sharpen her public speaking skill, and so on. After the thesis defence, she does a postgrade gratitude because her thesis score is A. She is cum laude. The professor congratulate her and proud of her.

“ Well done, Rosie. It is a rare thing for a foreign student to be graduate with cum laude title like you.” Said the professor.

“Alhamdulillah. Thank you professor. I achieve this score with full of efforts, studying until late night, do the pray; do the tahajud prayer, wake up early in the morning, and through my ups and downs moment.” replied her.

“Congratulation. Frohlichen abschlusstag, Rosie! May you always success in your life.” Said the professor.

“Thank you very much. It is also because of your guidance to accomplish the thesis. You guide me patiently. You teach me from the basic until the advance thing. Certainly, I’m not German so I must study more harder than the other German student here. If I’m just daydreaming hoping a miracle happen to finish the assignment without any effort, just being lazy and lay in bed, be a couch potato person, if I’m not do any great changes towards my life, trust me, it is just a dream to achieve this cum laude title.” Said Rosie.

In the late of July, it is a summer holiday in Aachen. The holiday is for 2 months same as in Indonesia. She intend to come back home because she has been missing her family, relatives, and all of her memories which she has spent in Jakarta with her friends. Specifically, she has been missing her mother so much. She has been missing her mother’s cook but all of it is soon to be a reality.

Rosie has just landed in Soekarno-Hatta international airport. Her parents welcoming her happily. Her mother looks very happy and grin.

“Oh look at my baby girl, she is here now. Welcome back my sweet heart.” Said her mother in a husky voice. She is come closer towards her daughter, she is touched and begin to cry alongside hugging her only daughter.

“Assalamualaikum, mom. Long time no see you. I’ve been missing you very much.” Replied Rosie in a happy voice. She kiss her mother and hugs her mother tightly. As if she has been away from her mother for 10 years long.

“I’m very proud of you dear, certainly, you’re a brilliantly smart woman. Congratulation on your graduation. By the way, let’s go home I have already cooked your favorite food. Yup, sour soup. I have made it special for you, my baby girl.” Said her mother.

“Woah, I’d love it mom. Thank you very much. You are the best mother I have ever had.” Said Rosie. She begin to hugs her mother again.

It has already a month since she come back to Jakarta from Berlin. In her mind, she always think that after graduated, actually she doesn’t want in a rush to applied for the postgraduate degree. She prefers to enjoy her life with writing about her story of her life when she was in Germany. She thinks better if she can writing a lot of interesting thing and collecting a book. Basically, she has been interesting in writing since she was in Senior High School. One day, while she is browsing something in the internet, there is a writing competition that so interesting and quiet big in reward, but the requirement is only held in Kaliurang, Yogyakarta. It can be detect that the location is secluded from any urban bustle. Certainly the location is in the corners of Java that there is lack of any glamorous side of the city. She compare the location which the writing competition held with Jakarta. Actually, she loves anything that challenging her self, no matter what is the risk and what something bad that will be happened in the future.

“Oh god, why the writing competition must be held in the isolated place. I can’t hardly believe it, it is clearly written that the reward for the winner is quiet big. But it is not comparable with the place where the competition is held.” She is mumbling while read the complete information about the writing competition. In her mind, she ask herself, could she survive for a night sleeping in the isolated place. Actually she is a kind of person that can’t s tand to live in an isolated place.

Before she goes to the destination, her mind is completely distracted by her bad assumption. She worried about the food which will be served; she worried she can’t sleep well because there will be plenty of mosquito that ruin her quality of sleep; thus she worried about the ignorant people. Indeed, she can’t stand to the ignorant people that lack of of knowledge moreover attitude. It is the day of the competition. Rosie has arrived and she is welcomed nicely with the promoter who is the villagers. She is the rich person of the village but still humble and good in manners.

“Welcome Rosie, let’s have a seat. How is your trip to reach this isolated place? I hope you don’t throw up during the journey because of the street that damaged and rocky.” Said the promoter of the even with grin in her mouth. As look at this situation, Rosie begin to collapse as stupid as she find herself have a bloodstained while she get an accident in Germany. Seeing the promotor who is not an ignorant person as she thinks before. All of her assumption before she goes to the destination is false. She does the istighfar because of her bad assumption and certainly wrong guess. Now she has recently learned and she has directly get the moral value the way she is speaing face-to-face with the promoter. She has made her own conclusion that she don’t have to be worried about living far from the glamorous city and she find herself that indeed, she must think more crtitical before convey argument or before do the action.

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Final Writing: Letters from Another Universe (Fiction)

Nadira Noviandita/180410150074

Dear myself in another universe,

In the morning of Valentine’s Day, I received a letter. It was not a love letter from a secret admirer. It was a letter from myself in another universe who lives one year faster in the future. More precisely, a warning.

Here we go.

Part One

February 14, 2014

9:45 AM

I want to tell you a story. Don’t worry, it is short because I know you don’t like boring long stories and that is why you only read short stories. Am I right?

So, I write you a mini journal.

Let’s start here. I had this friend. We. We had this friend. She was my one and only best friend. Her name is Juni Alnilam. I remember the first time she talked to me. It was the first day of school. She was sitting in the back seat in corner of the class. I sit next to her. There is a unique tradition in our school. On the first week since school started we have to wear a name tag with our nickname written on it. After seeing mine, she said we have something in common.

“So your name is Bintang? Is it more like a boy’s name?”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t really like it.”

“My full name is Juni Alnilam. Alnilam is the name of one of the bright stars in the Belt of Orion. I don’t really like it too. So, I think we are the same. Want to be friends with me?”

I laughed. She sounded like a 6-year-old girl trying to make friends. “Yeah. Why not?”

“I’m gonna call you Karina instead.”

“Sounds good.”

One year passed and we become closer as best friends. Nothing can separate us. Until that boy came into our lives.

Part Two

February 14, 2014

6:30 AM

The school hallway was still quiet. That is why I like to go to school earlier than the others. The air outside was still cool because there are less people who breathe the same air as me in the morning. As usual, I went to the end of the hallway. To my locker. I liked it how my locker is located here. It makes me easily find which one is mine because all of the lockers look the same. When I opened it, I found a letter. I was surprised. It is rare for me to get a letter on Valentine’s Day. I cannot guess who the sender is. I could not tell if all this time I had a secret admirer because it sounds impossible for a girl like me who prefers reading books in local library rather than going to a mall with some friends.

I threw away those secretly-hoping-thoughts and started to read the letter. It was covered in blue envelope with “2014” written on the corner of its front side. I was surprised for the second time. The letter was from a girl. From me.

To Myself in February 14, 2014

If you’re reading this, then my mission is accomplished. Now it is your turn.

I am you from the future. Well, not exactly from the future. It is just the universe I came from has the same space but different time than the universe you are in. Because you live in the past, I’m going to tell you something really important. Actually, we are the same person. We can live the same fate if you want. But I don’t. Because I’ve lived it and if you know what happened, you will think the same thing.

You must be thinking how weird it is, reading a letter from yourself from another universe. Me too.

There will come a time when everything should be changed. But it still depends on you. Please choose wisely if you don’t want something bad to happen.

Meet me again here at 16:00.

Bintang Karina

I didn’t remember sending myself a letter for fun? It was only 6:30 in the morning! This is not a dream. This is not a dream. I kept repeating it in my head. Probably it was only some people doing some pranks on me.

Part Three

February 14, 2014

3:50 PM

“So, I was reading this book called ‘An Infinite Number of Cosmic Love Stories’ and I thought I could share my thoughts after reading this book with you.”

“Where did you find those weird books?” said Juni.

“My dad’s library. He has many books like this. I like it.”

“So what is it about?” Said her with a tone that indicated that she was interested.

“The book is actually a compilation of short stories. Again. It contains a bunch of different love stories with the same characters. A boy and a girl with the same names but different fates. Isn’t that cool?”

“I bet it is the multiverse thing.”

“Yes, it is! And I bet it is real.” I said. It suddenly reminded me of the odd letter I received this morning.

“Nah, there are no such thing. It’s just a work of fiction,” said Juni.

“The universe was born finite, they said. But did you know that actually there are an infinite number of finite universes? So there are infinite numbers of us living different fates and choices.”

“And here I am. Living in the wrong universe.”

“He’ll look at you someday,” I said, trying to make her feel better. But it seems like it didn’t work.

“Or…,” I guessed we were thinking the same thing.

“The love is requited in another universe!”


By this conversation, you can tell that Juni likes a boy but he has not noticed her. Not in the universe I came from. This boy’s name is Filan. The good-looking, smart, multitasking basketball captain. But sadly, they don’t know each other. They never talked. She told me that it was her first love and it was the kind of love at first sight. She never tells him her feelings. Not like in Japan, confessing your love to a boy is like a forbidden thing to do by girls in our country. So she never do that.

What about me? Do I have a crush? You will find out right away.

Part Four

February 14, 2014

4:00 PM

I could not seem to find my doppelganger so I opened my locker again and bingo. I was not surprised this time. I still thought this was a prank. Still in the same kind of envelope with the same color, I opened the letter and read it.

To Myself in February 14, 2014

I’m sorry I can’t meet you in this universe. Because we are the same person, we could disappear if we meet in the same space and time. I know this is not convincing so you think that this is a prank.

It’s definitely not.

To sound more convincing, I’m going to tell you something that will blow your mind.

Still remember Dimas? The troubled student who always skip class and get in trouble. He is back from detention. Starting tomorrow he’ll be in your class and sit next to you. You and Juni will become friends with him because there are no other students who wants to be friend with him because he’s dangerous. This boy will change your life. In the universe where I came from, this happened and you have to change it.

Meet me again tomorrow morning at 6. I will tell you how it should works.

Bintang Karina

Part Five

February 14, 2014

6:00 AM

This is insane. That was what I thought after finding myself following what the letters told me to do.

To Myself in February 14, 2014

You know you and Juni will be friends with him. Be friends someone is a good thing right? But this one is not. I won’t tell you what is going to happen because I know you won’t believe it. I’m just going to tell you the only right thing to do.

Leave Juni before Dimas come and only be friends with him.

I know this doesn’t sound right but it’s the only thing you can do to prevent that accident. Because in another universe, you deserve him.

I didn’t need to read the rest of the letter. This was not right and that was not me. Why should I leave my best friend for a troubled guy like him? Because I’m the type of girl who get curious easily, I read the rest of the letter with a little bit of shame and anger. She told me- I told myself to do things I don’t want to do. So I just let everything goes on its own without changing everything.

Part Six

April 19, 2014

Time goes by and the things that is said in the letter like when Juni and I became friends with him was really happened. I still think it was a coincidence. Until the first thing that I can’t believe will happen, really happened. No matter how much I resisted.

You will fall for Dimas.

He is the type of guy who is not too open to people. It made me want to know more about him. Until I found out what was happening to him. What made him become like this. Skipping class, smoking, doing all the things that make him end up in detention. He did that on purpose. Many people who see him from the outside think that he is troubled by the way he looks and behaves. He is actually a kind and caring person. He is funny sometimes.

Even though he often skip class, he is surprisingly smart. That’s why he survived. He skip class to study. Alone. Anywhere. No teacher, with only textbooks and free internet. He doesn’t like to be in his house with those people. I bet at this moment, you already knew because he has told you.

He is the loneliest person I know even though he doesn’t show it. It made me want to be with him. To chase away his loneliness. Or just at least accompany him in his solitude.

Part Seven

May 20, 2014

6:00 AM

To Myself in May 20, 2014

Haven’t seen you in a while.

This is the last letter I sent to you. Today is the day you will feel heartbreak for the first time.

Today, after all this time, you will find out that Dimas falls for Juni. You know exactly that Juni likes Filan. And so does he. Find out a way to separate them.

One of the reasons why he still come home is his mother. Today, when the air is still cold, she’ll pass away.

Today, when the setting sun is on its way home, you will meet him by the bridge near school. Call his name before it’s too late.

The letter was right. I called his name just before he jumped off the bridge.

Part Eight

July 22, 2014

Do you want to know how I separated them?

I made Juni join the cheerleader team so she can talk to the basketball team. It’s not surprising that she successfully got in and win Filan’s heart after two weeks of practice because puberty hit her like a miracle.

And what about Dimas?

After joining the cheerleader team, Juni has spent more time with her teammates but still keeping touch with us. And that made me and Dimas spent more time together. He seems happier now and you can see it in his eyes.

To Myself in July 22, 2014

I hope you have a wonderful day.

One year ahead of you,

Bintang Karina

Word count: 1935 words

Final Writing: Cloudy Converse and Blue Box (Fiction)

Jihaan Jullanaar Mazaya/180410150039

Hello, I’m Dev. I’m just an ordinary girl who was living in unordinary life. I said unordinary because living in dormitory is not common for some people out there. I was studying in an Islamic senior high boarding school, or have you ever heard about pesantren? The senior high school’s method I was studying at is almost as same as pesantren –in modern way of course. I learnt a lot about Islamic religion, so girls and boys lived separated by a big long tunnel in this school. Girls and boys had their different own facilities, such as school building, kitchen, canteen, hall, field, and dormitory of course. So the girls never met the boys, except in a big event called Education Festival once a year.

Living separated from the boys made my life ruined fine. I mean it did not matter for me to not recognize any boys in school even though some friends took it to be a problem. In the boarding school, we were not allowed to recognize each other, I did not think I was really understand the meaning of “recognize” itself in this rule, but if you were getting caught while meeting your boyfriend or just boyfriends by someone whom had a certain importance for attending to the rules (such as a head master, teachers, dormitory guards, security guards, your friends even your friends parents), you would be got the punishment. I know this rule’s scary enough for some teenagers like me, but I was an obedient student typical who did not like to break the rules, so I followed that “game” well. Moreover loving someone in my age (I was 16 by the way) was not a need for me at that time. I thought senior high school was the best session to make many memories with some freaky friends which I would remember for the rest of my life. So who did need a boyfriend anyway?

Some friends had different perception about recognizing boyfriends across the tunnel there. They thought knowing some boyfriends was such a fun thing (?), even I didn’t know where the fun part was. They used social media to know some boyfriends because it was the only way, except the boys were your brothers or cousins or neighbours or any other possibilities. Facebook and twitter wetre the most favourite places to catch some new “friends”, so then my friends used it in maximal way to meet the boyfriends. How about me? Yeah as a teenager at that time of course facebook and twitter were my entertainment things too, but I used them just to catch up with some old friends or sometimes with family. In this boarding school we were not allowed to bring cell phone, so I could greet my family by facebook chat because we were allowed to bring laptop and use school’s wifi.

When holiday came I usually used cell phone excessively because in dormitory we were not allowed to use it, so my mum would call me “autism person” because I could be too addict to my cell phone. Believe me this case is classic to be happened if you were a boarding school student. Well that day the autism-me’ was coming, which means holiday was in my hand. My parents and sisters picked me up at dormitory then asked me to have lunch in Margonda City Mall. I think we choose Margonda just because it isn’t too far from our house.

Since I had lived in boarding school, every time my parents picked me before I returned home, they always asked me to have lunch and dinner in any restaurants I like. They usually called this by “a nutritional repair ritual for Dev”. Yeah, I know it sounds so bad but I want to confess that this one is really true. In dormitory, I couldn’t choose what food I wanted to eat. Whatever the kitchen attendants provided, it was our food. Living in boarding school made me a more grateful person by eating whatever was provided. In dormitory, we rarely ate anything made from chicken moreover seafood. What we usually ate was just simply tofu, tempeh, or some vegetables. That’s why my parents always held “a nutritional repair ritual for Dev” every time I came home from the dorm.

After held “a nutritional repair ritual for Dev”, my mum chose to go to supermarket with my youngest sister, Ama. My dad and Ica (the oldest after me) chose to go to the bookstore. I usually accompanied my mum to the supermarket, but that day I really wanted to go to movie and no one wanted to accompany me. It’s ok I would go to the cinema by myself. Furthermore I had so long no me-time for myself, I thought that day would be a good choice to have a quality me-time.

At the cinema, I did not expect to meet Sal my roommate accidentally. So then we chose to watch the movie together. In the cinema, I got the seat beside a boy whom came there with his two friends. The three of them never stopped to look at me and Sal. I did not know what’s happened to them. I asked sal, “is there something wrong with me?”

“I don’t think so, what’s up, Dev?”

“Three boys on my left, they several times tried to observe me. They are annoying”

Sal became curious to them. She thought there was no wrong of us. So what made them wanted to observe us so bad. When Sal tried to look at them,

“Oh my Lord, Dev you must be know them, are you?”

“Who are they?”

“Dev, are you kidding me or something? The boy on your right is Zun!“

“Zun? Who is he?”

“He is on the 1st rank in class. He’s got an appreciation on Education Festival 2013”

I have no idea who Zun is at that day. Even I did not know whether it would be the very first unpredicted memorable meeting ever in my life.


Three days had left. At that day I had no plan to go outside, watching Barca on TV would be the only one agenda I wanted to do. By the way watching Barca, my favourite football team, on TV is my hobby. When I am watching it, I will ignore anything happened around me including my BBM ringtone. When the match had over –and I got Barca won the game, I took my blackberry then I found a friend request from the contact named “Zun”. Wait, the name sounds familiar. Zun… oh my God, he was the boy whom was set on my right when I was at the cinema three days ago. I directly sent a chat to Sal,

“Zun added me as friend at BBM”

“Cool. Go accept him, Dev”

“But I don’t know who he is”

“So let yourself know. Greet him, maybe?”

No, I did not greet him. But I accepted his friend request. I did not expect that he would greet me directly just a second after I had approved his friend request.

“Hi, the girl whom sit on my left at the movie, were you?”

Again, I did not expect that his greeting would make my holiday at that time more colourful. It turned out to be a pleasant conversation.

Again, I did not expect that chatting with the boy across that big long tunnel would be an interesting activity for me.


The holiday had ended, but the conversation between me and Zun was not over yet. This third term, I became had the same perception as the other friends had; knowing some boyfriends –for me a boyfriend was such a fun thing. I turned on my laptop was not only for streaming Barca or replying facebook chat from my family, but also for replying Zun’s direct message on twitter. Yeah we chose to communicate by using direct message because we did not want if anyone knew we were that close, besides the boarding school’s rule that we might not recognize each other.

Having a long nice comfortable conversation with Zun was a need for me. We talked a lot about anything, our favourite football team –Barca, our hobbies, families, friends, ambitions, future. Zun was taking a social class while I was taking science class. He liked to read some books, either entertaining books such a novel or history and biography books while I was super not interested in to read any books at all. Zun liked to write his perception about any things. He looked so clever while flooring what he got after did an observation of an event at those days, or criticizing about a book he just read. Zun was a calm person while I was a careless girl who was always hasty in making a decision. He was a good listener and great advisor in every time I needed someone to hear my disappointing of some blue days. He was cool yet warm guy at the same time. We had so many differences, but somehow I felt he filled me. He filled my deficiency by his excess so I felt completed by him. We had shared a lot, about our life through ups and downs. He became a special person for me. Someone who was I always wanted to share the story of my life with.


Holiday of the fifth term was coming. As usual my parents and sisters picked me. I couldn’t wait to have my cell phone. I couldn’t wait to be the autism-me. I couldn’t wait to be greeted by Zun. This holiday became more interesting for me because Zun was going to be 17 and I would send him a birthday present. After had lunch together, I visited Converse store at one of a big mall in Jakarta. I was looking for shoes that suitable for Zun. Then I found a cloudy blue high converse. Looking at the shady blue clouds on that pair of shoes was reminding me of him. The calm blue clouds depicted Zun’s character. Then I bought it, I sent it to his house.

A day left.

Two days had left.

Three days.

A week had passed.

Two weeks more had left.

The holiday was over but Zun did not greet me at all. Zun never greeted me anymore. Even after the graduation, Zun still lost by the time.


A year had passed. I am now a student in one of a fame university in country. I have just celebrated my 18thbirthday with some friends last night. This 18th birthday’s very special for me because all of my close friends came although we live in different town even different country. I am blessed. The only one close friend whom did not come is Zun. I still call him my close friend although we never greeted each other anymore after that day. Yeah, I knew if we still communicate like we used to of course Zun won’t come too, because he is studying in Birmingham right now.

“Dev, you’ve got a package!”

The dorm servant’s voice startles my thoughts.

“Does it from JNE? Please take it on the desk, thank you”

“No, it’s not from JNE courier. A tall man just delivered it”

A tall man? My curiosity asks myself to stand up then open the door. I open the package. It is a blue box. There are some CDs of my favourite singers and band, some novels, a notebook, and also a letter. Why novel and notebook? I never interested in to read books moreover to write. I have no idea who sent me this package.

“Who’s that? Didn’t you ask his name?”

“He’s very rushed. The only one I remember is he is wearing a pair of cloudy converse, I forgot the colour either green or blue.”

Word count: 1974