My Imagine

  A Collection of Hopes for Aan (A Short Story). Story of the First Aan "Little Robber" Haaaaa, mah ... mah ... there's a sound outside, "I cried in fear, trying to wake my mother. Tonight I regret sleeping too late, because it was fun watching a movie at midnight. I remember ... it's TVRI, one only television program that existed at the time, around the 80s. The sound came back, "Like crying babies cry, chimed in makes women laugh high and soft," I thought sharpened my hearing. The shouting of a neighbor's dog roared long and high, adding to the horror of the night's atmosphere. The sound of crying is very close to my bedroom window. "Ma ... wake up ..." half screamed with panic over me, my body bouncing in a sitting position on my bed. I always turn my head toward the window and the mother in turn, Imagine if the sound moves into this room, making my hands shake your body faster to wake her up. Mama woke up, only briefly he n...

            “Mah,ikan pindangnya kemana?” teriak Denni dari dapur membahana. Mama pun datang tergopoh gopoh menghampiri denni yang tengah memegang piring yang berisi nasi.             “tutupnya kebuka ngak den? Tanya mama nampak khawatir dan ketika melihat posisi piring dan meja tempat makan, mama hanya tersenyum.             “ya sudah den, ambil di dalam panci dapur saja. Ada kucing kepala hitam nih yang ambil pindangnya,” seru mama tersenyum dan geleng geleng kepala, sambil mengambil piring lauk Pindang ikan. Mama dan deni pun segera beranjak ke dapur.             Sekeluarga sudah mengetahui siapa yang disebut kucing kepala hitam. Gelar hebat yang di berikan oleh mama, seperti gelar pada orang suku indian yang di berikan oleh ketua suku atas keberaniannya. Gelarku adalah "kuci...