Cerita Jorok Mga Nobela at Kwento

That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer. Three days. Three nights. I died there. Not this time.

Jorok! "Ha ha ha, seneng bisa godain istri sampe pipinya merona begitu," ucapnya tanpa dosa sambil mengusap kepalaku. Asyik bercanda sampai nggak sadar sudah sampai di jalan arah rumah Ibu, eh maksudnya rumahku yang sudah kujual. "Mau mampir nggak, Ra? Itu kan rumahmu? Banyak kenangan, kan, di sini?"

I had my eyes on the prize, my career, and leveling up my skills. I hit the books, joined an exec program at a business school, and snagged a few of the industry's top certs. I was on my way up, not looking back. Then, out of the blue, I ran into Seth. There he was, clutching a beat-up canvas bag, crouched on the curb, chowing down on a stale bun. The once dashing Mr. Hoffman was down and out, looking worse off than a street bum. Seth had been drowning in debt he could not pay off, and the court had blacklisted him, slamming the brakes on any fancy spending. He was grounded, forbidden from high-speed trains and planes, scraping by on odd jobs.

At least, the serious conversation was over. "What was my fault and my sin, baby? You wasted my holy love. Look at the moves that I will give. Rocking Horse. Rocking Horse." That was the excerpt of the verse part from a dangdut song 'Jaran Goyang' or ‘Rocking Horse’ by Nella. Rocking Horse itself was one of the most popular black magic in Indonesia whereby a person is made to fall in love, by the way.