Nobody told me how to be a woman. Except my mother, one and only my "Ibuk". "Buk", "Buk", "Ibuk". She didn't show me how, eventually. I saw, I listened, I spoke, I watched, I felt, and I learned. Everything she did and didn't. We hurt, we were happy. We regret. Still we laughed. I don't know how she faced all things everyday. All of the toughs and the...
It’s a full of sensation with you, sarcasm, skepticism, anger, jealousy, covered with love, passion, laughter, and yes, need to be together. Rumah Kacamu masih di aku. Baru 53 halaman. Apa enaknya membaca dari sudut pandang musuh? Ejaku tersendat, aku tidak bisa menaruh keberpihakan. Pembaca suka membaca karena masing-masing punya protagonisnya. Masa’ toh aku mau memihak Pangemanann, yang sudah mengantarkan sendiri Minke ke...
