On Tuesday, 26th April 2013. Still in the city of shrimp, I stepped toward
my beloved room slowly, it was about at 02.30 p.m. I
stood in front of the door and thought as if there was a big blow struck my mind. Because last time, my lecturer gave me a
midterm task, it was about a narrative text. He asked me to make a short story about
Little Red Riding Hood with my version. Confused. Depression.
Frustrated. Those always
I felt when I got it. In my shadow, I would think
very hard to start and finish the story without there were devils that always disturbed me and I hoped I would get the explosion
achievement from all of my sacrifices.
The
reality was not as beautiful with there was in my shadow. At 08.30 p.m. Dizzy.
Headache. Stressed. Those were what I felt at the time. I didn’t know how to get a good plot, what should I write in the first
sentences and what should I complete in my story. I didn’t know all of about it. Those made my head seemed to be broken. Its looked like a ghost that was constantly
haunt me.