EDEN Magazine from EDCOM by Catteleya Wiyogo

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LETTER FROM PRESIDENT

EDITOR’S LETTER 8 SIRIUS AMONG THE STAR

ME AND SUNSHINE

CROSS_CULTURAL ESSAY

EXPERIENCING BRAND NEW THING IN BRISBANE

A MONTH IN MALAYSIA

YOUR LIMITATION CAN”T LIMIT YOURSELF

ONE FINE DAY IN SOLO THE SPIRIT OF JAVA

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Supervisor Ardianna Nuraeni Designer and Illustrator Catteleya K. P Chief Editor Try Kurniawati A. Editors Catteleya K. P Rahma Dhian

Contributor Meilania, Try, Ang, Alhinsa, Catteleya, Dian, Sufina, Arif Budianto, Imron Hizbullah, Anon 1, Anon 2, Anon 3, and Anon 4.

EDEN Magazine is a product of Press Division, English Department Community (EDCOM) of Faculty of Cultural Sciences (FIB), Universitas Sebelas Maret (UNS)

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Letter from Supervisor Proverb “experience is the best teacher” is very popular among us, which can be applied in many aspects of our life, such as in social aspect, political aspect, and also educational aspect. Focusing on its application in the lattest one, “experience” becomes the root of learning process to frame knowledge and plays a vital role in creating individuals who are able to construct series of ideas, which would finally lead us to the term “practice”. In other words, experience and practice are, then, like two-sided coin shaping our capabilities and competencies inseparably. We mature by doing actions (read: experiencing and practicing): taking challenges; making mistakes; and solving problems. Such a maturing process shapes us to become a wise quality figure in a true sense. Students, for instance, undoubtedly need experience and practice during their learning stages within campus life. Doing projects, completing tasks, conducting surveys, observing surrounding phenomena, as well as thinking critically to recent issues are examples of how they gain experience, so that they would not be out of practice at doing something. Experience. How do we gain it? As it is alrady explained and as it is usually defined – something important that we do or that happens to us and it affects us – can surely be gained and felt by taking any opportunities in every inch near us. IT IS priceless. It works only to those who have will to move forward, even if they have to jump, take a step back, sneak, run, or even crawl sometimes. Experience comes as we learn to do different brand new things outside our safe zone bravely. In addition, experience, particularly the good one, can definitely be shared to others for the sake of giving benefecial values of other people’s life. This is like spreading out meaningful life impact to larger member of society, with the final hope of being able to foster betterment of mankind today. This magazine is constructed by presenting experience of those who are involving in the effort to give meaningful values of life to others. It is a work of compilation of English Department students, i.e. individuals who are challenging themselves to become wise individuals with all of their self quality. From this EDEN, you would be able to see and prove that every single part of your life is a real challenge. Some stories are true and very meaningful. They give you motivation to challenge yourself more and more, that is “to EXPERIENCE”. Sincerely, Ardianna Nuraeni (EDCOM Supervisor)

Letter from President First of all, with all thanks and praise to Allah the Greatest, who has given us helps and strengths to finish our magazine, EDEN edition 2018. This magazine could not be done without His blessings and guidance. We would like to thank Ms. Adrianna Nuraeni as EDCOM adviser and Mr. Agus Hari Wibowo as the Head of English Department, who have supported us to finish our work. We also like to appreciate our friends who have contributed their concepts and hard works for this magazine. EDEN has the purpose for all English Department students as an appreciation platform for studentsâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; ability in writing an essay, short story, and many more. Year by year, EDCOM always try the best to publish EDEN magazine with all the team works. In this occasion, everyone who had given their hard works could finally see their masterpiece. Of course, the EDEN team also had a long journey to achieve and complete the magazine, now our team can feel relief after publishing this magazine. We hope that all of the English Department students could enjoy while reading EDEN edition 2018! Best regards, Sufina Nuristiqomah (President of EDCOM)

Letter from Editor After a very long hiatus, finally, EDEN was published. EDEN is one of the mediators to accommodate the creativity of English Department students. First of all, thank to Allah SWT for all His bless and power He gave to us so we can finish this EDEN. We would also like to thank Mr. Agus Hari Wibowo as the head of English Department and Mrs. Ardianna Nuraeni as the EDCOM supervisor who has helped us in the process of production. In the name of English Department Community (EDCOM), FIB, UNS, we would like to appreciate all the participants who have submitted their works to PRESS DIVISION. In this edition, we present you the different amazing experience from different subjects. We already know that experience is the most valuable and priceless thing in our life. We have our own experience. It also impacts us in many ways. The same experience can give a million meanings to each individual. However, experience does not come to us instantly. WE MUST DO SOMETHING. Experience is not something that we should wait for. We have to approach it. It comes when you go outside from your comfort zone and try. We must be brave to try a new thing. Challenge ourselves by doing some projects and missions. The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly, and without fear for a newer and richer experience. To gain experience in life, we must take a lot of time and work hard in addition. Getting experience is not always about our work, but when we get introduced to something new. Our first encounter becomes the beginning of our experience. Experience also makes us mastering our field of interest for a profitable life. Before we gain the value in life or in a particular field of work, at least we have tasted failure before. Failure teaches us a lot of lessons. It encourages us to try again and again, to work harder and harder, and to suffer more and more. By the failures, we learn new lessons. The lessons that we get from failures will lead us to be wiser, smarter, and greater. Those aspects will distinguish the skilled and unskilled person. However, friends, the experience doesn’t necessarily have to be undergone personally but can be learned through the others as well. This EDEN serves the experience from other people that we can learn. The contents will make us more open to the challenges that we may take. The possibility to face a brand new thing is in outside. Jump out from your bed and let’s experience! But don’t forget to share your experience with other people by sending your works to our e-mail pressdivedcom@ gmail.com for the upcoming EDEN. Thank you for being inspirational. Keep up, friends! With love, Chief Editor

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by Meilania

“Sirius, do you know what’s the brightest star in this universe?”

I remember what she asked that night. Her magical smile and cheerful tone she always used. I could still easily remember how much she loved stars and constellations, and on that starry night was not an exception. Ara might be annoying sometimes, but that was what I missed the most from her. Her existence, honestly, made my life not look like black and white anymore. She had added more colors into it, thus my life looked like a beautiful rainbow which people might never notice. Cheesy? I know right. We were on the rooftop at the time, staring at the night sky and the stars over. I did not know the answer so I just simply shook my head. She looked at me surprisedly with her eyebrows rising, it needed about five minutes until she spoke again. “To be honest, you may not know about stars and constellations better than I do. But, how come you don’t know about this one?” she asked again as she stared at me like I was an alien, she always told me that I was originally an alien, though. I said nothing at the time because I really did not talk as too much as she did, people called it the characteristic of an introvert. It might be the reason why she called me a “cool case”, I always responded only about one-third of the whole things she talked about. She was nosy and noisy of anything. She sighed, then took my hand, I was shocked a bit by the electrical sensation I got in a split of a second. However, I let her do it. She took my finger and pointed it to one bright star. No, I saw it was the brightest one among the others. “Look! That’s the brightest star. Do you know? That star is bigger and brighter than the sun.” She pointed at the star excitedly. “Really?” I asked curiously. I just knew that there are still things bigger and brighter than the sun, she noticed that I was interested to hear, so she continued more excitedly. “Oh, I can’t believe I can see the star here, that one rarely appears.” She seemed very happy. I just smiled and asked her “What’s the name?” “Sirius, do you seriously not know what that star is?” she asked once again.

“Yeah. Kinda.” I answered shortly, confused.

“It’s you.” She smiled.

“What do you mean?” I was more confused by her answer.

“Listen, Sirius has been my favorite star. It shines and makes me feel warm every time I think about it. This blue star reflects infinity.” She replied. Even though my name is Sirius, I never knew before that my name is also a name of a star, even the brightest one.

“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.” She added as staring at the stars.

“How so?” I asked and followed her stargazing.

“Well, when you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.” She answered. I remained silent. It was so quiet that we sank into our each deep thought. After a long silence, she turned her body and faced me. I looked into her sparkly eyes. “Sirius, promise me that you’ll always shine for me.” She said weakly, with that pale face. I smiled bitterly, I knew that was our last stargazing. She asked me to accompany her staring at the stars for the last time before she ended her suffering. The heart cancer which made her not able to enjoy the night stars until her old age. I nodded, then I hugged her very tightly. She would never know that this cold man was crying in the deepest of his heart. She would go away to an unreachable place and would never come back. She told me that I was such a star, but the truth was her, the one who was like that. Look reachable but the fact is impossible. So, here I am again, under the gloomy night sky years after Ara had left it. I am writing to the stars, to whichever seeing Ara in that very far place.

“Ara, if only you knew that I wish you longer here. If only you realized that I love you over this time. If only you understand that it hurts me to the bones, to see you being hurt. If only you knew that if you can’t see all of these stars after it, I can shine as a star for you. ‘Cause I know how much you loved Sirius”

“Do you know what’s the brightest star in this universe? It’s you.” – Ara.

Me and Sunshine

I’m dreaming about me and sunshine Walking and watching the stars above us, so beautiful We’re dancing under the midnight skies The grass tickle my bare feet The sunshine spins me around Until I can’t feel my feet Then catches me with warm arms Picked me a wild flower, My wild flower I always dreamt all these night The sunshine’s telling me to close my eyes Then I’m waking up on my bed There, my sunshine stares at me Through the window.

-s.n, 2018

A Comparison article between Indonesian Folktale “Timun Emas” and Japanese Folktale “Momotaro” by Catteleya A folktale is a traditional short story which is spread orally and still exists until today. Folktale has a moral value which is representation of the good and bad attitudes or experience that can give value. Folktales are developed in each society in the past. Every country has their different folktales. It makes them have their uniqueness characteristic culture. Some folktale around the world has similarity with other folktales from the different country. East Asian especially Chinese, Korea, and Japan have similarity in their cultural background with South-east Asian country such as Indonesia (Wardarita, R & Negoro, G, 2017). The folktale is one of oral folklore genre. Folklore is tradition believe or culture (Zaidan, 2007:74). Folklore is a part of collective culture including art, etiquette, behavior and ancestor culture that passed from generation to generation (Danandjaja, 2002:2). Indonesian folklore divided into three groups: myth, legends, and folktale. The myth is a story that happens in another world with a fictional setting with Gods and mythical creatures that believed as a historical story that happens in the past. Legend is a story that happens in the past and believed as the origin of some event or place. The folktale is a fictional story that not really happen and has a purpose to entertain. Japanese folktale called minwa/mukashi banashi or fairy tale. Japanese folklore also divided into three groups: myth, legends, and folktale but they have a different name, they are called shinwa, densetzu, and mukashi banashi (Danandjaja: 1997:70). Indonesian folktale from Central Java, “Timun Emas” or “The Golden Cucumber” has similarity with Japanese folktale “Momotaro” or “Peach Boy”. They have the same plot and other similarities. Timun Emas born from cucumber and Momotaro born from Peach, then they fought Ogre or Troll or Buto or Monster. This paper will discuss comparative of cross-culture in “Timun Emas” and “Momotaro”. The cross-culture that will be discussed in this paper including characters verbal behavior, characters myth, symbol and belief, the main character in their social organization system, and character achievement at the end of the story.

Character verbal behavior between Japanese and Javanese quite familiar, for example, the language level that used when talked to older people or respected person. Character verbal behavior in Momotaro can be explained by the conversation between Momotaro and his father where he used more refined and respectful language or manner. In Momotaro, Momotaro told his father directly what he really wants, even though he still use respectful language to his father. While in Timun Emas, mbok Srini few times lied to Buto Ijo that Timun Emas is not in a good condition to be eaten. This is an example of the verbal behavior of Javanese because Javanese usually allowed lied for a good reason or purpose. In other words, Javanese didn’t tell directly or implicitly tell their intention. Characters myth, symbol, and belief in both folktales is similar but still, there are few differences between those folktales. Javanese and Japanese believe that there are creatures that come from another world, even though they have the different name in both languages, for example, Buto and Tenggu or troll (Rahmah). The differences in myth and believe in both folklore is from the origin of Momotaro and Timun Emas. Momotaro comes from the heavens because his parents are good people and always pray to God to be descended, while Timun Emas comes from cucumber seeds given by Buto Ijo because of mbok Srini and Buto Ijo agreement. Then in Timun Emas, mbok Srini comes to Pertapa for help and get jimat from Petapa. The differences between both of the folktale are Japanese still affected by Shinto belief and Buddhist belief in Japan that makes them didn’t admit anyone who had the power which could help their problem, but they would only pray in the temple (Wardarita, R & Negoro, G, 2017). Javanese that affected by animism and dynamism believe that makes them still believe in sentajimat and supernatural spirits and depend on humans such as Pertapa or other creatures that they believed have the power to help them. Javanese and Japanese culture have the same cultural elements viewed by their social organization system, they use patriarchy system. The main character in their social organization system based on both folktales were different. In Japan, most of the main character of the folktale is a man or a boy while in Indonesia folktale, especially Javanese main character is more variation some men and some women (Rahma). In Japanese folktale, the main character usually has a special power or come from the heaven or have some mission to change the world, or in some folktale, the main character goes to the heaven or become the hero. In some of the Javanese folktales, same cases found but still have differences. Mostly Javanese folktales are not complex because of the mindset of the people is still simple so, the folktale is simpler than Japanese folktale. Character achievement, the result of their fight with trolls were different. This is the representative of their culture about what will they achieve if they want something. In Momotaro’s story, his achievement is wealth and social status in his community because he fought monster as a devotion to his country. In Timun Emas her achievement is living happily ever after because he fought the monster to escape from her mother agreement with Buto Ijo. In Japanese culture, the social status is very important and the culture to protect and defend their country from other creature is also important, Momotaro is one of the examples of what would Japanese people get if they work hard. Folktale can be a representation of a certain culture but from one culture with another culture from the different countries have some similarities, for example Indonesia and Japan. They have many similarities and differences that make their culture unique. Timun Emas shows that Javanese people at that time still affected by animism and dynamism belief, they’re more equal between men and women and their mindset is still simple. Momotaro shows that Japanese people at that time already affected by Shinto and Buddhist beliefs, they’re more focus on men power and authority and the mindset is more rational and logic. Reference Danandjaja,J. (1997). Folklore Jepang: Dilihat dari Kacamata Indonesia.Jakarta. Danandjaja, J. (2002). Folklore Indonesia. Jakarta. Oktaviani,D. (2006). Cerita Rakyat Nusantara. Jakarta. Rahmah, Y. (2007). Studi Komparatif Struktur Cerita dan Latar Budaya Dongeng Timun Emas (Indonesia) dan Dongeng Sanmai No Ofuda (Jepang) (Master’s thesis).Retrieved from https://www.scribd.com/doc/75914204/Yuliani_Rahmah Theodora, O. The Japanese Fairy Book. Retrieved from http://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Japanese_Fairy_Book/Momotaro,_or_the_Story_of_the_Son_of_a_ Peach Wardarita, R & Negoro, G. (2017). A Comparative Study: The Folktale of Jaka Tarub ( Indonesia) and Tanabata (Japan). The Journal of Advances in Langage and Literary Studies. 8(6), 6. Retrieved from http://www.journals.aiac.org.au/index.php/alls/article/view/3998&ved=2ahUKEwiD_5u09uvbAhUEQH0KHXTSCygQFjAAegQIABAB&usg=AOvVaw2e-vS9h0ka-AWFt-Yh-1PX Zaidan, Abdul R. Dkk. (2007). Kamus Istilah Sastra. Jakarta

Experiencing brand New Things in Brisbane

Fajar, one of the participants in Internship Program 2018 Brisbane Australia, took photo at UIL.

The one participant of four weeks enrichment and study tour programs, Fajar Dwi Pramana Aji, visited Australia from August 29 until September 18, 2018. Alhinsa, Catteleya, and Try Kurniawati A. interviewed him about the experience of an internship in Australia. Why did you decide to join the Internship Program in Brisbane, Australia? The Internship program is a collaboration between UNS (Universitas Sebelas Maret) and UIL (Union Institute of Language) to give students better vision and to understand the development of business and education in Australia, especially in Brisbane. The reason why I joined this program was to experience living abroad in the English community. I want to practice my speaking skill and to get a better understanding of how business and education in Australia.

What can you share about your experience when you were there? In Australia, I learned about how Australia schools run their school not only for education but also for business. When I joined the program, Mr. David, one of the co-chairmen of Indo-Australia business, brought us to the Brisbane CBD (Central Business District) and told about how business in Brisbane work, such as how to start a business, the requirements to start a business, and the reason why there are only limited staffs. I think my best experience when I was in Brisbane CBD, there was a restaurant, the famous one, and it only has three staffs who work very efficiently. The restaurant only has a cashier, a waiter, and a cook, but they served us well. They didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t take a long time to serve the cuisines to the customers. I think Indonesia could learn from Australian systems that prefer quality than quantity. What has the program done to promote UNS? This program was the first collaboration of UNS and UIL. As an initiator, we have to make sure the program would go well so there will be other collaborations between UNS and UIL. For example, we can teach in UIL classes about Indonesian culture; Javanese, traditional dance, etc. What should English Department students do to join a similar program? If you want to go abroad, there are a lot of scholarships that you can apply from the partially until fully funded. In my case, I got a partially funded scholarship. You can search the information on the websites or by checking the information from the UNS International Office. The staffs of the UNS International Office will help you experience new things.

A month in Malaysia by Imron Hizbullah

“Alhamdulillah… my dream comes true for real!!!” that was the sentence that came from my mouth automatically when I received the announcement of the delegates who would fly to Malaysia, as the mission of “Student Exchange” held by Faculty of Cultural Science. I am one of those lucky students. I still couldn’t believe what the head of my department said that I was chosen, until I asked for twice. One thing that I remembered the most was, I left his room with a big smile and wonderful imagination of my student exchange.

On September, 4 2017, 16 students were gathered at Adi Sumarmo airport for the flight to Malaysia. Honestly, it was my first flight ever. Excitement, curiosity, and spirit were covering me that day. Did I feel shame? My friends did. After passing all the checking requirements and delaying for almost two hours, we could enter the plane. For a moment I thought, “Can this thing really fly? I am worried”. While listening to the crew explained the safety procedures, I felt the airplane started moving. It was fast continuously until I saw the banners outside the window got sloped. “Uwoooowww…. This giant iron eagle flies for real”, I said unconsciously. After that, I was totally hypnotized by the panorama of Million tons cotton spreading unlimitedly. After almost three hours flying in the sky, we arrived at Kuala Lumpur International Airport. We were picked up by the team from Akademi Pengajian Melayu (APM), University of Malaya. We went to the lodging room where we would live in for a month. Our main mission in APM, University of Malaya was to study exchange. Unfortunately, the first week we were there, the college was still on holiday session. However, we were greeted by the teachers and staffs there. We got private class during the first week in order to open up our mind about the background knowledge we were going to learn. The subjects were Malay Literature, Malay Linguistic, Malay Culture, History of Malay, and anything about Malay. The class was once a day and only two hours. So, what did we do after that? We explored the city of Kuala Lumpur. Kuala Lumpur is a metropolis where the infrastructures were built successfully. Public transportation like Mass Rapid Transit (MRT), Light Rail Transit (LRT), Monorail, and others support the daily mobility of the people. I loved going everywhere by those trains; fast, accurate, and comfortable. Sometimes I could run from the back to the front, but sometimes I got no space to move. The Twin Tower as the icon of Malaysia were impressed me deeply. They were exactly the same and beautiful. Masjid Jamek, Masjid India, and Masjid Negara were the calmest place to pray. China town, Little India, and Arabic Market were proving the multi-ethnicity people which live together peacefully. It is a business city where promising easy getting jobs. I ever asked a Grab driver about his income per month, he told that he could receive 2000 ringgits or more than six million rupiahs a month. “Probably, I need to move here,” I thought. Overall, everything was good and memorable.

Studying at APM was something new for me, not only because of the language but also the subjects. There was something interesting in the subject of Malay Culture (I forgot the exact name). The teacher told us that all South East Asians were considered as Malay, including Java, Madura, Batak, Sunda, Betawi, and all Indonesian tribes. I refused that statement and started the debate. However, I gave up when the teacher explained the theory of Malay people. Other subjects were quite interesting and we could get the brand new knowledge. Moreover, we conducted some researches as the main task of the program. We usually went to the library to get the sources. We amazed by the library because it was almost three times bigger than our campus library. There were so many valuable books that I never saw before. I wish I could stay longer.

The formal classes were only 2 weeks that started from the second week of the program. On the weekends we adventured not only inside Kuala Lumpur, but also another city like Melaka. Melaka was the city where Malaysia began and developed. The atmosphere told me that as the port city, Melaka had a long story for spreading Islam a few centuries ago. From Melaka, I could meet a beautiful mosque at the edge of Melaka strait named Masjid Selat Melaka. When I got there it was in the afternoon. The breeze greeted us softly and made me fall in love so quickly. On the third and the last week of our program, we started to focus on our research and our fascinating show as the farewell party. The class that we attended on was no longer activated. We preferred to go to the library to seek some sources or to stay at lodging house to prepare the show. The show performed some Indonesian traditional dances and martial art. I got the chance to show my skill in practicing Indonesian martial art, Pencak Silat. We only have one week to make sure the show would be perfect. Actually, the show was used for the opening of the international colloquium that was held by APM. When the day came (two days before leaving), we did our best. We got hundreds of applause that made us happy. We were so proud because we could promote Indonesian cultures to the world. One month completely passed and we should go back to Indonesia. We had gathered all the moments in one memorial book that we would never forget. All the experience of knowing the new culture, new people, and new place was the best teachers that motivate me to develop myself. Even though Malaysia hypnotized me for a month, Indonesia is still in my heart.

Slamet Widodo sells iced milk tea on his modified motorcycle.

Your Limitation Can’NOt Limit Yourself by Alhinsa and Try K

In front of ATM center, west side of Prakoso building, we can see a unique motorcycle that is modified with a wheelchair. The motorcycle is used by a “super” man named Slamet Widodo, to sell his special iced milk tea. Milk tea is a famous Indonesian beverage. It is made by blending tea and milk together. Nowadays, it is a favorite drink around teenagers and students. In Universitas Sebelas Maret (UNS), we can easily find iced milk tea added with jelly. Slamet Widodo when he was three years old, he was infected by polio virus which made his legs paralyzed. He used to do all his activities on his wheelchair. He came from Gunung Kidul, Jogjakarta. He moved to Surakarta because he wanted to get an education in YPAC (a school for disabled people). He studied there for nine years until his middle school. Unfortunately, at that time the school did not provide the high school, so his parents decided to enroll him at a public high school, SMA Negeri 5 Surakarta. His disability did not inhibit him to study at university. After graduating from high school, he entered the Special Education Department, at the Faculty of Teachers Training and Education (FKIP), UNS. He has the motivation to inspire the other disabled people to get the higher education. He said that the program study is matched well with his background and his goals. Although he is disabled, he finished his study and got the Bachelor of Education degree. On the other hand, his condition could not support his goal to be a teacher. He was forced to give up his dream because almost the school institutions that he had been applied for, could not accept him due to his disability. However, he believed that he could do something else. He wants people to be more open-minded about disabled people. Seven months ago, he opened his own business “iced milk tea”. He proves that the disabled people are independent and can produce something.

His disability could not limit his desire to be productive. Every day he sells around 150 cups of iced milk tea. He said that the income from selling the milk tea had been enough to cover his family needs and pay his two children’s school tuition, Talitha Nadaa’ Jannatul Firdaus and Khoirul Azzam Nasywa Al - Firdaus. His business has motivated UNS students to be an entrepreneur by reselling his products. He already has two resellers from FKIP and Faculty of Mathematics and Science (FMIPA) students. Every day they can sell 200 cups of milk tea. His business was built by the trust. He priories the resellers from UNS students because he can trust them. “When they resell my products, I allow them to take the tea first and pay to me after the tea was sold,” he said. A lot of people love his milk tea. His customers are various from the academic community of UNS. Not only students, moreover the rector of UNS, his former teacher in the college, Ravik Karsidi, had ever bought his iced milk tea. One of his customer, Aprella, a student of UNS, said that she often bought the milk tea because of the variant flavors of the milk tea that were offered by Widodo. “So many milk tea out there, but his milk tea is different. He is the first who sells the milk tea in four different tastes; original, thai tea, choco, and green tea. It is good because I won’t get bored of them.” He tries to change the stereotype about disabled people. People should more appreciate and respect other people who have the disability. On the other hand, disabled people should be braver and confident to express and do something without any hesitation about what other people said. “This life is a mandate. God trusts us to live in this life.” he added, “Protect it. He knows what you need. So, do the best as you can and He will give you more than what you have done.”

One fine day in Solo the Spirit of Java by: Dian

It started with a simple offer by Muthia, “Would you come to our welcoming party for new students of English Department this Saturday?”. Unfortunately, Mrs. Fischer could not make it. Since she was a guest lecturer in our major, she had another agenda already. Then, she asked us instead, “Why don’t you guys take me around the town next Saturday?”. Without thinking twice, Muthia, Ayu, Alvina, and I agreed. Yay! We are going to explore Solo! D-day We actually had planned some special destinations to go to on that day such as Pasar Gede, Keraton Surakarta, Selat Mbak Lies, and Kauman Batik Village. So, we decided to gather before 9 a.m. in UNS Inn where she stayed during her business in Indonesia. Mrs. Helga Fischer came and was ready with her scarf and summer hat. With a smile curved on her face, she greeted each of us with a warm hug. 1st destination : Pasar Gede

That was actually our first time visiting this traditional market even though we had been living in Solo for years. Thus, we were as excited as Mrs. Fischer was to explore this market. Pasar Gede is known for its Es Dawet Telasih and Indonesian traditional spices. Mrs. Fischer seemed curious about many things, especially about spices. So, we walked around the market and visited one seller to another. We did not forget to ask the names of spices to the sellers, so we could learn a lot. Well, since the sellers could not speak English, we were translating everything the sellers told us about the spices and then explained it to Mrs. Fischer. Mrs. Fischer said that she loved cooking, so she asked us to accompany her again on Wednesday to buy some spices to bring back to Berlin. Before we headed to the next destination, she treated us some bowls of ‘Es Dawet Telasih’- traditional drink of Solo which consists of black sticky rice, basil seeds, fermented sticky rice, small pieces of jackfruit, melted brown sugar, and coconut milk. 2nd destination : Keraton Kasunanan The online taxi we ordered took us to Keraton Surakarta. As we just got there, we saw an ‘Es Potong’ street vendor, we told Mrs. Fischer that it was our childhood snack. She said that she did not like ice cream at first but after tasting one durian-flavored Es Potong, she changed her mind and fell in love with the ice cream. Next, we were going to explore the palace but sadly the palace was closed due to renovation, so we were only able to enter the museum together with the tour guide. We learned a lot of new things there, such as the family tree of Pakubuwono, the culture in that era, the ceremonial properties, the history of Keraton, and many others. We could not help but laughing when we saw Mrs. Fischer tasting Bilimbi – a very sour fruit – which was planted near the holy well or Sendang, her expression was so cute. Mrs. Fischer was interested in many new things, she paid Rp5000 for washing her face with water from the holy well. It was so fun there but three of us–Muthia, Ayu, and I– had to pray dzuhur before heading to the next destination. 3rd destination : Warung Selat Mbak Lies

It’s time for lunch! It took about 15 minutes for us to get to Warung Selat Mbak Lies. It is a restaurant with Surakartan traditional vibes embellishing the place and known for its delicious Selat, a western-derived Javanese cuisine specialty of Solo City, Central Java, Indonesia consisting of braised beef tenderloin served in thin watery sauce made from a mixture of garlic, vinegar, sweet soy sauce, Worcestershire sauce, water, and spiced with nutmeg and black pepper. What made us mesmerized after coming into this place was the pictures of public figures that had ever been there before such as President Joko Widodo, Puan Maharani, Cut Meyriska, Ruth Sahanaya and many other artists until politicians. We did not forget to take some pictures there because the room decoration was so cute.

4th destination : Kauman Batik Village After having lunch, we went to Kauman Batik Village. Mrs. Fischer said that she only wanted to look around and did not plan to buy anything there. However, after visiting one store to another and ending up in one Batik store, she was interested to buy a handmade batik skirt. She tried to wear three batik skirts and asked our opinion whether it suited her or not. Finally, she found one that suited her. She was so happy with her decision of buying that one. She also liked the ambience there, Kauman Batik Village was so pleasant, prosper, and far from the crowd. 5th destination : Kayu Manis Coffee & Steak

Mrs. Fischer requested to end our activity with having an evening coffee. We searched for a place that was cozy and kind-of traditional. Then we found Kayu Manis Coffee & Steak. She ordered a cup of hot cappuccino. She seemed really enjoying that coffee. We talked a lot, times ran out very quickly. It was dark already and Mrs. Fischer said she wanted to take a rest. We ordered a taxi and arrived at UNS Inn hotel at 6 p.m. That was our one fine day in Solo with Mrs. Helga Fischer, a guest lecturer coming from Berlin, Germany who was really interested with Indonesian historical places, foods, fashions, and the last but not least, spices. Our trip travelling around Solo was a wonderful memory we will never forget. It is not about the places we visited or foods we ate, it is like many things we shared together such as personal experiences, stories, and fun things we did during the trip are the most meaningful among everything. She gave each of us her ID card and told us to visit her in Berlin someday, “Don’t take too long” She sighed and by that time, we promise to visit her someday. We cannot wait to see her again. As she hugged us for the last time, we gave her a gift with some souvenirs including Silk Batik scarf, two bracelets, and a sweet printed picture of us taken in Warung Selat Mbak Lies. We love her already. See you soon, Berlin!

In-Between

by Anon 2

It started in a gloomy Friday when a certain figure stood motionlessly in the middle of a shouting crowd. His eyes seemed to be glued toward the scene in front of him, 2 souls, holding each other as if the whole world was theirs. The shouting crowds around them were nothing but mere spectators for their budding love stories. He forced a smile as the scene flashed in his eyes. While holding his breath, he clenched his fist, dug his nails into his flesh as he tried to soothe the pain within his chest. A burning sensation he had never felt before, a certain feeling that made his mind numbs, Hurt? But why? Jealous? Didn’t even make sense! He screamed internally as he tied to hold the feeling that raging inside. He hitched his breath when a hand grasped his wrist and pulled him away from the crowd. Shock could be seen within his glazed orbs. A tall figure was grabbing and pulling him away from the center of the commotion.

“Lucas, stop!” he demanded as he tried to release his wrist from the boy who pulling him.

“Lucas!!!” He screamed on top of his lung until the boy stopped abruptly.

“How many time did I told you to stop doing that!!” Lucas raised his baritone voice before he turned his body and faced the smaller boy in front of him.

“How many time did I told you, to stop hurting yourself!”

“You can’t hide your feeling forever Eric.” The words could only hang on his head as the taller figure talked about his action earlier. “There will be some point, where h-“

“Lucas, please- it’s impossible anyway.” Eric cut Lucas’s word as he faced the taller guy.

“Just because it’s impossible, doesn’t mean you have to be the one who did that.”

“Doesn’t mean that you have to be the one who-“

“Lucas! What kind of a friend am I if I can’t unite them when I know they have a feeling for each other?!” The shorter boy said as he looked through the taller guy’s eyes.

“But-“

“Lucas, it’s my choice.” He breathed it out softly. “This is the consequence for bearing this kind of feeling.” “And It’s my choice to throw those feeling away.” He said it as his lips forced a line of a smile, hung his head low as he tried to hold the urge that built up in the corner of his eyes. “Sigh...” Lucas exhaled his breath heavily as his eyes scanned the shorter that stood in front of him. His hands then reached out toward the brunette and ruffle hair slightly in front of him.

“Well, you’ve grown up I guess” as he showed his grin toward the brunette.

“!” He surprised as he jolted his head up and saw the taller guy who’s grinning in front of him, butterflies started to tingle his stomach and that brought a smile upon his face.

“Now that’s my friend!!” the taller added.

“Come on cheer up, you’ve been through worst and survived.” he said it and reached his hand toward the shorter and pulled him over, they started to walk through the pavement, as the maple leaves drifted away by the autumn wind that blew gently in that evening.

“The dusk that lingers that day will never unlock the secret, the secret that had been buried deep inside. Inside a heart that stands in-between their story.” 27

One taught me love One taught me patience And one taught me pain Now, I’m so amazing I’ve loved and I’ve lost But that’s not what I see So, look what I got Look what you taught me And for that, I say Thank you, next ~Ariana Grande, Thank U, Next 28

REMORSE

“ THERE WAS A LONG HARD TIME WHEN I KEPT FAR FROM ME THE REMEMBRANCE OF WHAT I HAD THROWN AWAY WHEN I WAS QUITE IGNORANT OF IT WORTH” ~ CHARLES DICKENS, Great Expectations

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Letter

by Anon 4

It’s a night. Irene’s awake though it’s a night. Reasonable, she thinks, because the night is a lot more real than the day anyway. In her hand is a pen and under it is a paper—one she ripped very carefully from one of her notebook. Its white, but it looks blue-ish under the lack of light in her room. Empty. Good old Eddie, with his bright smile and little kids eyes, told Irene to write a letter once. Heartache is a bitch, he said that day, under the sun that made him look too beautiful to talk about something like heartache. The only way to fight it is to write it out of your chest. Irene said, “I don’t think that’s how it works Ed, because what are letters anyway?” A means of communication. Like a telephone call. Or a text. She thinks it’s silly, dealing heartaches by writing it in a letter (where would she send it off to?) and the idea is too simple for the grand, massive, spectacular Eddie. (He is kind of sentimental sometimes, but not to that extent, Irene thinks). Irene doesn’t write letters. Irene never wrote letters, because she never needed to. Other than she finds it hard to say something she has in mind, she always thinks action speaks louder than words anyway. But Irene is Irene, and Irene always does what everyone told her in the end. Or maybe it has something to do with her being awake at this hour and the dull ache throbbing nonstop in her skull. In her chest. And all over. “Hello,” she begins in her letter. “Neil, it’s me. “I can’t sleep these days, because the neighbor downstairs keeps having a very loud party. Every night.” Irene pauses. “I think he’s the type of a person who falls in love every night. There’s nothing wrong with that, I guess. I used to be that kind of person,” she stops before she could write “with you.” (She did write it, though she scratches it so hard, in the end, you can’t read what’s left of it.) Irene rests her head on the surface, closing her eyes. Everything is so still and quiet, save from the traffic outside her window, far down the street thirty-eight story below. She writes again, “no party tonight though. Maybe his heart broke.” “How’s the weather like over there? It’s quiet here tonight, and cold. You were right about New York. It’s not a place for me—this place is not a place for someone who likes to be alone. It’s too big. Or am I just too small?”

A poorly smudged writing underneath it says, or is it because you’re not here with me? If she squeezes her eyes hard enough she feels like she can see Neil’s face. Childlike eyes, boxy grin. He looks a lot like Eddie, and when she met him the first time she has to stop and ran because she thought she had seen a ghost. On this night, Neil’s face feels so vivid and clear and real in her head, but at the same time, dreamy, and little details are missing from his face and she suddenly feels so scared at the thought of forgetting Neil’s face. She widens her eyes and starts scribbling again, this time in a sense of urgency and desperation she couldn’t help. “You told me what love feels like one time,” she presses her pen so hard, she feels like the paper will rip at one point, “you told me that love feels amazing and it makes you feel like walking on the air and clouds and cotton candies and sunshine and rain and nice days and you can’t get me out of your mind,” she writes. “You can’t get me out of your mind, you said, you said that’s love. Well, I can’t sleep because I can’t get you out of my mind tonight and I can see your face so clear and I can’t stop, I can’t stop even if I want to and I don’t know if I like it, Neil. I must’ve loved you so much. So much. This is love, isn’t it? It hurts, it’s scary. I want to stop I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!” Her writing had become shaky and big and really ugly on the paper and Irene can’t stand it, she can’t stand looking at it, so she scratches it—everything, from the beginning, and she keeps scratching and scratching it until the paper is nothing but black and not as smooth as before. And she’s panting and crying and there’s a lump in her throat that chokes her until it’s hard to breathe. In the end, she only writes, under the messy lines she so passionately drew, a small and shaky,

“Neil, if it’s like this I don’t want to love you anymore.”

She won’t write any letter in the future, she decides and ends it at that.

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