Flash Fiction : Forbidden

Name: Vidianty Putri Aslama
NPM: 180410150031

Senior High School was a beautiful time, where at that time I began to feel falling in love, have a friend who is always there for me and have an idol that can inspire me. She’s my senior, hername is Afifah. Afifah is a beautiful, smart, cheerful, Chairman of Rohis (Moslem Community) and accomplished girl who has always been the pride of her school. Everyone who knew her was amazed at her. A lot of people were impressed with her were from peers to her juniors. Her father is one of the theologian in school environment which is admired has increasingly made her known to many people. She always looks happy every day like she doesn’t have problems in her life. Until one day she became more silent than usual, her face looked grim and lackluster. Day after dayshe’s not going to school and no one knows the reason why she’s no longer attending in school. Herfriends and teachers try to come to her house to find out why she’s no longer in school. However, no one managed to meet herbecause her parents close the house so that no one can go to see her. The next day the principal, me and some friends from Rohis tried to visit her home and this time we were given the opportunity by her parents to see her. "But I love her mom" she shouted until it sounded out "but she is not good for you and what you do is forbidden by god" hermother answered in soft voice. “I don’t want to own you as my daughter again if you’re not listening to my words” Afifah’s father shouted and there was a commotion from the house."But she’s a good woman,we love each other. She can accept me for who I am, never mind if you doesn’t approve of our relationship it is better if I die". “Braakkk!” came the sound of slamming door, Afifah lock herself in the room. We watched from the doorway and overheard the conversation. When she saw us coming she ran straight into her room. We went straight to her parents andthey’re told to us if they dissagreed with her. Suddenly a voice shouted from inside the room "whydid you here? Go away ". Instantly her parents drove us out of her house andimmediately re-enter herhouse. When we want to go home, we heard again shouting from inside the house "why did you let them in? You want to embarrassed me?". After hearing the shouting, the headmaster immediately invited us back to our home. The next day when I went to school I passed Afifah’s house, in front of her house had many people. I also saw some students at school already crowded, "assalamualaikum wr.wb innalillahi wainnailaihi raji’un has passed away Afifah Putri binti Kusmoro early morning at 03:00 am". I went straight into herhouse and found Afifah’s body hanging above the door of her room with the condition of her neck tied with a rope, her eyesbulging and her tongue stick out. Her parents looked so hysterical that even hermother fainted and the people who saw her could only be silent and felt disbelief she died in that way.

Flash Fiction: A Broken Trust

Ecky Nurfitriyani


Aisha was a person who had the highest trust on people. She would always give the people in need, no doubt and questions asked, even though her friends told her she shouldn’t trust people that easy. Like that one time she gave an old man who turned out to be a fraud a lot of money because he said he ran out of money. But she never lost hope on people, because she believed that if you’re kind to people, people will be kind to you, too. Or at least that’s what she thought, until she met Rangga on the first month of sophomore year of college.

Another fact about Aisha is even though she trusted people easily, she had trouble with getting too close with anyone. But that wasn’t the case with Rangga. He seemed to know his way with Aisha. Within the first week of knowing each other they already went out on a movie date in which he treated her oh-so-special.

When Aisha asked her friend about Rangga, who also happened to be his close friend, he responded, “Isn’t he dating that girl from med school?”

“He was,” Aisha replied, “they’ve broken up. He didn’t tell anyone.”

“Well, good luck with him. He has a lot of baggage.”

Even after being warned about Rangga, the only thing scared her the most was how much she got this close with anyone, a guy in this matter, in a short amount of time.

Another thing about Rangga was that for some gratitude reason, he’s still ‘trapped’ with his ex-girlfriend and couldn’t let her go just yet. There’s still a possibility of them getting back together and that also scared Aisha, because he couldn’t promise her that they would be together eventually. But he said he really liked Aisha, and only Aisha, so he’s working on it.

She should’ve let him go right there. But he shared his hope, trouble, and even his insecurity with her; the things that Aisha would only share to the very few closest people in her life. That made Aisha felt like she was special and important in Rangga’s eyes. So she held onto his words, hoping that she wouldn’t waste her time and feelings on a lost cause.

And for sure, her nightmare came true. Not long after their date, Rangga got back with his ex-girlfriend. When being confronted about this, all he got in his defense was how Aisha didn’t understand the situation—that he’s still in his ex’s ‘debt’. The fact that Rangga would do this and turned this around on her disappointed her because she thought if he was sincere and had at least one decent bone in his body, he wouldn’t do it, even if the opportunity slapped him hard in the face.

So she got away from him; she cut him off, she ignored him whenever their paths crossed. Somehow she could still handle it. But after she discovered from his close friend that Rangga was never broke up, she finally broke down, up to the point where she couldn’t function. She felt really stupid.

It opened her eyes to the possibility that even the person she would trust the most could still betray her. She learned it the hard way. After that, she never trusted anyone ever again.

Ilustration credit to Rifqi Ananda Thufail

Flash Fiction: A Quarter After Six

Gessy Garnia Utami Permana180410160064

Click. 04.30p.m. I stared at my cell phone screen. He hadn’t come. Fitfully, I waited under the canopy along the sidewalk that led to the campus gate. It was drizzling and the sky was getting darker. I was still waiting here for someone. The one who always take me home since high school. We’ve been together for long. He’d always wait for me and make sure that I come home safely. It was back then when we were still in high school. Now, I think it is the other way around. I would have to wait for him. Right at this place.

Sorry, I can’t pick you up, was all he said. I stared at my cell phone screen and sighed. It was already six. How could he do that? I wouldn’t catch up the bus and I was too scared to take other public transportation this late since my home is twenty kilometers away. I looked up and watched as the rain heavily hit the ground. I decided to wait for the rain to stop. People were passing by, here and there, ignoring my presence. It’s fine then, I thought. I’d find a way how to go home alone.

Click. It was 6:15p.m.. The rain showed no sign of stopping and it was already dark. Cars and motorcycles passed by with their lights on. It was cold. As I got lonelier, so did the street. Suddenly, a flash of light surprised me. It was from a car—It was his car. I smiled, and then took a step forward expecting the car would slow down and stop. But the car didn’t even slowing down. As the car passed, I saw a girl sat on the passenger side with long black hair laughing for something he said from inside the blurry windshield. My smile went away as they left.

The next day, I waited again. He didn’t come again yet didn’t say anything. My texts remained unread until now. Click. It was 6:15 in the fine afternoon. I was walking toward the gate when I realized that I have no money left on. Going back, I went to the ATM Centre near the gate. I went to the right end and inserted my card. Fortunately I hadn’t taken the bus or I wouldn’t know how to pay, I thought. I waited for the machine to give off my money when a girl next to me caught my attention. She wore long sleeve pajamas and her long hair was clipped up. Maybe she went from her dorm right away without changing. But, there were something familiar in her. She caught my gaze then for a second then her face showed a glance of recognition. Does she know me? I took my card after taking my money and walked out. Suddenly, I saw him. What is he doing here? I thought. He was sitting outside as if waiting for someone. He hadn’t notice that I was watching him. His curly hair was a little bit rumpled; he wore white t-shirt with a pair of long pajamas pants. Oh. Pajamas. His eyes finally found my eyes. His shocked face when he saw me brought a wave of realization why the girl I met before seemed familiar. He wasn’t waiting for me after all.

Flash Fiction: Adi’s Nightmare

Nolly Liviani180410160054

“Did you see my Adi?” I could imagine my daddy asking mommy and she would answer no, Daddy then would scan around the whole house, looking for me. But he wouldn’t find me. I was already thrown out the trash bin. Mommy did that, she said I wasn’t wanted anymore.

I could recall clearly when Daddy had gone to work, my siblings gone to school, and how my mommy sneaked into my small room. She started caressing me rather harshly, as though I was full of dirt. Mommy never spared me a glance, let alone coming into my smelly, damp, and lightless room, so I was happy when she did that. Usually, Mommy only cared for my older sisters. My sisters were very lucky. They got everything I had ever wanted, but I still loved them. At least they ignored me.
I loved my daddy the most, he cared for me, even bathed me since Mommy wouldn’t. She said the house didn’t need something like me. What was my sin? Was it because I was too obedient? I always did what Daddy and Mommy wanted me to do, while my sisters didn’t do what they were told sometimes. Or because I couldn’t speak? At the time, my sisters’ constant bickering was too loud already. Was it because I was different from my sisters? I was short and had white stripes on my body ever since I was born. My daddy thought they were pretty, but Mommy didn’t like them. She said I was too plain. Or was it because I never prayed before going into the bathroom? I didn’t know how to pray, Mommy never taught me. I was too unworthy that Mommy put me in another room, alone. I was only six years old, it was hard to understand why Mommy hated me so much.
So vivid in my memories how Mommy picked me up, how I could have screamed out of joy, and how I held my happiness because I didn’t want to scare my Mommy. But then, Mommy put me into the trash bin. Mommy put me among the other garbage, looking hard at me as if I was a mistake, scaring me, saying, “I should have thrown this trash sooner.” Mommy covered me with a plastic blanket before she left. The trash bin was smellier and damper than my room. It was terrifying. Why? What did I do wrong this time? Then, I heard Daddy came home from work, but he didn’t ask about me. Maybe he would find me here on weekend, the time we often spent together playing football. But until the yellow truck came and the men in orange threw me into it, Daddy had never found me.
I could imagine my gentle Daddy searching for me, panicking, and Mommy would pretend as though she didn’t know. In a few days, or a week, Daddy would give up, too. The siblings would not even remember I existed. Mommy would confess that she had thrown me out and Daddy would forgive her. Soon, even Daddy would forget the kid named Adidas Copa Mundial Classic. The only thing I always remembered about that night was my Mommy’s parting words; “Too bad these shoes are beyond repair.”

Flash Fiction: Green Tea Latte

Lyana Nurtari Putri180410160071

Rosella and I have been bestfriends since we were 6. Although we didn’t go to the same high school, we still hangout on the weekend. Our tradition was telling stories while sipping green tea latte at our favorite cafe. Green tea latte had a deep meaning for us. Rosella didn’t like coffee because she said she couldn’t stand its taste, meanwhile, I couldn’t drink coffee because my body couldn’t tolerate it. Before there was green tea latte, I used to order iced chocolate and Rosella used to order vanilla milkshake. One day, we saw a girl in front of us ordered a green tea latte, we got curious and decided to try it. Since then we fell in love with green tea latte. We believed that green tea latte had magic in it, because we always felt relaxed and relieved from stress after we drank green tea latte. Maybe it was also because we exchanged stories about what was stressing us, while drinking green tea latte. We even called our emergency story time through chat as “green tea o’clock”. Thus, green tea latte was sort of an icon of our friendship.

One Saturday, as usual, I waited for Rosella at our favorite cafe. After an hour of waiting, she messaged me that she couldn’t come because she went to a newly opened coffee shop with her school friend. We didn’t meet each other for a month. When we finally met at our favorite cafe, something has changed with Rosella. She didn’t order a green tea latte, but a macchiato instead. While sipping our drinks, she told me about her new close friend at her school. Her friend was also the one who made Rosella like macchiato. She also explained that she couldn’t meet me as much as she used to because she needed to hangout with her new close friend, maybe to maintain a new friendship with her. She told me to get a new close friend at my school so I wouldn’t feel alone if she couldn’t be there for me. I felt so hurt that I couldn’t even say anything. I was the kind of person who wants to maintain a long-term relationship with anyone I felt comfortable with, but I thought maybe Rosella wasn’t. I couldn’t believe she’d leave her bestfriend, who’s been with her through ups and downs for 10 years, because she found someone cooler.

I ignored her messages the day after and thought about what Rosella said. I tried to look at the bright side, to make peace within myself. Maybe she was right. Maybe I’ve mistaken Rosella’s good intention. Maybe I should also find my own new close friend at school because Rosella has her own life and the right to control it, I couldn’t demand her to be available for me 24/7. I decided to act like nothing happened and talk to her through chat normally. Now, we still hangout at our favorite cafe, although not as much as we used to. She still orders green tea latte, only when she’s having a rough week. I also become more open with my chairmate in my class. It turns out that we have a lot in common. She is now my new close friend but Rosella will always be my green tea latte.

Photo by Kat Tanita