a reply letter to mbak dina. in the name of assignment (and a bit of curcol)
the path has been taken, the road has been passing, the journey not yet ending. Halo. good morning Miss Java-on-a-far-away-land. i don't know when will you read this mail, but i start writing it on 10.27pm. i said good morning, because morning, for me, is a good time. morning means one day passed, and another one to spend as well as possible. so here i am reading your letter; shaking and nodding my head. for honest, i don't know what to say. your childhood seems terrible; you grew up as a clever-bad girl; you craved for love; running away and tried to seek another place to be your sanctuary. but you ain't got it, because that place had been your sister's second empire. .... you ran away and led by satanic voices; jumped down to the world of word; you started to write and saw light from your dark side. ... Dear Miss Dina, i did not have a perfect childhood. i was raised by my grandparents. i learnt things and values, ...