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I am currently addicted to thriller novels. The book I recently finished to read was The Girl on the Train (TGT). This is the second book after The Husband’s Secret . And I would like to have another one like them. What I love about thriller novel is the fast pace, the twists and that kind of something that could make me read near couple hundreds page in a day. It made me wondered about how the story would be ended, thinking whether who the suspect is, and how did the murdered happen. It is filled up my mind all day long. So TGT basically is a story about a murdered of a charming lady, Megan Hipwell, a wife to Scott Hipwell. She founded died mysteriously burry in an awful condition during rainy days. Meanwhile, Rachel Watson, a woman who struggles with her alcoholic issue, claimed that she knows something about Megan which could be helped the investigation through her death. The interesting point is, Rachel was recognized Megan because their house...

Aku membayangkan hidupku sebagai seorang perempuan dan ibu rumah tangga yang kesehariannya sibuk dengan banyak hal. Sibuk dengan pesanan kue-kue lezat, sibuk mengantar anak-anak sekolah, sibuk memasak untuk mereka. Saat petang, aku sibuk dengan kehangatan antara ibu dan anak-anaknya. Di akhir pekan, kami akan pergi menghabiskan waktu bersama. Mungkin juga jajan es krim favorit. Atau membeli seiris cake cokelat yang sebetulnya bisa kubuat sendiri. Pada liburan yang agak panjang, kami akan mengunjungi saudara-saudara yang rumahnya cukup jauh. Tentu kami juga akan menginap di rumah Eyang untuk satu-dua malam dan merasakan masakan Eyang Putri yang selalu kami tunggu. Semua bergembira. Malamnya semarak suara anak-anak mereda. Tubuh-tubuh mungil itu mendekap Eyangnya mesra. Ada satu momen yang sangat kami nantikan di antara hari-hari selama satu tahun: Idul Fitri. Selama sebulan, hidupku akan jauh lebih sibuk. Aku akan bangun di sepertiga malam dan memasak sahur untuk ...

I want chocolate. A big shiny bar with your lips flavour in it. I want chocolate and a cake. A fluffy slice contains your hugs in our bed. I want tea, bitter but lighter. I said I wanted to stargaze sometime. So that I could slip my hands into your arms. I would drive you home, even if it's two hours long. I want our wit talk never ends. About your favorite places, your favorite authors. About the way you love me. About how I would spend the rest of my life. Then you pretended asleep. The room filled with laughs and tickles. I want small cotton candy. A blue one with a moustache grip. We'd shared and talked with our mouth full. I want ice cream. A warm one that could melt my ex's heart. I want something tasty. Like your cheesy jokes when we were first met. Like your hopeful song, you wrote for me dearly.[]

"Jadi yang namanya komunitas sosialis itu, seperti yang sudah-sudah..." Diskusi yang baru saja dimulai berlangsung ramai. Seseorang bertanya dan seorang lagi yang duduk jauh dari pembicara menimpali. Aku membuang pandangan ke luar sana, di mana sinar mentari masih gagah di pukul tiga sore ini. Musim panas hadir kembali. Kemarin Bapak menelpon dan bilang sebagian sawahnya mulai digerogoti hama jenis baru. Padi yang sekarat karena hama adalah biasa, namun bagaimana Bapak berjuang untuk menyelamatkan hamanya itu yang jadi persoalan. Ibu jelas tak bisa membantu lagi. Sementara yang mereka punya di kota ini hanya aku dan adikku.   "Mbak, sego kuning e siji." Aku tersentak. Di dalam semua tertawa riuh sekali. Aku berjualan makanan secara ilegal; tidak berijin pada pihak fakultas dan keliling saja sesuka hati. Tiap hari yang kubawa ada sekitar lima puluh jenis kue basah dan makanan yang kubeli dari pasar pagi. Tiap jenis makanan memberi laba antara 500 sampai 1500 r...

I had nothing in my mind about sexual harassment at the workplace, until one day while I was working and had a job conversation with a designer guy at his desk, this man passed through. He gave me that look, to my lower part, and said passionately: nice butt. I was so angry and gave him a silent treatment--which was hell for him because he had to do some tasks with me. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't easy for me to speak up--even though it's possible. It's always possible, but it was hard. He asked for an apology at last. And little did I know he did it too to some women colleagues back then. He also spanked one of them. I bet he had to face our HRD if he did it to me. On another occasion, when I already moved to my new office , I used to join a team to participate in a national exhibition. Later on, I resigned due to my fragile second pregnancy. And this middle-aged man (who were a member of the team I've mentioned above), suddenly messaged me. At first...

"Ive been a drop out, a nomad, a thief, a shitty student, and a lazy employee." - page 7 Awalnya baca #GirlBoss karena terpantik judulnya yang agak “provokatif”— in a good way. Semacam ada spark of feminism di judulnya. Iyalah, kata “ girl ” dan “ boss ” itu kadang dianggap sebagai dua terma yang berbeda. Sebab dalam dunia patriarkal, yang namanya “ boss ” itu biasanya male oriented . Jadi menjejerkan dua kata itu menurutku menimbulkan rasa yang khas feminis. So that was my first impression about #GirlBoss. Menurutku Sophia Amoruso menulis #GirlBoss dengan sense yang rada nyeleneh. Bahasa tulisnya blak-blakan. As she gonna write “A” if that was she wanted to say. She gonna write “stupid” if that was she wanted to say. Dari sini, rasanya sudah cukup terlihat karakternya dia seperti apa. So basically, #GirlBoss was talk about her online store named NastyGal. No, I never heard that before. No wonder because the online store first appeared on eBay. Sementara aku pa...

Do you know what life is all about? Being grateful. We knew it from the first time. I was a person with nothing at first. Then I got something, a job which actually suit with my pray: I want a job, any job.  Then I wanted another better job. Or back at home which I was called it paradise. Then a better things came.  But God gave me an exam so that maybe I can improve my self-quality. He brought me back home—just like what I wanted before, no? I was enjoying every single thing until He came again to me. Maybe to testified my faith upon Him.  He came again with a bigger, harder exam I have ever been. He taught me as a one-per-one life lesson. But that time, I was alone. He left me with all those things He wanted me to learn.   I fell into my knees million times, stayed awake to those sleepless nights, felt weak and worthless, and those unstoppable cries. And I don’t think I succeeded. Well, it was a magnitude storm, most powerful destruction in my life which ...