-a very short story-
“How is the letter A looks like? Is it like a lamp? Glowing and shining? Where is the home for the B? Or C? Or D?”
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She still find the letter on her black keyboard.
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The small houses in that crowded town. People loves to make some noisy. She walks very slowly : tired after work more than eight hours that day... and she looks retains some indignation in her heart.
She keep staring at the light of those sad lamps accross the street. Yes, the day already went night and she is perspiring. She gasping the air deeply, and deeper like she never breath before.
That is another night of her predicament life.
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“Tok tok.” She knocks the door.
She is smiling and laughing at herself. She forget that she lives alone in that busy town. Her white teeth are even also looks tired.
She open the door and turn on the light. She feels warmed and lonely at the same time.
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There are an instant noodle and a bottle of mineral water on the table in her small room.
“Glk glk..” she drink that pivotal water in redundant way.
Beside the table and the small bed, her room is just a boring space.
Only books, story books for children, lying so dimly in her room.
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In her heart, she keep cursing her boss and her students.
The tangled in her heart is culminating.
She hates her small students. Very much.
Those small students : only crying and very irksome.
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She imagine how to confiscate her own life from those bunch of kids.
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She still find the letter on her black keyboard.
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She can’t write any story for her students.
Fatiguing. Life is so ruthless. She must teaching the crying children everyday at many places and she must looks happy everytime.
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She decides to cook her instant noodle first then she writes again.
Then, some texts comes into her cute cellphone :
“Mrs. Lia, don’t forget to write some good stories for the rehearsal. Thanks.”
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She still find the letter on her black keyboard.
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(Fildzah Izzati)
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