Short Story

  • What’s on Sunday?
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 17 Oktober, 2017 at 3:44 pm

    IT was not yet 10:30 a.m., but more than 300 churchgoers from neighboring parishes had already gathered at St. Vincent’s. The pews were filled all the way through to the last rows in the back. Latecomers had to observe the entire service standing up and leaning against walls.Tall wooden doors that make up the church’s four exits were left open to let the breeze in and it was through these voids that the pastor, deacon, clerks, altar boys and girls on the podium got a glimpse of the […]

  • The Old Man
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 10 Oktober, 2017 at 3:48 pm

    I glanced at my phone. Two missed calls. The clock showed it was 2 a.m. Yet, I was barely able to sleep — thanks to the old man who lived in apartment 1401 on the 5th floor. An apartment opposite my building whose windows weren’t curtained and faced right onto my apartment.Every 2 a.m. until sunrise, that old man would turn on his ridiculously bright lamp. He had been doing that for a week now. I was unable to get to sleep after working at night. Or suddenly it would disturb my […]

  • The Crybaby
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 3 Oktober, 2017 at 3:52 pm

    I hear him whisper slowly, “Where is my big sister?”I’m not sure whether the question is meant for me, so I remain silent. Deep down, I want to ask the same question, but I know it’s no use. I’ve asked it so many times before, both in my silence and by whispering painfully just like the boy next to me. I once tried to scream these words aloud, but it only ended up hurting my throat.Nobody answers our painful loss. Ever.I remember the day I got separated from my big […]

  • Śūnyatā
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 12 September, 2017 at 9:25 am

    SHE walked past her usual spot at the beach, a quiet area away from the tourists, where she would gaze out at the ocean and absorb the sunset scene every evening.She loved that time of the day — the pure serenity allowing her to reflect on the day’s work and to feel the gratitude of having lived yet another day. But that day she wasn’t going to just sit and ruminate as the sun set. She had a mission — something she was unsure of. Yet, it had to be done.A few women were […]

  • Wrong Number
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 5 September, 2017 at 9:33 am

    THE phone rings. Matari picks it up. “Hello, this is 250-0998.”“Sorry, wrong number,” says a woman on the other end, softly.Matari puts the phone down and returns to his book. He has read it seven times. Not because he loves it, but because it is the only book he owns. Its last page is missing. Maybe somebody had torn it out.Matari has been living in this room for a week — a small office owned by his friend. His friend is currently staying in another city on a […]