Snowflakes on the Pine Trees (Where’s My December Gift?)At the end of the hallway, Gaia tiptoed, stretching her body upward so she could reach the information board that was hung on the wall way…Apr 26Apr 26
A PostludeThis postlude remarks the last paragraphs I’ll ever write about you.Aug 24, 2023Aug 24, 2023
Million ShadowsMonths passed. It’d been three months already since the first time I began to question…” What happened to us?”.May 14, 2023May 14, 2023
Surat Cinta untuk AyahHai, Ayah. Paragraf pertama dalam tulisan ini aku tulis ketika aku lagi makan bihun goreng dengan sepotong tempe goreng — menu makan siang…Feb 18, 2023Feb 18, 2023
Colour PaletteIt was Friday night and raining. I pressed the gas gently, not wanting to rush the wheels on the road.Feb 12, 2023Feb 12, 2023
Two Cheeseburgers and Blue Raincoats: A Brief Story of UsHere’s a basic rule in the life of an author: I write when I fall in love, and I write when I’m brokenhearted. I never write when I fall…Jan 21, 2023Jan 21, 2023
White LilyThe garden has no spring. It was dull, all dry air and dust were rummaging through the pavements which lead to nowhere. The garden…Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
When the Time Is OursI think we were supposed to meet each other in 2017 when I nearly would be a freshman to your sophomore year. But time decided to postpone…Mar 2, 2021Mar 2, 2021
