My Mom’s Spell (Part Three)

Mrs. Tutik approached us with wide steps. Arriving in front of us, she cried fiercely. “Who taught to sing like that?.” We replied simultaneously, “Rudin, Mrs. Tutik.” Mrs. Tutik pinched Rudin’s cheeck with exasperation. We did not...
“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part Four)

“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part Four)

“Mimit, Mimit, what’s for you are climbing that tree?.” “Come down and join your friends,” cried Mrs Yati from the front door of the class. Apparently she realized that had lost one of her students after a long time. I said nothing and...

“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part Three)

I held out my hand to Mrs. Tutik as I reached out my hand to shake hands with Yati earlier. Again, I cone my mouth in front of my mother. “Dear me, you are very handsome,” said Mrs. Tutik and pinched my cheek. “Just like his father,” she...
“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part One)

“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part One)

Chapter I “Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver My mother hooking my red shorts rights carefully, then put a short-sleeved shirt over my sweatshirts. That’s my first uniform. My mother had sewed that shirt and pants herself with a sewing machine my father...