A Father’s Defence

The last time I met my father was in 2001. It was our third meeting, if I could remember it correctly, since he left mother when I was just a boy of eight years. The previous two encounters, shortly after his departure, were brief and in secret, because I didn’t dare to incur mother’s wrath.

My sister, with her own initiative, finally located him after a long time of lost contact. She suggested that it’d be nice should I visit him too.

A Mother’s Prayers

One thing I always remember and greatly indebted to my mother is her spirit of giving. Here is the woman who always gives. At times, she gave even more to other people than to her own.

Learning French

So far the only second language I master after Indonesian is English. Yet the mastery of this one particular English language has brought me priceless treasures: knowledge and information that have changed the way I view and understand the world. My world was no longer the same the day I started to learn the language.

Blogging

I will try to post at least one personal blog every day, Monday to Friday.

Tiga Perempuan

I have just finished writing a short story in Indonesian. Rightly, I gave the title “Tiga Perempuan (Three Women)” because it attempts to tell a story of one man who fails to win the love of three women consecutively, one after another.