Studying

30 Day Writing Challenge 19. Studying Jude Bellingham Word Count: 338 You were sat in the kitchen at the table with what could only be described as a million books in front of you. You were in your last few months of your university course finishing, you had started it in England and ending it in Spain which is something you weren't expecting at all.

"You okay?" Jude asked you as he walked in as he made you jump. "Jude, don't do that" you clutched your chest as you wasn't expecting him to walk in. "Sorry" Jude laughed as he stood opposite you. "That's fine, you okay? did you need anything?" you asked him as he stood next to the table looking at all your books and papers around you. "I was just wondering if you were okay and if you needed anything?" Jude asked as you nodded. "I would like a glass of cold water please, I am okay. Just wanting this to all end now I feel like this has gone on for too long now" you sighed as he walked across the kitchen as he grabbed you a glass of water. "It will be all over soon, then you'll be finally free from all your essays as well as exams." Jude passed you the glass. "Thank you, yeah hopefully I can get it passed. I have worked so so hard on this" you told him as he pulled out the chair opposite you as he closely observed you. "You will do amazing and I know you will, you are so close to finishing this essay and what you have one exam left?" he questioned. "Yes only one exam and I have revised so much that my brain is not letting any of this information escape. I will take a break for a few hours to get food and hopefully get some fresh air" you suggested as you knew you needed it. "Sure that sounds good" Jude smiled, walking round the kitchen table as he massaged your shoulders which was in desperate need of having a massage.

Histeris

“Kania, Kania, kau ada di rumah?” Kakek Rudi berteriak setengah panik

“Ada apa, kek? Ada sesuatu kah?” Kania yang langsung ke luar rumah ikut panik melihat ekspresi wajah kakek Rudi.

“Sam. Dia tiba-tiba histeris. Kau sibukkah? Bisa minta tolong bantu dia?”

Tanpa berpikir panjang Kania langsung bergegas. Seharusnya ia sudah bersiap untuk pergi ke kantor. Namun demi sahabatnya ini, urusan pekerjaan tak lebih penting. Terlebih melihat wajah kakek Rudi yang ketakutan.

Rumah mereka tak terlalu jauh, hanya selisih beberapa rumah dan kebun. Ketika melihat Sam histeris, kakek Rudi sangat terkejut dan kebingungan. Pikirannya hanya satu, panggil Kania. Selain mereka berdua sahabat dekat, biasanya Kania sering membantu Sam jika sedang dalam kondisi sedih.  

“Kau baik-baik saja, Sam?” Kania yang baru datang langsung mendekati Sam. Mencoba berbicara sehalus mungkin. Sam sudah dalam kondisi yang lebih tenang. Nafasnya sudah mulai teratur, jauh berbeda dibanding beberapa menit yang lalu.

Untuk pertama kalinya bagi Kania melihat Sam begitu panik. Kania sudah sering mendapati Sam terlihat murung dan sedih. Namun kali ini nuansanya berbeda. San terlihat lelah, ketakutan, dan putus asa. Tentu Kania heran. Sam yang selama ini ia kenal gigih dan pantang menyerah, tiba-tiba terlihat habis harapan. Wajahnya seakan pasrah dan tidak bisa berbuat banyak.

“Aku buatkan teh hangat, Sam. Minumlah. Aku takut kau kenapa-kenapa.” Kania bersuara lirih.

Di Sini Pendidikanku

Sekolahku adalah di sini.

Di sepanjang trotoar

Di setiap lampu merah

Di hadapan pengemudi

Di atas zebra cross

Belajarku dari sini.

Berebut ukulele dengan adik kecil

Berlari saling mendahului

Menemani para pejalan kaki

Bernyanyi untuk sesuap nasi

Menari meski hujan menghampiri

Membacaku sebelah sini.

Samping wajah-wajah pemberangkat kerja,

Yang mulai bosan pada rutinitas.

Pinggir keringat-keringat orang pulang,

Yang sering lunglai tenaganya terkuras.

Berhitungku juga di sini.

Sepeser, dua peser.

Seribu, dua ribu.

Kuserahkan seluruhnya pada ibu.

Biar orang lain yang menulis,

Aku cukup bersenang-senang di bumi bagian sini.

Bandung, 30 Desember 2020

DAY 26 : your school

Day 3

(Prompt: A woman walks into the ocean in a red ball gown.)

She is draped in flowing red velvet, carefully wrapped like prized porcelain. Prized, but not precious. More red glints at her ears, her throat. It bleeds into the moonlight from the diadem that fits tightly to her skull. Her body is covered and claimed by red, but her two pale feet are still her own; the long, webbed toes are the only part of her that would not change. They are bare to the sand. They are bare in ways that she has not been in so many years. 

There’s a rushing in her ears, a rhythmic pounding echoed by the cresting waves. Her gown is heavy, the ends unfurling into the sea like blood in a basin of water. She has to remind herself that it’s just her dress, there is no blood. Not this time. No blood, no misshapen babies smaller than her palm, no physicians staring at her with disgust and fear in their eyes. She is other, their eyes say. A curse from the sea. 

They did not always call her sea witch. When the king looked at her with love and desire, they called her Neptune’s Gift. But a queen is only as good as the heirs she can produce, and a queen who can only create miscarried aberrations is no good at all. There was a time when her husband would have struck down any voice that he heard whisper sea witch. Now, his eyes echo it back to her.

The water is to her chest, to her neck. A wave crashes over her head and pushes her down, her dress dragging her further still. The current rips the crown from her head, the gems from her ears. She helps the rest along. Her dress looks black, a mourning gown. She is done mourning. She rips at the bodice, tearing at it with fingers grown long and spindly, pale as bleached bone. She writhes beneath the waves, the fabric twisting around her as she rips through, bursting forth from her cocoon. 

The sea goes still, calm as glass. She is naked, welcomed back into the embrace of the womb from which she came. This time when she looks down at her body, it is her own. 

Mai, Fara, and Ana!

“Did you met kids who will be grumpy if they do not get attention?”

Yesssss! Yessssssss!

I found this kind of the kids, anywhere and anytime. Hi, Kids, hope you grow-up soon. Let me introduce to you, these kids are Mai, Fara, and Ana. When I’m open my eyes and then this world tries to tull me. Even though they are my best friends who have been together for 22 years, sometimes I feel disturbed with their‘ tradition’ when I try to fall asleep. Every night, they arguing who will be the one that can make up one’s mind. I will give you a piece of the discussion,

Mai, she will be crying, yelling, and screaming every night. She always asking

“why you can’t just leave this annoying man? I don’t wanna you to be a neglect. You can’t be like that. If he not interest to you just go out from your life, you must be the one who can take revenge and make him suffer”

and then Fara said,

“No, even you feel he is annoying and neglect to you. Maybe he just hectic with him real life. Perhaps he never intended to do that. ”

also Mai talking while crying,

“You know, i just wanna be happy. I wanna be with someone who can make me laugh every day. No tears, no arguing, and also the man who won’t me busy with wonder every day like why he clam up to me.”

Fara just smiling and she makes a speech,

“Wake up girl. This is the real world. You’re not a part of a Disney Princess who will be with a prince charming, wealthy, handsome, and emotionless man.”

Mai sobbed…

“Is it wrong if I just want to be happy?”

and finally Ana taking a part of this discussion,

“I know you have a falling love and one second later you just fall apart. You’re not the center of the world. Do you really never feel happy when you with him? sure? even once time? I feel like you don’t get what you need: attention. And then you feel your existence is not considered and this is your ‘selfish’ side. You feel defeated just because you’re not the number one. And you feel guilty about your decision.”

And my bad, I can’t take apart with their discussion. Maybe they are will be by my side until I’m dying. Sometimes these kids can make me laughing and then crying with helplessness. Perhaps, these kids to remain me that I have childishness. Especially Mai, when someone neglects me, she will yelling “You’re not worthy of everything in the world.” As a “grown-up” I have to be careful with them. Even though they need attention.

#1 Anak Kecil di Dalam Kepalaku 

Today's IngramSpark Writing Challenge is to share my "favorite books on writing" on social media. Here are a few books on writing that I've enjoyed enough to keep on my shelves... #30daywritingchallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/B--vcVtg0tb/?igshid=1e1ezoz6c3qsa

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#7 List 10 songs that you’re loving right now.

Writing about favourite songs or the songs I’ve been listening to is something that quite personal for me. But here they are.

Julie Andrews - My Favorite Things

Tulus - Monokrom

Eva Celia - A Long Way

Honne - Me & You

Kunto Aji - Rehat

Kunto Aji - Mercusuar

J. Cole - Change

J. Cole - She’s Mine Pt.1

Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love

Stevie Wonder - Overjoyed

30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge!

What is up everybody? (hehe lil reference snuck in there)

So, throughout April I’m going to try a 30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge, about Sanders Sides, obviously. If you have any prompts that you want me to do, please send them to my inbox and I’ll try my best to get to them all! In your submissions, please include the prompt and the ship/s or characters you want me to write about, and if you want it to be fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, etc.

I will be accepting:

- Ships (all except for r3mr0m)

- Platonic relationships

- General prompts

I won’t be accepting

- nsfw prompts

- prompts involving p3dophi1ia or inc3st, or any other topics like that

And that’s about it!

Don’t stress about spamming, you can send as many prompts as you want.

Go nuts! I love you all <3

Day 8

Share your celebrity crushes

*smirks* 

SYDNEY SWEENEY - WIFE MATERIAL 

I would love to love her daily. She is an absolute doll, and I will never let her go as my lesbian crush. 

ELIZABETH GILLIES - THE TYPE THAT CAN USE ME AND I’D BE FINE

low key please murder me 

SOPHIE COOKSON - AWAKENING MY LESBIAN FANTASIES WITH THERAPISTS 

seriously shes so fucking mmmpff

Stealing your snacks

30 Day Writing Challenge 3. Finding out they stole your snacks Trent Alexander Arnold Word Count: 547 You walked downstairs after coming out of the bath, in desperate need of a snack. "Where are you?" you shouted loudly, enough for Trent to hear.

"Urgh where are they, all I wanted was some doughnuts and chocolate buttons. Some idiot has stolen them" you screamed out loud as you turned around and watched Trent standing there watching you. As you span around a small smile appeared on his face. "Wipe that smirk off of your face right now Trent Alexander Arnold" you sternly told him as you slammed the cupboard door. "Oh sorry, just you were shouting and I had to see what all the fuss was about?" you crossed your hands across your large stomach. "Someone ate my food and I am absolutely starving, this baby is throwing off my hormones and I cried earlier because I was watching a sad advert about all those dogs that nobody wanted and oh- fuck I'm going again" you muttered as you wiped a stray tear from your now tear stained cheek. "What's up with you today?" Trent asked. "I wanted some snacks and I find out that they have all disappeared" you huffed loudly. "Hey, calm down if you huff and puff anymore you will blow the house down" Trent muttered with the biggest smirk on his face. "Oh aren't you hilarious, excuse me?" you pushed past him as you made your way to the sofa. "Are you really in a mood with me because your chocolates are missing?" Trent asked, biting his tongue as he waited for your answer. "Yes I am. I was in the mood for them and you've eaten them. I am so annoyed with you" you moaned. "Who says I ate them?" Trent asked as you looked up at him as he stood over you. "I don't remember eating them?" you replied. "Babe, you ate them last night when you got up from your nap and said that you were hungry." Trent tried his best not to laugh. "Oh, yeah. Sorry for accusing you, fuck these moods are so weird. I can't cope with how this pregnancy is making me feel" you ran your hands through your hair as Trent gently crouched beside you. "Hey it is okay angel, I promise you will buy you some more snacks. It is okay that you're feeling like this, you're carrying our baby and I am so amazed at how well you are handling this" Trent leaned in and kissed you. "Trent please don't make me cry, I see you are being nice to ignore the fact that I am an absolute mess and I am sat here crying over chocolates that this fatty ate" you let out another laugh. "Come here baby, you're not fat shut up. Come on, I promise I will get you more okay? stop with the tears, little man is making you so hormonal" he wiped your tears yet again. "Sorry" you whispered quietly as he pulled you in for a cuddle. "We have how many weeks left of this hormonal mess Trent" you smirked as you were interrupted by the doorbell. "I don't care as long as my little man is cooking in there" he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently before getting up to answer the door.

Memori (bagian 2)

Setelah dijelaskan tiga kali, Sam akhirnya paham. Ada kondisi fisik yang berubah pada DVD setelah data dimasukkan. DVD yang masih baru hanya berisi permukaan datar saja. Tidak ada data yang bisa dibaca. Namun ketika data diisi, entah berupa gambar atau suara, terjadi perubahan fisik pada DVD tadi. Adanya perubahan fisik berupa lubang tadi membuat komputer mengenali bahwa ada data yang disimpan. Dan dengan hitungan tertentu, data itu bisa dibaca dan ditampilkan ke dalam bahasa yang dimengerti oleh manusia.

“Jika sudah paham konsep penyimpanan yang dibuat manusia, kita bisa lanjutkan membahas otak kita.”

Sam hanya mengangguk. Otaknya serasa panas karena mendapatkan pengetahuan baru.

“Yang menjadi rumit adalah susah untuk mengetahui bentuk data seperti apa yang diproses oleh otak kita. Jujur, Sam. Aku juga belum sepenuhnya paham.”

“Bagaimana dengan sel di otak?” Sam masih penasaran.

“Soal itu saintis sudah mengetahui bagian mana dalam sel yang bekerja saat otak kita mengingat sesuatu. Masing-masing bagian pada otak memiliki fungsi yang berbeda-beda. Ada otak bagian depan yang menyimpan ingatan jangka pendek, ada hippocampus yang menyimpan ingatan jangka panjang dan berbagai titik lain.”

“Saat otak menerima informasi, ada koneksi elektromagnet yang terjadi antar neuron atau sel otak kita. Ada perubahan koneksi yang terjadi antar neuron. Yang jadi pertanyaan adalah apa bentuk data yang diterima oleh sel ini? Bagaimana membedakannya? Ini yang agak sulit untuk dijawab.” Kania akhirnya menutup penjelasannya.

“Aku tambah pusing, Kania. Pertanyaanku malah justru bertambah banyak.”

Mereka akhirnya menyudahi diskusi. Selain matahari sudah separuh tenggelam, Sam sudah pusing dan Kania yang cukup frustrasi karena harus menjelaskan berkali-kali. Mereka berjanji akan bertemu lagi untuk membahasnya di kemudian hari. “Inilah dunia yang kita hadapi, Sam. Akan ada terus pertanyaan yang muncul dari diri kita saat kita mendapat pengetahuan baru.”

My first love

Day3 di sana, day 19 di sini.

1.

Aku pernah jatuh, samar-samar jenisnya.

Entah jatuh cinta, entah jatuh suka.

Setelah berlalu, baru sadar sesuatu.

Jatuh kagum ...

adalah kesimpulan yang diberikan waktu.

2.

Katanya cinta pertama itu bapak.

Tidak, sulit sekali merasakan hal berbeda.

Yang jatuhnya pada orang asing,

bagaimana coba?

Bapak kan, tidak begitu asing, kami 1 DNA.

3.

Lama aku menggali, mencari siapa gerangan,

yang pernah kejatuhan rasa apa banget deh itu.

Tak kunjung bertemu jawab.

Sepertinya ... aku tidak pernah jatuh cinta.

4.

Mungkin, itu juga yang membuat berkecamuk isi kepala

Bagaimana rasanya mencintai?

Bagaimana rasanya dicintai?

Kok bisa, dua insan yang tadinya bukan siapa-siapa,

Berubah menjadi saling lebih dari seluruh siapa.

5.

Saling terpikat, saling mengikat.

Menjatuhkan percaya tanpa syarat,

dan rasa dengan begitu khidmat.

Kata teman sejawat,

"Kamu hanya akan tahu jawabannya

setelah kamu mengalaminya."

6.

Bisa jadi, aku yang terlalu hati-hati

untuk menjatuhkan hati.

Barangkali, aku memang hanya ingin satu.

Yang menjadi pertama sekaligus terakhir,

dalam menemukan sosokmu.

Writing Challenge: Day 1

(This was sparked by listening to the song Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos.)

The sun blackens my brow and the backs of my hands. I am the last born son of my father, sprouted from a rugged people made of salt and sun, rock and suffering. I sweat and wander the land of my fathers, caring for the animals, smelling of dung. I am no one, but when I lay down among the fields and the animals and the buzzing insects, I sing to God. But what no man on this earth knows is that when I sing, God listens. 

A man comes one day. He places his oil-dipped hands on my head and he tells my father that God has chosen me. My father says nothing. When the man leaves, I find my mother in the women’s tent. She weeps, her tears as bitter as Seder herbs. I take her hands, my hair still gleaming with the oil from the strangers hands. “Elohim has blessed me, Mama. I am to be a great man. Why do you cry?”

“My boy,” she sighs, “my sweet boy. The men that Elohim makes great have always faced great suffering.” 

I look into her dark eyes, eyes that are my first memory. “I am not afraid to suffer for my Lord, Mama.” 

“No boy,” she shakes her head sadly. “Elohim saves that fear for a mother’s heart.” She kisses my forehead tenderly and sends me back to the fields. I do not dwell long on her tears, the foolishness of an old woman.

I am David, and one day I will be king to a holy nation. 

So, I found this 30 Day Writing Challenge on Pinterest and I think it’s a nice idea. Since I’m lacking of finishing things I start, I think this writing challenge might be a good way for actually doing somethin and finishing it.

I will do this during september (starting in 3 days^^ ), so if you think I might bother you with it, mute #30daywritingchallenge and you’ll be free from my coming posts =)

Anyway, feel free to join and do this challenge! =)