The Another

After got stuck for a few months, finally! yeah finally I could finish my story yesterday. Maybe it`s not what I promised before, but this story is the key for the upcoming stories. Yeah! So here it is, the Another.

The another

                My drug to discovery makes my body wants to journey more. So that is why I am in Indonesia now. It`s a beutiful place, you won`t find it in another country. I am in the 23rd Merauke`s discovery now and today I`ll find a very rare bird called Cendrawasih. It`s very woody here, I can`t see any river or road around here because it`s a forest actually. My group and I are the fortress team, we do the wandering first and we are planned to head south where it is the way for Cendrawasih to spend its time for gathering food. I smell something that seems very familiar, it kinda like a rose butmore fragrant than it.

“Hey fella, I smelt something fragrance!”

“What is it nicole?”

“I don`t know, we need to find it”

I walk to the where smell comes from.

I see something on the ground!

“What is that?”

“What is it nicole?”

“It`s a rose!”

“Seriously?? Wow, you are right! A Rose must be red I think. “

“It must be the another one! And hey, what is it?”

“It`s a book! Let`s see.”

November 2nd, 1987.

                It`s the big day! In my first Merauke`s discovery, I wish we will find something interesting in Merauke.

“Hey Guyss!! It`s from the previous participant!”

“Let me see it!”

“No, I found it first, So I`ll read it first!”

November 5th, 1987.

                I was obligated by my chairman to head south to find the lost ancient relic. He is an annoying guy, I ain`t his slave! I know what I am doing.

November 6th, 1987.

                My group and I departed from the hotel. Now I am in the mini Jeep! It`s quite shaky here, the road seems so poor.

November 7th, 1987.

                Today is the best day in my life. The view is so stunning! Now, I am in the tent to rest my body from being passed out.

November 9th, 1987.

                I am writing this not for my enjoyment like the previous one, I am now in the body of a thing. I can`t explain it. If you find this book, you must be aware! This thing is so big, bigger than an airforce one but not as big as cthulhu. Please, if you find an orange rose or a sweet fragrance, stay away from them! It`s him! It`s the Thing! It swallowed me with my group from the ground, I thought it was an earthquake but it was a movement of its mouth that went off after we were on its tongue. Please! Be aware! If you don`t know the creature, let me describe it, It has a black skin, as black as an ebony. It shaped like a totem, but he is living! It has a tongue that shaped like a rose but the colour is orange,it could spawn a sweet fragrance that can be smelt from the distance. Please! Don`t you ever try to find where the scent is come from. I am begging you. It`s maybe my last words, please spread this words to the world. World creatures are not just humans, animals, and plants!

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LIGHT

LIGHT by Muhammad Rafely


Dear light, who glow my aim
And this sealed heart.
I have a fright in my game
That binds in a dizzy part.

Dear light, who blow my sight
And this brittle little particle.
I have no reason to fight
Or sing an oracle canticle.

Dear light, who bow my mind
And this deviated core.
I have a set of eye that blind
Any faithful lore.

Dear light, who decide my step
And this lost soul.
I have a lonely feel that tap
And rap at my silly bowl.

Dear light, who control my emotion
And this doubtful entity.
I have a call called abolition
to abolish my sanity.

Dear light, who saw my future
And this endless pain.
I have a hope that abjure
This joyful plain.

Will I die? ---I hate life..
No one can understand my stand
Will I end my life?
It must be happened soon in my own hand.

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A Reaper`s Bane by Aniki

                                                              A Reaper’s Bane


     I walked through one of the filthy busy towns crowded with merchants in one evening as they were closing the shops. It was not easy for a murderer to walk into a town without revealing all the hidden arms and the assassin mark I had on my person, as the king had compensated for a mission to assassinate his own second heiress. I vowed for this to be my last one.
I stopped in front of the great castle gate with statues of the fat king standing as its columns. Having observed it for a moment I immediately turned away. I decided to bring myself to rest in a nearby tavern, and devised an approach for when aught should go amiss.
    Immediately upon the closing curtain of the day, I had already snuck into the castle. I stopped upon the servants’ quarters to gain myself knowledge of the royalties’ chambers. Long I hid above the ceiling until I acquired it.
    When I found the chamber, one of the servants was there. She was standing before the fancy door with carvings of flowers and doves consisted of precious metal from one end to another. I hid myself as she knocked on the heavenly door and inquired to the damsel within of what should she require afore going to sleep. A voice emerged from within the chamber; a voice so alluring—so pleasant—as of a singing of a lamenting nymph stating that she required naught for the night and that she wished to be left to herself. The servant complied to the demand, then requested to be permitted to her quarter for the night. She then immediately proceeded away.
    Silently I opened the door of the dingy chamber; a chamber which I didn’t expect to be heavy with the feeling of melancholy as depicted by the heavenly door. Hiding myself into the dark corner as soon as I turned up inside.
In the darkness I froze myself—searching for the damsel whose life I must end tonight. Though it was the bewitching night, her bed was looking perfectly neat and cold as if it had never been occupied. Then I scanned the whole room and there she was—standing alone before the window under the graceful luminescence; looking far away into the distance as if longing for it. With her delicate figure under the white silken robe that covered her pallid skin.
    I stood still in the dark corner; stared with intensity at this lonely figure and felt myself hesitating to end her life. I shook myself of all doubts, then reminded myself that this was the very last mission that I would carry out.
I leapt out of the shadow, then I turned my target and restrained her. I covered her mouth with my left and pointed my blade with my right. I pushed my elbow upon her bosom and her back against the wall; beholding her alluring eyes—lifeless with the luminescence reflected in them and dried tear marks around her pallid cheeks.
Not a struggle she made, not a muffled sound came from beneath my hand. This was the first time I hesitated to kill my target. I immediately released her and fled the chamber.
For several days I infiltrated the castle over and over again, yet not a single ruckus of an intruder was made. In her chamber, I hid every night assuring myself to kill her. Every night—I failed.
    On the seventh night, knowing that I was hiding there—she suddenly spoke of her sorrow and the situation that had befallen her. It was revealed that my target was a mere daughter of one of the king’s concubine, and her father had planned an alliance marriage to slander his rival. She assured me that she would not hold any grudge upon her bringer of death. I stepped out of the shadow—walked towards the damsel with my blade pointed.
    Then, a knock came from the door. It was the same servant that I saw nights ago. She asked the same question as she did the night I found this chamber, and the same reply was uttered by the sorrowful damsel.
    I looked at her with the curiosity that never in my life I had encountered before. She waited for my blade to be drawn upon her. Instead, I threw my blade aside—held her delicate yet fragile figure and embraced it within my arms. I pressed her cold lips upon mine. Then a smile conjured up; a smile that for the last seven days I had never seen on her.
    I decided then that I would get her out of this confining castle and away from this god forsaken kingdom. I carried her outside the window and snuck out of the castle. We safely went pass the town gate and out into the open. She talked about what her life would be from then on and how happy she was that I decided to take her away. Her smile never faded, and her cheeks turning rosy as she did.
As I held her warm hand while we were walking on a meadow, it felt like holding the sun within my hand. But then I heard a sound; a sound that I was familiar with—the sound of an arrow sliding into human flesh. I turned to my former target and saw an arrow sticking from her bosom. In the distance was a man holding a bow standing under a tree. He bore the same mark matching mine, and in the blink of an eye he silently went into the shadow.
    And as I came to my consciousness from the rage that had consumed me. I looked upon the figure lying in my arms—turning cold; sorrowful tears rolling down her now-pallid cheeks, hair swaying gently along the wind. She reached out her fragile hand, touching my cheek with her silky palm—caressing it. As I witness her last breath, I vow revenge.

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Tasteless Cake by Entang Wahyana

                                                                THE TASTELESS CAKE

Salve, Uncle James. Come sta?

If you have read this letter, it means that I succeeded to enter the Titanic and my friend have seen us entering the Titanic.

It’s been a long time since the last time we met and since the last time I tasted your cakes. My God! I miss your chocolate cakes, Uncle. I was so happy when I heard that you and your wife were saved from that accident. My father told me.

Then, it’s about your son, Jacob. He was saved too. I met him five years ago at Milan after my father passed away. I was so happy when I met him. I think he didn’t know that you were saved because he said that he is an orphan. But, he’s fine. He has become a good artist.

I know you miss him, even though maybe he doesn’t. So, I made a plan to get titanic tickets no matter what and make a surprise for Jack and show you his drawing.

Arrivederla!

Fabrizio De Rossi

Several months had passed since I got this letter from Southampton. It reminds me when the first time I read it.

Under the ceiling of my room, in the end of April, I read the letter loud in my mind. I felt like each word that was written here took me into the Garden of Eden, and my arms became so numb after I read it. A tear rolled down through my wrinkled cheek. As fast as I could, I dragged my feet into the stairway that connected my room to my kitchen. There I saw her; my sweetheart Margareth. A shy woman who was the perfect woman I’ve ever gotten. Tightly, I hugged her, made the mixtures of cake spilled onto her apron.

In confusion, she turned and asked me what happened. Her voice flowed softly through my ears. When I told her about Jacob, I could see her eyes drowned in tears. She read the letter that I gave to her. Shocked, she closed her mouth with her hand. Then, the tears that filled her eyes spilled, but a smile soon followed; the smile that I’ve never seen since I put a wedding ring on her finger. Unfortunately, God took away our happiness.

Clearly, I could hear a couple of customer said that the Great Titanic had sunk. We were shocked. Then, I looked into my wife. Her body was trembling in shock.

“It’s okay. I’m sure he was safe,” I tried to hug her body to calm her, but it was in vain. She ignored me, walked into our bedroom, and locked the door. No matter how many times I knocked and asked her to open it, she still ignored me. I couldn’t believe that the Titanic had sunk, and I still believed that my Jacob was alive. So, I ran to the harbor just to find that Jacob’s name was on the list of the deceased. Thanks, God! Thanks for every pain that you’ve given me.

Day by day, week by week, I tried to come with terms regarding Jacob’s passing and forget everything about him. After two months, I could forget him and drift my life normally, but Margareth was not. I felt something different in her behavior. When I asked her, she only give me a short answer. When we were eating, she never finished her meal. Then, her smile disappeared. I’ve never seen her smile anymore.

“Emily, do you have a lily?” I asked the florist in the flower store near my bakery.

“I think I have. How much do you need, George?” she asked me while she was collecting the lily.

“Seven. No! Nine.”

“This flower again, huh? Here,” she gave me a bouquet.

“How much-“

Emily shook her head, and just said ‘Free’. What a kind person. I thanked her and went back to my bakery and I gave it to Margareth.

But expectation was never always the same as reality. When I gave her the bouquet, she only took it, and put it on the table. It has been the seventh time I gave her something. She never rejected anything that I gave, but she never looked happy with it. She didn’t even give me a smile. But I wouldn’t give up! I should give her something different.

End of July was the best day in this summer, I thought. So, that night I decided to bring my wife to the savanna in the next town. As usual, she only said “yes” when I asked her. I’ve asked my employee to manage the bakery while I was gone. In the afternoon, we went into the train station. I could feel my hand trembling in happiness when I thought about the surprise that I had planned.

Summer wind blew through my hair after we arrived at the savanna. I closed her eyes with a piece of cloth, held her hands, and lead her to the table. I put all the stuff from my bag into the table. After I felt it was finished, I took the cloth away from her eyes, and showed her my surprise.

The candle, the full moon, and the best cake I’ve ever made. This was the most romantic dinner in my life since the time I proposed to her. Anxiously, I waited for her reaction. Then, I saw her face, and it happened again; she didn’t give me any reaction. God! I was tired. I sat on the chair, stared at the candle, and my mind became wild.

“Why don’t you understand, George? All I want is my Jacob, George! Nothing more!” Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, and stared into my eyes. When I looked into her eyes, I could see. I could see the answer and what I should do. So, I took my book and wrote this story.

“Are you ready, George?” she asked me with a knife on her hands.

“Yes, sweet heart. I’m ready,” as the wind blow, we cut our blood vessel.

-THE END-

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Poem : Hesitation

HESITATION
 

In the dark room when night

No voices or noises that fight,

Fight between two expressions that might

Blow my emotions so tight

                And defeat my kindness;

Each expression said I am your good side

In bore I said “You all are not my good side ---

Yet you just guide me to either side

                And kill my own happiness”;

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