Written by Nurel Javissyarqi*
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(Referenced since year 1144 Saka, on a piece of “Serat Pararaton Ken Arok”, who written by Dr. J. Brandes, Mangkudimedja)
I heard that at Daha soon would conduct a party? A young poet asked to the hermit. Yes, the King Dandanggendis will hold a celebration. He invited all Hermits, sages and poets from all over the country he conquered. Daha (Ndoho, now it is a small area in the district of Kediri). Read more… »
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
At the dark night, there was no stars even one or the beauty face of the moon. Ken Angrok with his knight body was riding on black horse, broke through the nature of without shadow. He Attacked forward without any doubt, along with animal’s neigh. Scared to mob of wolf that was usually piercing on the old lime hill. Read more… »
Written by Fakhrunnas MA Jabbar
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
It had so many times cherry tree near the veranda were cancelled to cut off. Yes, I was the one who always maintain it. Even that was after arguing in long way with Imah, my wife. In once time, Imah was right, that the cherry tree was not so leafy just brought about disaster. Long time ago, Fais, our eight year oldest sun, ever been fell after he was hanging on the one of its branches. He sprained and he had to surgical operated in hospital. Yes, that was the first time of idea given by my wife to cut off that cherry tree. With all resistance, apparently the tree could survive. Read more… »
Written by Olyrinson
Translated by Agus B.Harianto
The twilight assaulted that woman at veranda when the sun was very low and hazy that started to go down. The cold wind dropped leafs off and made them wafted to the holes of heaping land’s scratching. The drizzle may be fall soon. That woman rolled her hair and tied it with rubber tier. She just finished to bathe didn’t feel so nervous like that time. Read more… »
By Danarto
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
At a chalk hill which is all around growth by date tree in Town of Jericho, Palestine, three child seem suddenly discontinued their game which at beginning those children were chasing each other. Those three children, each were about twelve years old, were staring at to space. There was something in the sky too interesting in order to be paid attention. A remarkable object was level of, precisely giant stone block, gold color wrapped by orange, was wafting slowly from east direction to the west. A lump of light was more bright than sunshine. Read more… »
Written by Ahmad Thohari
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The bus I took entered Cirebon bus station when the sun almost reached summit of the sky. The stinging sun increased the heat of old diesel engine to roast that bus along with its contents. Fortunately, the bus was not so full that each passenger doesn’t have to stand close one another to have body contact. But on my left side someone used newspaper fan just to blow the smell of sweat trough the air. Behind, the cigarette smoke came out of a man’s mouth that in his half sleepy condition. Read more… »
