When he got sick of himself, Park went to her old house. Sometimes the truck was there. Sometimes it wasn't. Sometimes, Park stood at the end of the sidewalk and hated everything the house stood for.
Gambar dari Goodreads Sejak perkenalan pertama dengan Pulang, saya langsung kepincut. Gaya berceritanya, alur cerita, setting tokoh, serta plot hidup tokoh utama, bikin buku karya Leila S. Chudori seringkali susah dilepas. Kali ini, buku yang saya baca adalah Nadira. Buku ini bercerita tentang perjalanan hidup Nadira, anak bungsu dari keluarga Bram dan Kemala, bersama kakaknya Nina... Continue Reading →
"We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss. Our lives are just shadows of that guiding principle. Say the wind blows. It can be strong, violent wind or a gentle breeze. But eventually, every kind of wind dies out and dissapear. You should... Continue Reading →
First one month after Dad's leaving, my brother and I tried to look for any videos left which had Daddy's voice on it. Glady we found two videos which were taken when Dad travelled Malaysia. As odd as it sounds, the moment I played the video and heard Dad's vaugely voice was such a moment... Continue Reading →