I think I can write a story, about a good wizard and a wicked witch. Good wizard was once live in a peaceful village, where everyone looked up to her, love her, and obey her. Until a Wicked Witch came to destroy everything she had. Of all her possession, one that she love so dearly, is a boy. It’s not her child, but she raised him since he was a baby. Changed every diaper (with magic, of course), soothed every tantrum. She loves him like her own child. Long story short, the Wicked Witch stole the boy from her. Before she can even find him, the Witch already make the boy as her possession. The boy looks up to her, loves her, and obey her. The world turned upside down. The Wicked Witch has gone soft by watching the boy grow, and the Good Wizard was desperately destroyed everything that says she wouldn’t get the boy’s heart ever again. “I’m HIS MOTHER!!” She screams like a thunder. The Good Wizard is filled with vengeance that every step she take, only lead her to one goal: destroying hap
Living more with less. Saya mencoba merangkum cara hidup minimalist yang saya temukan di sepanjang perjalanan menjelajahi Indonesia, bercakap dengan para penduduk desa, dan melihat langsung cara-cara hidup mereka. Tapi sesekali saya juga ingin berkhayal, dan menuangkannya dalam bentuk fiksi-fiksi mini, yang kadang tidak ada hubungannya sama sekali dengan minimalism. Welcome to my album of thought. I hope you like it.