Short Story

  • Given Another Life
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 5 Desember, 2017 at 1:29 am

    FIVE minutes to three in the early hours of the morning, Adinda sat upright on her bed and wiped the sweat sticking to her forehead with the back of her small bandaged left hand. Clutching the glass of water beside her bed, she took a sip thirstily, waiting.At exactly three, she took the cell phone beside the glass of water and dialed the number she now knew by heart. She did not put the number on speed dial because she wanted the pleasure of punching in the numbers on her phone in the dark. It […]

  • The Party
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 22 November, 2017 at 1:00 am

    THE military is rounding people up,” my boss said, sipping his coffee in the house’s small but sunny kitchen. No cream, two sugars. If you were what you drank, then the sweet, black coffee suited him perfectly. He was not a bitter man, despite how he might seem and all the rumors that circulated behind his back.“So I’ve heard. People are starting to leave town,” I replied, stifling a yawn, the result of a seemingly never-ending night.Yesterday, I waited two hours […]

  • The Helper’s Man
    by Kliping Sastra Nusantara on 7 November, 2017 at 6:01 am

    THE nagging would come later. At the moment, the scene involves a setting sun, descending toward its place of retreat at the bottom of the sea. The waves rush to arrive at the beach for the very first time. White sparkling foam across the top of the waves are splattered against the rocks. Seagulls, squealing mid-air, swoop down to catch their prey through surprise attacks.She is a beautiful princess. Her shiny and long black hair falls nicely down to her waist. She has a fair height; the shape […]

  • 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 […]