We never know when the last time is the last time. I didn’t know when I left Indonesia that I would never be …
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It’s been a couple of week since you’re gone. I miss you so much. I’m listening to the old voice notes in Whatsapp …
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Halo pa, Papa lagi dimana sekarang?Pasti papa sekarang lagi melayang-layang, mengunjungi kita semua, yang sekarang lagi patah hati karena ditinggal tiba-tiba. Why did …
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Aku tidak akan pernah lupa. Bagaimana sinar matahari sore menyeruak. Menerpa pepohonan Dago yang berusia sekian abad.
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Home is my parent’s first house. There’s a number eight paved into our garage floor. We had an old Panther car and for …
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Let me tell you something about having your loved one pass away. You’d switch between ‘denial’ and ‘angry’ mode all the time. All …
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Aku selalu suka sore hari di Bandung. Terlebih saat tak ada kerjaan membendung.
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Jangan tanyakan padaku, bagaimana cara mencintai. Aku sudah membaca ratusan buku, menonton ratusan film. Hanya untuk menyadari…