Creative Writing ...we write what's in our mind, a cure for a cursed mind...

1. My life describes the silent of a grapefruit that hangs on its tree. it sways following the strong wind which shakes the tree. No complaints raise from it though the wind erodes its stem.

2. I met him. I saw his smile that quench a thirst of a little dog walking in the dessert.

3. her question resonated from the innermost depths of the ant which say "Watch Out!!" to a person who will step on it.

4. I was taken by his sweet lollipop candy words which sink me in the honey sea as a little ant jumping to a cup of tea.

5. I couldn't feel anything or may be I didn't feel it when I stood around unknown people, even they are in the same environment with me like a stone that can't follow the rhyme of the song of the sea which is sung by the sea.

A girl who named Mayang Oktalenta is very happy because now she is a senior high school student. She doesn’t use white and blue uniform anymore. Mayang finds her new world. She fells that she can be a better person than before.
When the first time she entered Global Prestasi High School, she did not have any friend. Now, she has many friends even best friend, named Arista Tikaria. She is a kind girl. She is lovable and always smiles.
They always go everywhere together. They share everything and give advice each other.

The sun spreads its warmness to the ground. It makes human beings, animals, and plants stay alive in this world. An old lady is sitting on the white bench in front of the big house and looking at the flowers which grow in the yard. Every morning she does it. She likes the shining sun in the morning.

While looking at some flowers, the lady also can see some people who walk in a narrow path in front of her gate house. Sometimes they greet the lady. She is very happy when people come to greet her. She often gives some vegetable or fruits for them whom visit her house. She doesn’t mind if people come to her house only for asking some fruit or vegetable. She plants some vegetable and fruit tree in the back garden. Many children play in the garden.

They like to eat fruit in the tree.

The sun is getting very hot. The old lady enters the house. She sits in the living room. There are some chairs and painting on the wall. The color of the room makes the atmosphere very silent. One thing that make it different, there is no picture of her family on the wall or on the cupboard. Only some statues stand next to the stairs.

“It’s time to tell a story.” Says the old lady.

She stands up and moves to the front of the big cupboard. She opens on of the drawers. Her hand goes inside the drawer taking a big book. She opens the book and reads it for a while then put it back. She closes the drawer then opens another drawer. There are many books inside it. She reads every book’s titles. She still hasn’t find the book that she want.

“I’m so sorry, dear. You have to wait. I will find the book. Just sit down.” Says the old lady.

No one answers.

She goes to the kitchen. She takes a small thin box then opens it. She uses a spoon to take some white powder from the box and pours it into the glass. She also pour some hot water. She shakes it using the spoon. She brings the glass of white liquid to the living room and put the glass on the table in front of a big sofa.

“I made a glass of milk. Be careful! It’s still hot.” Says the old lady.
After she puts the glass, she goes upstairs then enters the room. The room is very clean and tidy. The color of the room is blue and purple. There are many toys on a small cupboard, in the big yellow basket, and on the table. The pictures of cartoon movies cover the wall.

The old lady takes a teddy bear doll which sits on the bed with its friends. Then she goes back to the sofa in the living room.

“This is your lovely Teddy bear. Hey…the glass is still full. You haven’t drunk the milk yet, right? It’s bad. You know, the milk is very sweet. It’s good for your health. I will look for the story book and I want you to drink it all down. OK!” says the old lady.

She leaves the teddy bear alone and goes to another room.

“There it is!” says the old lady. “Dear…I found it!” the old lady run to the sofa and sits on it.
“I found it, Dear; this is a story from America. The story is about a boy who realy likes fishing.”

Then the old lady starts to read the story.

“No! I haven’t read the book yet. I want to wear my glasses first. I can’t read the written without it. If you want to be a good story teller, please tell something factual about me.” Says the old lady. Hey eyes is looking at the sky.

“Dear…Listen to the story.”Says the old lady to the teddy bear.
“One day in Antarctica, there was an Eskimo boy, named Pingi. He lived with his parents. He was good at fishing. His parents are very proud of him. Unfortunately, whenever he was fishing, he forgot about anything else. He always ignored his parents who asked him for help.”

The old lady stops reading for a while. She fixes her glasses.

One day, Pingi’s father got seriously ill and the family was running out of firewood. Pingi’s mother asked Pingi to get the firewood in the forest. Pingi went to the forest to get the firewood. On the way home, he saw a lot of fish in the river. He put the fire wood down and started fishing there. He got many fish. After some time, he was hungry and then she grilled the fish with the firewood. There was no firewood left. Pingi went home empty-handed. His mother was very angry. The father then died because of cold weather. Then Pingi’s mother chased him away. She cursed Pingi become an animal which really like catching fish.” The eyes of the old lady drop some tears. She opens the glasses. She closes her face with her hands. She is crying for a long time.

“I miss my son…he left me alone here. I need him. I don’t know why he didn’t understand!”
After some time, the old lady wipes off her tears with a handkerchief.

“Do you like the story, dear…?” says the old lady to the teddy bear.

“I know you also miss your father. I promise he will be back. He just lost his way. One day, he will understand and go back here. Because of that, you have to be a good son for him. He will be proud of you if he sees his son become a smart boy.” The old lady looks at the glass of milk. “Hey… you don’t drink your milk. Are you bored with the flavor? I will buy some milk in the nearest store. Which flavor do you like? Yesterday, I watched a milk advertisement. There is milk which has many flavors. There are chocolate, strawberry, orange, and grapes. Oh… I will buy all of the flavors so you can choose your favorite milk at home. Wait for me I’ll be back as fast as possible.”

She takes her purse and an umbrella. She lock the door. She walks to the store with following the narrow path.

“Could you leave me alone? Please don’t always follow me! Stay at home and take care of my grandson. It’s better than following me to the store and telling about my activity all the time. Oh…I forgot. That’s your job as someone who always speaks.”

On the way to the store, the lady meets some people who are talking under the big tree. They stop talking when they see the old lady. One of them greets the lady respectfully.
“Where are you going, Madam?” says the mean who is wearing glasses on his head..
“I’m going to the store to buy some milk for my grandson. Why do you wear the glasses on your head? It should be in front of your eyes.” Says the lady to the man. “ you look like a Looney man.” Add the old Lady.

Then she leaves them and continues walking to the store.
“I’m not crazy! In fact she is crazy now. Everybody knows that her grandson passed away one year ago.” Says the man

“Don’t say that, maybe she is lonely because of that. You know, she chased her son away because he always played gambling. He gambled away his entire worldly possessions until he became bankrupt. He left his wife and his son. The old lady then asked them to live with her. Six months after her son left. Her grandson passed away because he got poisoned after drinking milk. His mother was very shock because the milk is made by her. The old lady couldn’t accept this. She started to be crazy after that,” says the man who has long nose.

“Where do you know about that?
“I worked at her house as a servant but I quit two years ago. She always talks to her self. Sometimes I see her like talking to a child. She also likes reading story about a boy who ignore his mothers. All of he story books have the same theme.” Whispers the long nose man.

“Really? Poor the old lady.” Says the woman who listen to the man.
The old lady arrives at home. She puts the paper bag on the table in the kitchen.
“Could you tell an interesting story than this? I don’t like it. I want the plot of this story make people laugh. That will be a great story. A story about lonely old lady because her family was killed is boring. People can find a hundred stories like this in every book store.” Says the old lady.

“But I want a story like this. I think a story about lonely old lady is more qualified than comedy. You are only a character! Just follow the flow. Don’t claim! You cannot change the theme.” Says the mysterious sound.

“As the only one character, I mind if I take role on this story. Find another cast to continue this story. I quit!” Says the old lady. She starts to be angry.

Holiday seems to be the precious day in my life. I can sleep, watch TV, play games and hang out with friends all the time without thinking of school task. I always feel excited if holiday comes.

But I couldn’t feel happy when I met holiday last month. I spent my holiday with crying and regretting. I didn’t know who the trouble maker is. It could be me or Dedi. I also didn’t understand the reason why I decided to break up my relation with him.

Before holiday, I had to finish my final test. The last test was Interpreting class. For your Information, Interpreting subject was my favorite subject. I was always got good scores in this subject.

But I think I can’t get good scores anymore. An hour before the test started, Dedi sent me SMS. He said he would ask me to come to his house to meet his mother. He would introduce me to his mother next week. Because of that, during the Interpreting class, my brain always asked many questions. “What am I going to wear? What about my hair? Should I wear it high or just let it loose?”

This was not fair. Dedi should have told me about this weeks ago. How could I prepare myself in so short a notice? Because my brain couldn’t stop thinking about tonight, I didn’t understand any single word that the lecturer said.

“Yayu, are you still with me? I’m waiting for the answer,” the horrible woman sitting in front of me asked, sounding annoyed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss. could you repeat the question?”

The lecturer rolled her eyes and heaved a big sigh. “ You have been asking me to repeat my question so many times that I lost count, young lady. You can use a little concentration here. Or maybe you forget, you are now taking an oral test. So please pay attention to the speaker and stop daydreaming,” she said angrily. She stressed every syllable of her words.

Actually she was a nice lecturer. My attitude made her angry. She was right I couldn’t focus on this test. I guessed I would get bad scores this semester. I was glad after the test, I wouldn’t meet her at least for three months. So, after I failed to translate her next two questions, she impatiently sent me out. I took my test card and went to the door without even saying thank you or goodbye.

Next week, while I was putting on my make up, I couldn’t stop thinking again about Dedi’s mother, “Is she a sweet cake or a fierce dragon lady?” how I wish I didn’t have to through this.

After looking at my reflection in the mirror, I applied some more pearly-lilac eye shadow on my eyelids. As a final touch, I brushed some glittery baby pink lipstick on my lips. Then I checked my reflection in the mirror again. I looked perfect; perfect hair, flawless make up, tight-fitting burgundy sweater, black skirt, a matching handbag, and a pair of black leather boots.

I turned around twice, and suddenly I started to worry because again my brain asked, “ am I trying too hard? Am I overdressed? “ the doorbell cut off my reverie. It must be Dedi. Before I left my room, I sprayed some perfume behind my ears and on my wrists.

I went to the kitchen to say goodbye to my mom. She was busy stirring something in a pan.

“Mom, I’m leaving.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to the front door.

“Take care, sweetheart. Good luck,” she said while she was stirring.

When I opened the front door, I saw the gorgeous guy on earth. Dedi is wearing a blue sweatshirt and a pair of cargo pants.

“Hi Yayu. You look great.”

“Thanks, you too,” I replied.

“Shall we? Do I have to say hi to your parents?”

“No, that’s OK. Mom is busy cooking and dad isn’t at home. Let’s go.”

We went to Dedi’s house by Dedi’s blue Honda Jazz.

When we were on the way, my heart beat fime times faster than usual.

“Are you OK, honey?” Dedi asked. “you look pale.”

“I’m fine,” I look at him adoringly. My Dedi looked very much like a gorgeous actor. Is he look like his mother or his father?, my brain again asked.

I remembered the first time we met. It was at the mall six month ago. I was waiting for a movie when dedi came over and introduced himself. I was very surprised and delighted at the same time.

He asked for my phone number and called me later that night. One week later we went out on a date. At the time, Dedi spoke a word of English. His English was very good. In fact, Dedi was the reason why I began learning English seriously. Now, of course, my English was getting better. Sometimes we spoke in English.

“So here we are,” dedi announced, he took me back to reality. After turning off the car, he got out and opened the car door for me. “ is he a gentleman or what!” my mind said.

“Let’s go inside.” He took my hand in his.

Inside the house, we were greeted by the barking dog. That was the biggest dog I have ever seen. I was really scared.

“Shut up, Scooby!” Dedi cried to the dog then looked apologetically at me. “Scooby is Mom’s pet. Don’t be scared by his size. He is actually tame and sweet/”

He took the dog away. “I’ll take him to the back yard. I’ll be right back,” he said. “Please sit down”

I went to the sofa and sat down. Before I got a chance to look around, a woman with Muslim veil entered the room and greeted me. “Hello. You must be Yayu. Nice to meet you.”

I stood up and shook her hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you too.”

I guessed she was Dedi’s mother. At that time I knew the reason why dedi was so gorgeous. He obviously got his looks from this beautiful woman. “ You have a lovely house, Mrs. Yohanah,” I tried to start the conversation.

“Well, thank you, dear. Too bad. This isn’t my house. I’m just visiting. And I’m not Mrs. Yohanah.,” she said.

I was really confused.

The lady smiled before she continued. “I’m Fitriah, Dedi’s aunt. Dedi’s father is my brother.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s OK.”

Fitriah and I had a little chat. It was funny but I realized that I knew so little about Dedi. three years ago he lived in Samarinda and came to Bekasi six months ago. From Fitriah I learned that Dedi’s parents got divorce when he was six years old. Dedi moved to Samarinda with his father. And after his father passed away one year ago, dedi lived with Fitriah in Samarinda. Our talk was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind us. Then came Dedi’s voice.

“I see you’ve met my aunt, Yayu. Now I’d like you to meet my mother. Mom, this is Yayu.”

I turned to greet Dedi’s mother. But when I saw who she was, the world seemed to stand still and time freezes. I felt feverish. Oh my God! She’s so much scarier than Scooby the giant dog! Dedi’s mother was someone who gave me Interpreting test this morning! She was Miss Lusi! I was speechless and really embarrassed.