L killed someone and i was to cover him up because i was the only one who knew about the murder. we had a painful argument for he wasn’t sure i would be able to keep the secret. i tried to make him understand that he could trust me. in the end, he cried like a baby finally realizing that i was actually the only one he could rely on.
Author: violeteye
Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas was born in Jakarta, 19 August 1979. She studied English Literature in Universitas Indonesia, Depok (2003) and received her masters in The Gothic Imagination from University of Stirling, Scotland (2005).
She is one of the founders of Komunitas BungaMatahari, a mailing list-based Indonesian poetry community that have embraced many poetry enthusiasts with its catchphrase “semua bisa berpuisi” or, roughly translated, “poetry for all”. She is also involved in Selatan, a literary journal, and Paviliun Puisi, a monthly open mic event--both managed by her and her like-minded friends.
She currently resides in Jakarta, trying to find balance between writing and day-to-day living.
Log #7
i was riding a horse on my own for the first time (never even done it in real life!). a friend, who clearly was an expert in horse-riding, was riding another horse. he was really calm but i was terrified. our horses sped between cars on a busy road and funny mine was leading. i felt like i was going to fall so i held on real tight to the horse’s hair.
after a while, we stopped. my friend told me i shouldn’t feel too frightened. as horses were sensitive creatures, i should find myself able to connect with it if i only tried. so, before we moved on, i whispered to my horse, “horsey, just slow down, okay? i’m not used to this and i’m so afraid.”
to my surprise, the horse turned its head and said, “alright. you are safe with me. you don’t need to feel afraid.” i was so shocked i nearly fell. But it lived up to its words and our journey was surprisingly comfortable!
i then arrived at my old highschool to attend my classes. it turned out i was still a student.
Log #6
i was on vacation at a very luxurious hotel with my dad and sis. we were in its shopping arcade when a huge flood suddenly came bursting in. but it wasn’t at all scary, it was fun.
not long after that, we were already heading to a seafood storehouse from the hotel’s terrace. we wanted to shop for some fresh shrimps and fish.
i remember walking past a shark tank, wondering why on earth people would buy fresh and alive sharks.
i met D and P at the storehouse. somehow D decided to kiss a shrimp. we just couldn’t stop laughing.
Log #5
i was back in high school but the people were from today.
peaceful atmosphere. no conflicts. things felt very stable.
can’t remember much, though, except for this: my ex-boyfriend and P were about to walk past me when P suddenly turned to say hello. we then kissed each other’s cheeks.
i woke up feeling really, really strange.
Log #4
i was in quite a spacious room, busy with my laptop. it could be any of all the rooms i had seen before. a queen bed divided the rectangular room and, just like in hotel rooms, a tv set stood exactly opposite the bed. the bathroom was at the far right corner. the entrance door was on my left, opened. the room had a medium-sized window by the door. i don’t remember whether the curtain was drawn or not.
the next thing i knew i was outside, standing in the terrace, panicking. i just got back from somewhere and it seemed like somebody had broken into the room from the ventilation. my friend D was there to help me observe the place. he said, ”it was a witch doctor who came here.” i was so shocked my eyes almost popped out.
then, i went to a church.