<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630829243361673170</id><updated>2011-08-07T02:32:07.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630829243361673170.post-8916615557175056098</id><published>2009-03-04T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:19:49.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilly-billy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ9orn3Vkds/Sa9u-OTgU9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Efpc8q8XtyQ/s1600-h/foggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309584500963955666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ9orn3Vkds/Sa9u-OTgU9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Efpc8q8XtyQ/s400/foggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630829243361673170-8916615557175056098?l=e-creativestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8916615557175056098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630829243361673170&amp;postID=8916615557175056098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/8916615557175056098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/8916615557175056098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilly-billy-story.html' title='Hilly-billy Story'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ9orn3Vkds/Sa9u-OTgU9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Efpc8q8XtyQ/s72-c/foggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630829243361673170.post-2754982675250302385</id><published>2008-03-29T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:26:33.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admire  A Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by Nurul Fajriyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, Mulan felt a sense of enchantment with Giring’s beauty. She looked  Giring seriously until forget to switch off the washbasin. Giring wished that Giring came to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Excuse me Miss, please switch off the washbasin if you don’t use it anymore!” Giring said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh, yes …” Mulan ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Is this your first time to come here?” Giring asked friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Yup. I’m less interested to accompany my sister who shops so I have an idea to hide in this toilet,” Mulan replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“O,” Giring said briefly and lifted a pail which contained dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Where are you going, Giring?” Mulan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I will clean the next toilet,” Giring said. “How do you know my name?” Giring confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Your name is written on your shirt,” Mulan smiled. “I think the closet number three is still dirty,” Mulan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giring caught what Mulan’s mean so he cleaned the third closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… You can stand under my umbrella ella ella…(the sound of Mulan’s mobile phone ring tones).&lt;br /&gt;Mulan answered her mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hello!” Mulan turned her body. “Sister Dani, I’m still in the toilet. I don’t want comeback to that place again because I’m dizzy to hear the weird voice from the buyers,” Mulan whispered because she worried that Giring heard what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“It’s OK if you don’t want comeback to this place. I will wait for you in the car parking,” Sister Dani replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“OK,” Mulan closed her mobile phone. Giring can I …,” Mulan turned her body again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan wrinkled her forehead because Giring suddenly disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Huh…it’s because Sister Dani called me so Giring went away,” Mulan angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan went hurriedly to the car parking and obviously Sister Dani already waited her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Where have you been? You are very so long,” Sister Dani complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Whatever!” Mulan was angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She entered the car directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“You are weird, Mulan. I asked you to go to the supermarket but you dislike it. Instead, you like to go to the toilet out there. What is going on in that toilet?”  Sister Dani also angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Dani entered her goods to the baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I don’t care about your goods so you don’t need care about me. Do you understand?” Mulan said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I’m tired to talk with you, Mulan,” Sister Dani resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun still hid behind the cloud and the air was still cold to be inhaled. Nevertheless Mulan not felt those. She already stood until 30 minutes for waiting the supermarket was opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Uhh…it’s very so long,” Mulan said resentfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not long time after that, the supermarket gate was opened. Directly, Mulan asked to the security who opened the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Excuse me Sir, is the supermarket already opened?”  Mulan confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Is it you who already stood about 30 minutes in front of the supermarket?” the security asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“He…he…yes, Sir,” Mulan smiled. “Are you bored with my question?” Mulan laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“It’s you third question,” the security bored. “The supermarket is already opened so you can enter right now,” the security pleased Mulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Well, thank you Sir,” Mulan happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I think she doesn’t want miss the sale…,” the security wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The security’s pronunciation stopped because he looked Mulan went toward the toilet that placed beside the supermarket. He wondered why she not entered the supermarket entrance. The security approached Mulan with many question in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Excuse me, Miss. This is a toilet and that is the entrance door,” the security explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Yes, Sir. I know it,” Mulan was resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mmm, you are here because you want to shop, right?” the security interrogated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“That’s right if I have time to shop,” Mulan explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The security confused with Mulan’s explanation. He not asked any question anymore because he was worry that he will more confused with her explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“When the toilet is opened, Sir?” Mulan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The security looked Mulan with wonder because she wanted to enter the toilet hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I want to enter the toilet hurriedly because I want to urinate, Sir,” Mulan explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh…so you want to urinate,” the security said. “I think it’s better if you use the toilet which placed inside of the supermarket, Miss…,” the security suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mulan, my name is Mulan,” Mulan said her name. “No, I want this toilet, Sir,” Mulan compelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“But…,” the security said reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hurry up Sir, before I urinate in here,” Mulan said while humped her body to make sure the security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Without taught anymore, the security ran to his office to take the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Sorry Sir, I deceive you,” Mulan said while mocked to the security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minute later, her behavior became soft when Giring came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hi, Giring! Would you like to open the door for me? I can’t restrain my urine,” Mulan said with spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“OK! Have you been here for a long time?” Giring asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh, no. I just have been here and suddenly I want to urinate,” Mulan replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giring opened the door then switched the lamp. After the door was opened, she went quickly to the third closet. Giring cleaned the washbasin and prepared to clean the floor whereas Mulan was still in the closet almost half an hour. Obviously, she prepared some question for Giring as chat matter. Finally, Mulan came out from the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mulan, I think you are unconscious in the closet because you are so long in there,” Giring said while cleaned the washbasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh…it’s a girl business,” Mulan smile. “By the way, how do you know my name?” Mulan wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“That’s also my business,” Giring replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Obviously, you also can joke,” Mulan mocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan and Giring were laughing, joking, telling, and mocking together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I think you like to do some strange things,” Giring said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mmm, how do you know that?” Mulan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“It’s better if you not do the stupid thing because you will regret it,” Giring said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Why?” Mulan also asked seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Don’t do it,” Giring said in a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan felt scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I used to do stupid thing and I regret it right now. I can’t do anything anymore.” Giring regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Never mind, Giring. The important thing is you have to rise up right now. Don’t give up!” Mulan cheered to Giring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giring was quite and didn’t say a word. Mulan was more interested in Giring’s beauty. Unconsciously, she is already talked to Giring until two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;…You can stand under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh…(the sound of Mulan’s mobile phone ring tones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hello, Sister Dani! Oh my God, I forget it. All right, I will shop right now,” Mulan shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“What happened, Mulan? Why you look so shocked?” Giring worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I forget to shop my sister’s orders. See you, Giring!” Mulan said while went out from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giring gave sweet smile which made Mulan flew. Mulan went to the supermarket to buy her sister orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Finally, I can finish my shopping,” Mulan relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She went toward the toilet to meet Giring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mulan… Mulan…!” came the scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Haaa! That’s Sister Dani’s voice,” Mulan said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan turned her body. That’s right, the woman who screamed her name was Sister Dani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Sister Dani? Why you are here?” Mulan was resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Why you are so long? My orders are not much but you are shopping until two hour,”   Sister Dani was angry. “I suspect that you come to that toilet again so I come afterward from home for you,” Sister Dani was angrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I’m sorry, Sis. I…,” Mulan apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Come on! Let’s go home!” Sister Dani ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When they were on the car parking, they met the security who was deceived by Mulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh, you are the girl who wanted to enter that toilet, right?” the security ascertained. “I looked for you but I can’t find you. That toilet was not used for a long time,” the security said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Ah, you are joking, Sir. I just come to the toilet… Oops!” Mulan closed her mouth directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“So, what I said was right. You went to the toilet,” Sister Dani resentful. “Let’s go home!” Sister Dani ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan entered to the car directly without defense whereas the security still confused with Mulan’s said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mulan came to the supermarket again. But at that time, there was a “CLOSED” writing that hung on the supermarket gate. Mulan confused and decided to find someone who could be asked. Fortunately, the same security as yesterday came out from the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Excuse me, Sir,” Mulan came toward the security. “Why the supermarket is closed?” Mulan asked while peeped from the gate to see the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Oh, you again?” the security wondered. “Miss Mulan, we were demolishing the building which placed beside the supermarket. Therefore the supermarket is closed,” the security explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Demolishing the building, Sir? Which building?” Mulan was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“The toilet that you entered yesterday,” the security confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“What!” Mulan was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan entered the gate. It was right that the toilet was demolished. It was a place where she and Giring met for the first time. But the toilet that she saw was very dirty not like yesterday that the toilet was very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Why the toilet was demolished, Sir?” Mulan asked with a weak voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“After held some investigations, there often happened some odd things,” the security replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“What do you mean with odd things, Sir?” Mulan asked anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I ever heard a man cried or sang in the toilet, the sound of water that flowed from the washbasin. The toilet was closed for a long ago since there was a man suicide,” said the woman employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“What? Suicide? Who?” Mulan shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Do you remember with the incident which happened three years ago?” the woman employee asked to the security. “The man was leaved by his fiancée to marry with another man then the man felt desperate and suicide in that toilet. He was handsome but did stupid thing,” the woman employee explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Who was the man’s name?” Mulan asked with scare voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“GIRING,” the woman employee replied briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Giring??? No way!!!” Mulan shocked. “So during this two days, I talked with… Nooo…,” Mulan cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan was unconscious. The security saved her and carried her to the security office. Suddenly, her sister arrived and brought her to the home. In home, Sister Dani placed Mulan on a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Mulan… Mulan…,” Sister Dani called softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan opened her eyes slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Where I am?” Mulan asked with a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“You are in home,” Sister Dani replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Sis, I don’t want come back to that supermarket anymore. I don’t want come back to that toilet anymore. Hiks…hiks…hiks…,” Mulan cried while embraced to her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“It’s OK right now, Mulan. Cup…cup…cup…,” Sister Dani calmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“He is a ghost. I don’t want with him anymore. Hiks…hiks…hiks…,” Mulan was still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I know. All of the employers were confuse when you entered that dirty toilet…,” Sister Dani said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hah, dirty? But the toilet was clean and neat,” Mulan sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Never mind, Mulan. It’s better if you take a rest,” Sister Dani suggested. “I will take a cup of tea for you,” Sister Dani said and went to the kitchen room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few minutes later, there was a smell of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“This is your tea, Mulan. Drink it while it’s warm!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“That voice is…,” Mulan whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hah!!! Gi… Gi… Giring…?!?” Mulan was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hi, Mulan!!!” Giring greeted softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Noooo…!!!” Mulan screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mulan was unconscious again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semarang, December 25th 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630829243361673170-2754982675250302385?l=e-creativestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2754982675250302385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630829243361673170&amp;postID=2754982675250302385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/2754982675250302385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/2754982675250302385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-admire-ghost.html' title='I Admire  A Ghost'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630829243361673170.post-4306117079308173748</id><published>2008-03-26T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:23:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Maskentheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Vera Shelviana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Early morning  on Friday 13, in a big green house that is completed with beautiful  garden and swimming pool. A black car is parked in front of the house.  Nothing special about this house but let’s see what happen inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Aarrgh!”  Tini screamed. “It must be Mas Popo’s creation.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tini went to&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mas Popo&lt;i&gt;’&lt;/i&gt;s room immediately called&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; Mas Popo&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Mas  Popo! Mas Popo! Mas Popo! “ Tini shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;When Tini arrive  in Mas Popo’s room, she found that Mas Popo was sleeping. She was  pushing Mas Popo’s body until he fall down but he keep sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oh  God!” Tini said. “You sleep like a dead!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tini got more  and more angry so she ran to take a bucket of water. She would splash  the water on his face and Byuuur….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oatz!”  Mas Popo shocked. “What wrong with you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Get  out of my house!” Tini said in a bad tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What  the problem?” asked Mas Popo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Are  you mad? You gave my little baby a bottle of beer!” Tini said angrily.  “He is very drunk now and it was because your stupid things. And it  is hard for me to forgive you this time so get out of this house!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Are  you sure wanted to eliminate me from your house, my lovely sister?”  Mas Popo asked innocently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?  Stupid question! Of course, I’m very sure.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally Mas  Popo got out of his sister’s house. He went to campus. Mas Popo note  as a student of &lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;MASKULIN UNIVERSITY”. He went to campus  corner where a lot of couples are in love here until they don’t realize  that Three Maskentheer was there.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; Mas Popo met his two best friends there, Mas Lana&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Mas Dipo. They are best friends since they were born in this  world. They are always together no matter what happen in the world.  They are always be “the trouble maker” for anybody in anywhere and  any situation. They sometimes do stupid things that make someone else  angry.  The combination of the stupid Mas Popo, the playboy Mas  Lana and the nightmare voice Mas Dipo made them called “Three Maskentheer”  that always do the stupid things that can made them in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Pal,  I was thrown out of my house,” Three Maskentheer uttered at the same  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;They surprised  and they were laughing together like “Mak Lampir’s laugh” which  is made all of the couples there thinks that they were already got mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I  was thrown out because I made my nephew got drunk. I gave him a bottle  of beer when he was crying as if he wish somebody come to give him something  to cure his dry throat, “ Mas Popo explained. “And I’m Mas Popo  who be a little fairy for my nephew but my kindness made my sister angry  and here I am.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“You  are totally sick!” Mas Lana replied. “ I think you must repair your  brain until it can work properly. Hwahahahaa….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Don’t  laugh me like that!” Mas Popo said. “What happened with you until  you got here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I  made my Daddy in a high tempered,” Mas Lana answered. “I sold his  lovely chicken and I use that money to buy a playstation’s cassette  “The Adventure of Dani and Maya”. Oh, that’s my dreamed cassette  which is finally I got, but my Daddy thrown me out of his house, hikz…hikz…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Cup…Cup…Cup…”  Mas Popo tried to calm Mas Lana down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“How  about you?” Mas Lana asked to Mas Dipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Because  I sang when I was taking a bath.” Mas Dipo said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?”  Both said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Because  of my voice, Frodo was dying.” Mas Dipo explained. “It is ridiculous  but that’s the truth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Frodo?  Your little sister’s monkey? Hwahahahaha….” Mas Lana mocked. How  stupid we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;From this experience  they got more convince that they are create by God destined to be together.  And they want to prove to their family that they can keep living without  their hand. They are thinking for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Guys,  lets find a job!” Mas Lana suggested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What  kind of job that we can do?” Mas Dipo asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;They are thinking  seriously and it take three hour. Huh…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“  Ahaaa… Working in a restaurant? “ Mas Popo gave his greatest idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“How  smart are you?” Mas Lana mocked. “it is rarely happened during your  life, right? Congratulation, Pal! Hwahahaha….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“  Heh…??? “ Mas Popo  still don’t know what they are laughing  about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“OK!  Lets do it, guys! “ Mas Dipo was in his spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;They went to  “ Sakanane Resto”. They would like to apply for a job there. And  luckily they were accepted on that restaurant as a ‘dishes washer’.  They were work as good as they could. Firstly, it was running smoothly.  But in the middle of their work, Mas Popo splashed the dishes’s water  to Mas Lana’s face. Mas Lana replied that action. And finally they  got chaos in the back sink until the place was getting dirty and disgusting.  Because of noisy, Tono the manager was looked out what was happening.  He decided to go to back sink but unfortunately Byuuuur….a bucket  of water was poured into Tono’s body. Three Maskentheer were staring  each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oh,  God! I’m sorry, Sir!” Mas Popo apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“  Arghhh…. All of you are fired, “ Tono said in a bad tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“But….em…em…em…”  Mas Lana tried to explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately  Tono has left the back sink. They gone sadly… On Saturday 14, let’s  see what happened in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Guys,  lets find another job!” Mas Dipo spoke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Priit….priit…priit…A  parking man was parking a car. This situation became the good inspiration  for Mas Lana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Pal,  I have a good to do and it seems to be easy, “ Mas Lana said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?”  Both asked curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“As  a ‘parking man’, huahahahaha…!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Let’s  do it again, guys!” Mas Dipo was in his spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;After a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“It  seems to be a good job. It is easy, right?” Mas Popo said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah…Not  bad!” Mas Dipo replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It ran smoothly  until….Daaarkgh…. A car was hitting hydrant because of Mas Lana’s  careless. He parked a car while he saw a beautiful and sexy lady is  walking through the parking area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Damn!  God! A bitchy girl! “ Mas Lana shouted. “ I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t  mean it” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What  have you done?” The Driver said angrily. “God damn it! You stupid  dumb old jerk!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Em…Em…Em…I’m  so sorry, Sir,” Mas Lana tried to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?  You make my car broken and you just said ‘sorry’! How easy it is!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fuss and hot  debate were happened between Mas Lana and the Driver. Mas Popo and Mas  Dipo just be a good spectators. It almost take a couple of hour. Finally  they were reaching a deal. Mas Lana would change all of the financial  loss that he has made. Ang they gone sadly…. They kept walking and  walking until a very bad voice break the loneliness.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“What  will we do next?” Mas Dipo asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;They kept in  silence. No one answered his question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Come  on, guys! Cheers up!” Mas Dipo tried to give a new spirit for his  friends. “How about be a ‘street singer’?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ahaaa…  Great!” Mas Lana replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Its  show time, guys!” Mas Popo was in his spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A guitar, a  bottle of aqua and Mas Dipo’s voice were become their capital as a  street singer beginner. Inside DAMRI, a good music was played in a good  rhythm but when Mas Dipo begins to sing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“  Oatz, Huuuu….Huuuu…!” The passengers shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody in  that bus was shouting and mumbling. One passenger got sick until he  has already vomit because of Mas Dipo’s voice. That’s very terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey!  Is that your bad or very bad voice?” Passenger 1 mocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;All of the  passengers were laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Get  out of this bus, Dude!” Passenger 2 said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes…Out!  Out! Out!” All of passengers shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, they  got down from that bus. It was happen again, again and again until they  got very tired and sleep under the bridge. Wednesday morning, they woke  up and they seem to be making a good decision during their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I  can’t stand it anymore,” Mas Popo said sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Me  too,” Mas Dipo agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“So  do I,” Mas Lana replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Lets  go back home!” Mas dipo said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah,  Pal, you are right. There was no comfort and save place except home,”  Mas Lana said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I  will promise to my sister that I’ll never do that stupid thing anymore,”  Mas Popo replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“OK!  Let’s move guys!” Mas Dipo was in his spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;They went back  to their home. They kept their promise and live normally and this is  the end of Three Maskentheer adventure and C U Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Plera 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Room A2 at  08.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;13 October  2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630829243361673170-4306117079308173748?l=e-creativestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4306117079308173748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630829243361673170&amp;postID=4306117079308173748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/4306117079308173748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/4306117079308173748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-maskentheers.html' title='Three Maskentheers'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630829243361673170.post-815745355219395415</id><published>2008-03-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:31:32.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE TWO-TIME STORY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By Carrisa Andrelia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a boyfriend whose name was Rufi. When he was in high school, he had some classmates. One of them was Vinno. They quite close and often hang out together that time. I knew Vinno too, moreover he was my crush. One day, Rufi and I had broken up, but few months later we were back again. Vinno didn’t know about this, because we hadn’t told him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year later, Vinno, who was my nephew’s best friend too, called me. He told about his college and how his life was going, etc. The next day, he called me again. He was not only called me but also sent many messages to me. Then, he started calling me every single day. When my nephew visited me, he said that we had a possibility to become a nice couple.  Meanwhile, I didn’t mention to them that I have had a boyfriend. Until the unfortunate event came to me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That afternoon, Rufi and Tian, his neighbor, went to a movie rental in Solo. Rufi went inside first, because Tian still smoked outside the building. When Rufi was in front of the kids section, he saw Vinno and greeted him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hi, Fella. What’s up?” Rufi greeted friendly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Fine, thanks. How about you?” Vinno replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Fine, too. Are you going to rent DVD?” Rufi asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, I return other films too.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t know why suddenly Vinno put his mobile phone outside his short. Rufi, who was in front of him, accidentally saw the wallpaper of Vinno’s mobile. That wallpaper was a female sepia photograph. Rufi felt recognizing the wallpaper, but he wasn’t sure who the girl was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Vinno asked, “Anyway, I don’t have your newest number. Please give it to me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; “Okay. 081…..” Rufi answered and saw the wallpaper clearer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have saved it. As matter of fact, I let u to guess who the girl in my wallpaper is.” Vinno said cheerily and showed his mobile screen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rufi blinked in few second, unbelievable, “Well…..I think….She is &lt;st1:place&gt;Shari&lt;/st1:place&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Definitely, she is. Who the hell are you thinking?” Vinno said in a breathy, excited way. “What do you think?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rufi stared straight at him. His head started spinning. He was speechless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I…don’t….know….I feel my head is spinning.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oopss.. Sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you or to remind about your ex-girlfriend. I admire her and want to make her mine. I just want to hear your opinion. Are you okay?” Vinno murmured continuously. “Rufi?” Vinno said worriedly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m fine,” Rufi said flatly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have called her and sent romantic messages to her recently,” said Vinno &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tian, who was outside before, went inside. He shook Vinno’s hand and touched his shoulder friendly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How ya doin’, dude? Long times no see” said Tian surprisingly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; “I know. I think we have to hang out together sometimes, like when we were still in high school,” Vinno offered excitedly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, do you know that Rufi and &lt;st1:place&gt;Shari&lt;/st1:place&gt; have been together again?” Tian asked innocently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Gosh. Are you kidding? I think they have broken up,” Vinno looked at him blankly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yes, they were. But they get back together again”, Tian explained briefly. “I never lie to you, bro!” added Tian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      Rufi, who was in the opposite of them, gazed them expressionless. “Tian, let’s go home. My head is spinning. I think I have headache.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tian answered, “Okey dokey, man!” He said goodbye to Vinno, “Bro, we have to say goodbye now. Glad to see you. Ciao!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rufi couldn’t believe what happened few minutes ago. He thought it was only his day dream. Until he arrived at home and went inside his bedroom. When my white wall-clock indicated it was &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4 p.m&lt;/st1:time&gt;, my house’s door was knocked. It was Vinno outside my house. I pleased him to come in and to have a seat. After I brought him a glass of water, I started to talk to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hello. What’s the matter?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Nothing. Have you had your lunch?” He said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah. Thanks for your attention,” my cheeks blushed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“To my surprise, when I went a movie rental this afternoon I met one of your ex-boy friend.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“My ex-boyfriend? Who?” Inside my head, a pray is screaming. &lt;i&gt;Not him, not him. &lt;/i&gt;But I smell a rat in here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Rufi. I have known it,” Vinno said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. No. This was definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; what I’d intended when I talked with Vinno. “You have known? About what?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“About your relationship with Rufi. I knew it from your friend.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh”, what was it. &lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;. What was the right word beside &lt;i&gt;oh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“For the God’s sake, why didn’t you tell me that you have retrieved Rufi again?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m dead. I’m so dead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Um…I was thinking to talk about it, but I wait the right time to say,” I said, wanting to die. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Wait the right time,” Vinno repeated slowly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m just… I mean-if I met you earlier, you would hear it from me directly. I can explain it to you” I stammered. I’m such an idiot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ok. I understand. I think I have to go now, it’s getting dark. Bye.” Vinno left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile, that evening Rufi came to my house. He wanted to know what I had done with his friend. He asked me too what if his photograph was shown in other person’s mobile phone. I replied that I would be proud if it happened, because it meant I didn’t choose the ugly boy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My problem hasn’t ended already. Rufi asked me for thousand times about what I’ve done with his friend. I admitted all my mistakes and my unfaithfulness. Happily, he forgave me. Since that incident, Rufi always has suspicions on me. If I remember it, I would laugh and smile how I have made a fool of myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Semarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="9" month="11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630829243361673170-815745355219395415?l=e-creativestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/feeds/815745355219395415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630829243361673170&amp;postID=815745355219395415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/815745355219395415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630829243361673170/posts/default/815745355219395415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-creativestory.blogspot.com/2008/03/students-story.html' title='Student&apos;s story'/><author><name>Siswo Harsono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06510582882857327019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
