Trying to not unplease anyone, I decided to put my future posts about my daily life as private. I dont want to spam your life [your inbox, hihi] with my rants, so this is a win win solution. If I know you and you want to read those, even if you know those will be crappy as hell, comment here. I’ll email you the password through your email in your comment.
xoxo,
Sasha
WARNING FF GALAUNYA ORANG CAPEK AHAHAHA udah punya name tag bagus [pamer pameeerrr kasian yaa yg ngga kebagian name tag bagus *jorokin adis ke ember Solaria*], bando baru, lolipop kiwi yg enak, dan masih pengen yang lain (issh manusia ngga ada puasnya!) bitch stays bitchy meanwhile, enjoy! POV taken from the male character, whoever it is ^_^
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Aku melirik jam tanganku, 11.57 p.m.. Photoshot ini masih belum selesai dan aku hanya bisa menghela nafas berat. Kewajibanku untuk bekerja, untuk menyelesaikan semua yang sudah ditanggungjawabkan kepadaku. Aku harus kembali memasang senyumku dan menghilangkan semua atribut kelelahanku. Aku berdiri di sini, menjalani rutinitasku yang melelahkan.
Dan ketika jam jam melelahkan itu akhirnya selesai, aku mengambil mantelku dan meraih tasku. Setelah mengucapkan selamat malam pada rekan kerja yang lain, aku tersenyum dan meninggalkan lokasi, berjalan cepat menuju tempat di mana sedan putihku terparkir sejak siang.
Like I’ve promised… 
C’est La Vie – EPILOGUE
2o years later…
To Sashi, my angel from God…
Hi little daughter of mine, by the time you read this letter, I’m certainly sure you are smiling from ear to ear now that your wedding is approaching. I’m glad that you finally found a man who sees you for yourself, who sees beyond what everyone sees. Just like what your Appa saw in me when we were married. He’s a lucky man to have you (a so is Appa to have me, right?).
I’m truly sorry that I couldn’t be by your side when you were growing up, but love, I watched you from above. It’s a wonderful view of your life I can see it from here. You are a girl whom I will always feel proud of, the cheerful and bouncy Sashi who loves ice cream and cotton candy. And I know Appa treats you well; I swear I made him to promise that you’d have everything any girl wants. I know he would provide you with the best education, the best facilities, and the best love he could ever give. After all, he is Choi Siwon ^_^
Dear love, with this letter coming to you, a beautiful dress is packaged along. A fine wedding dress I’ve set up for you. This dress is the one I was using when I exchanged my vow to your Appa in the beautiful sea of Aegean. Although I know this is a bit cliché and selfish, I want you to use this dress in your wedding day. It means a lot to me, even after years had passed.
But really, it’s okay if you dont want to. I just want you to be happy in your biggest day. You are the queen—no more being Appa’s princess? Hell no, you are Appa’s eternal little princess—of the day and you could do anything you want.
Sash… be responsible to the decision you had made, to the path you have taken, to the life you have chosen, live a life you want to live. Be happy. Mum will always behere for you and Appa…you will always be his little princess.
Tell him I love him, as much as I love you, Sash.
Love, Mum.
Sashi mengusap air mata yang menggumpal di ujung matanya, bukan karena takut riasan wajahnya akan luntur, sederhana karena ia tidak ingin menangis di hari pernikahannya. Ia tidak ingin mengecewakan siapapun di hari terbesarnya, terutama ibunya. Penulis dari surat lusuh yang ada di tangannnya, surat yang sudah ribuan kali ia baca semenjak ia mendapatkannya dari Appa enam bulan lalu, tepat ketika kekasihnya melamarnya.
Dua puluh tahun sudah berlalu sejak ia kehilangan sosok wanita yang mencintainya lebih dari apapun, bahkan lebih dari hidupnya sendiri sehingga ia berhasil menyelamatkan nyawa Sashi dalam sebuah kecelakaan maut di taman kota. Dua puluh tahun yang panjang yang berhasil ia dan ayahnya lalui dengan sangat tegar karena itulah yang diminta sang ibu.
Air mata kembali menetes di pelupuk mata Sashi.
Suara derit pintu terbuka mengagetkannya. Sashi menolehkan kepalanya ke arah pintu dan melihat sosok pria setengah baya yang masih sangat tampan dengan setelan jas yang melekat pas di tubuhnya. Usia tidak menghilangkan garis garis ketampanan pria itu di masa lalu. Ayahnya masih Choi Siwon yang memikat para wanita, kini dengan wibawa seorang ayah yang terasa kental.
Sashi buru buru mengusap air matanya dan melipat kembali surat itu. “Mum said she loves you—”
“As much as she loves her daughter; you.” Appa memotong perkataan Sashi dan melanjutkannya. Ia terlalu hafal dengan isi surat itu untuk lupa mengutipnya. Choi Siwon tersenyum melihat putri semata wayangnya duduk di depan kaca dengan gaun putih indah dan tudung yang menyertainya. “You look perfect today.”
“I have to,” ujar Sashi dengan cerdik. Ia berdiri lalu memeluk sang ayah, menyesap harum tubuh yang selama dua puluh tahun ini menemaninya. Secercah rasa melodramatis melingkupinya, mengandaikan indahnya momen ini jika ada satu sosok lagi dalam pelukannya. “Mum’s dress is pretty, isn’t it?”
Siwon melepaskan pelukannya dan menatap putrinya lagi, kali ini dengan lebih seksama. Arus kenangan masa lalu membanjiri pikirannya. “Yeah, she designed this herself back then. You know, I feel like flashing back to 24 years ago. You resemble her.”
“You miss her?” Sashi kembali memeluk sang ayah. Setetes air mata turun tanpa peringatan. Dengan suara parau ia berbisik. “I miss her.”
“She’s smiling right now, I know she’s with us,” ucap Siwon dengan unshed tears-nya.
“Appa…” Sashi kembali berbisik. “Thank you for being in love with Mum and had me, being your daughter is the best thing ever happened in my life.”
Siwon tersenyum. Ia melonggarkan pelukannya pada sang putri dan mengecup kening putrinya itu untuk terakhir kali sebelum ia mengikat janji dengan pria pilihannya sebentar lagi. “Thank you for being our daughter. Mum was happy to have you, and you are our best thing ever. I love you too, Sash…”
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That’s all I have for the epilogue ^_^
C’est La Vie – Part 9 END
Ketika membaca suatu dongeng dan menemukan kata ‘happily ever after’, hampir semua orang tersenyum senang lalu dengan perasaan bahagia menutup lembaran buku tersebut. Puas dengan akhir yang manis dan membahagiakan. Lalu mereka meninggalkan cerita itu tanpa ingin tahu apa yang terjadi setelahnya. Beyond happily ever after.
Dan kadang manusia, sepintar apapun mereka, tidak menyadari bahwa kehidupan ini seperti jam pasir yang permukaannya berwarna gelap. Butiran butiran cokelat yang kasar itu akan turun dari sisi atas ke sisi bawah dengan perlahan namun pasti, sampai akhirnya butir pasir terakhir jatuh dan menyisakan sisi atas jam itu kosong. Tapi tidak ada yang tahu kapan jam pasir itu benar benar kosong pada satu sisinya karena dindingnya yang tak tertembus cahaya. Continue reading
I dont know why I develop the plot of this story longer than I planned. But, please enjoy the drama, people!
p.s. Thank you for KeNamGil for writing Elvie, it gives me most of the idea of this part 
Deirdré – part 2
“Dad wouldn’t know, Dad wouldn’t know…” Ia menggumamkan pada dirinya sendiri, berusaha meyakinkan keberanian di dalam dadanya untuk terus maju mengambil permata kecil dalam sebuah kotak kaca di samping singgasana sang ayah. “Dad wouldn’t know, everything will be fine…”
Iara tahu apa yang dilakukannya ini melanggar hukum atlantis. Ia telah mengabaikan perintah ayahnya, menggadaikan kesetiaannya pada dunia yang telah memberikannya kehidupan, juga melanggar kewajibannya sebagai putri atlantis yang seharusnya menjaga kesempurnaan permata suci itu. Tapi ia tidak punya pilihan lain… Bayang bayang Dee yang meratap ke permukaan laut setiap kali malam menjemput memberikannya mimpi buruk.
“Dad wouldn’t know, Dad doesn’t need to know…”
I was going to make this as a one shot, but….I’ve just written not even a half of it and it has reached my oneshot limit u.u I decided to separated the story into several part. Perhaps two, perhaps three. Let’s see n.n meanwhile, enjoy the first part! AND I’M SORRY FOR RUINING THE MYTH AND WHATNOT LMAO!! this is casual-mermaid story :p
Deirdré – Part 1
Matahari sudah kembali keperaduannya dan kini gelapnya malam terbantu oleh cahaya bulan yang bersinar terang. Percikan percikan air laut akibat aktivitas penghuni air asin itu memantulkan cahaya bulan yang indah.
“Iara…” seorang gadis berambut pirang panjang yang beruntai ikal tampak ragu dengan perjanjian yang baru saja dilakukannya dengan sang adik, gadis pirang lain yang berambut lurus.
Sang adik tertawa. Lalu ia menyunggingkan senyumnya yang paling ‘menipu’, sebuah senyum yang selalu ia tunjukkan untuk kejenakaannya. “Shh, Dee, everything will be okay as long as you come back in an hour.”
Dee menatap sang adik sangsi. “Will this last for an hour?”
“Don’t you believe me, your cute little sister?” Iara mengedipkan sebelah matanya genit. “If Daddy ever found out, no one have a word. Copy that, Deirdré?”
“If anything goes wrong, it’s your fault, Iara.” Dengan kalimat terakhir yang disampaikannya pada sang adik, ia menarik nafas panjang dan membuat keputusannya. Ia meminum cairan dalam botol yang tadi diberikan adiknya dan berharap cairan itu bertahan sampai sejam ke depan. Atau akan ada masalah besar yang membuat ayah mereka murka.
Sang adik hanya tertawa. Dee deserves a life to love. Continue reading
Short, unbetaed, unproofread double-drabble that consists gramatical errors, verb confusion, and delusional scenes. If anyone is going to sue me, send away to Tiffany’s front window. You will find someone there swooning over the princess-cut diamond ring with tidy bun, big sunnies, and little black dress :p Dont say you havent been warned, read at your own risk!
reminiscence
Chuck Bass gazed at the ceiling of cheap motel in Paris. He had been in Paris for countless time but this was the first time he actually sleeps in this kind of room. The walls had cracks in most of the surface, the comforter was far from comfort, and he couldn’t even see any paintings or proper flower vase. Let alone any Monet. Nothing in this room could show Chuck’s real taste.
A soft snore from his left arm awakened him from the thought. Chuck glanced at the fragile figure in his embrace and smiled, reminiscing how this smart young lady could change his life. She saved him, Eva Coupeau saved his life.
Perhaps it was love, or perhaps it was just a moral duty, Anything, Chuck felt that being with Eva was something he needs to do after what happened in Prague, after what happened in his suite with Dan’s slimy little limey sister, after what happened in Empire State Building and the peonies he dumped. He thought that with his new identity as Henry Prince, he could start a new better life. As if…
so, okay hello, everyone~
my busy weeks had ended safely, the ‘headaches’ are totally paid off, which reminds me that for two weeks or so, I will be having some time. to write and update my stories, of course n.n I think school won’t be busy until the beginning of my second project this quarter, which i hope not until 2 weeks ahead :p
so so so, while enjoying my spare time, I’ll try to update. this far, as much as I remember, otl I have 3 on-going stories (C’est La Vie, Late Autumn, and A Moment With Fate) and I WILL try to update regularly IN ORDER. As last month I updated C’est La Vie, then Late Autumn, and A Moment With Fate as the last, I’m going to update in this order. Yeah yeah, I know this suck, but I hope, this would help me concentrate in writing. And of course I will write as much as I can, and as much as my mind/body/finger/MOOD want to.
Expect C’est La Vie chapter 9 for the first oh-so-planned-update
And oh, I will post one shot in between. If my brain works properly, be warned that I will post not only one ihihi Till then, have a good mid-week everyone, happy weekend in advance!!
p.s. anyone going to Dufan this monday? :p
