Short Story

  • Sealed With a Kiss
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 19 Juni, 2017 at 9:22 pm

    UTA watches as the water comes bursting out of the fountain at the Italian Garden in Hyde Park. It shot high into the sky, forming shades of rainbow on their tracks. Uta sinks even deeper into his wooden chair, stretching out his long legs to make himself comfortable. He crosses his arms and hums quietly while enjoying the warm sunlight across his face. It is almost 11. If he were in Jakarta, he would be sweating from all the heat. But this is London in the spring. Like other Londoners, Uta is […]

  • An Evolutionary History
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 12 Juni, 2017 at 6:52 am

    FOR weeks I had told Rora — my roommate — that I didn’t want to go to the stupid Christmas party, which her boyfriend, Taher, insisted on throwing despite reports of a possible snowstorm some time in the next few days.“He’s not my boyfriend,” said Rora.“He’d like to be, though,” I said.“You’re reading it all wrong.”“You’re blinder than a bat.”“We’re going,” said Rora.“Why is he celebrating Christmas, anyway? He’s not even Christian.”“It’s not that […]

  • Beautiful Boy
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 5 Juni, 2017 at 4:15 am

    BROKEN arms and legs. A severed head. That was the condition of his doll three days after it was bought at the flea market using the money he had set aside each day. It had stayed in his room for just as long and now his mother tossed the doll into a wastebasket.“You’re not allowed to buy these dolls, anymore,” said his mother. “I’m tired of having to repeat myself over and over again.” She scolded him with one hand on her waist and another pointing at him. The boy did nothing […]

  • A Whole New World
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 29 Mei, 2017 at 4:21 am

    Massachusetts, 6 April 2022Professor Tuti could still catch the sound of explosion in her head. Two months ago, somebody blew up her research facility and destroyed a good portion of it. She stood in the middle of the room. Her husband, Andi Romaz, the leading scientist at the facility, had gone missing. The police couldn’t find his remains after the incident. Tuti felt light-headed at the thought of losing her husband. She leaned against the wall for support; on her face was a mixture […]

  • Strawberries
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 22 Mei, 2017 at 1:32 am

    IQBAL knew, long before anyone did, of the story that Mai-Mai wanted to tell the world. He was not in the story. He only knew it happened in the strawberry garden her father owned and maintained. Mai-Mai always referred to her father’s garden as her private paradise, a place where she could lose herself among rows of strawberry patches. Though she never told him the story, Iqbal was the sort of person who had the ability to connect the dots without being asked to. When she whispered into his […]

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