I was put by Mr. Imam Rofi’ie as editor of the student magazine was not without reason. When in classes below the sixth grade, I often filled the column provided by the magazine. Starting from a section of poetry, short stories until the rubric of humor. My work...
I giggled and want to mock her. I picked up the piece of paper containing my poem to Ita and gave it to her. I explained to her, “If you want to know the girl’s name, her name is on this poem, Henny.” My sister’s name was Henny indeed, she...
