Ruang Niskala

Fitri Nurul Aulia 0411 14 039 Last Sunday was my beautiful day ever. Until today, I am still cannot believe ti. I think, it is just a dream.             A week ago, I won a quiz from Star Magazine. Whoever won the quiz, would be invited to Harris J’s home. I was the only one who won that quiz. It was out of my logic. But everyone knew it was true.             On Sunday, at 1 PM,   I got prepared myself. I wore my the best dress with a suitable hijab that I had. The dress was my birthday present which was given by my mother. Moreover, it had blue color. My favorite color. I also wore my the best shoes which was fit in to my dress. I wanted to be perfect in front of my idol. At 2 PM, a car came to my home. It a silver BMW. And I knew that the crews of Star Magazine came to pick me up. The crews took me to Star Magazine’s office first. After that, we finally drove ...

Mama, you told me to this life to paint dreams, You told me to imagine how it seems And yes, I did what you asked me to But I did not understand why there was blue A lot of monsters suddenly came On the time life forced me to end The crow flied over me Sang the death song Mama, I was still holding my dreams’ draft Even I know, I actually turned to a dwarf I was a piece of paper I was written by blood And sorrow in a wood Mama, I was still holding my dreams’ draft I was ready to build a hope Through out of my life With sweat of fight But the coming of those monsters, I was realized that the dreams had over Mama, maybe life wasn’t good enough for me as a little girl So, God asked me to came back; He prepared me a pearl Mama, maybe this world didn’t allow me to paint my colors So to heaven, for them I will grow