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a way back to Jogja from Wediombo beach Wonosari

A long shower had helped cool my body down. That was an hour ago. Blotches of sweat had now appeared on my collar and armpit, telling me I had to get out for some fresh air. Walking half way across the living room, I heard the door bell rang once. Followed by strange, soft cries. I slowed my pace before opening the door. The cries grew louder. I hardly took my breath, walking around the front door. One step closer, I moved backward, in doubt. The cries stop suddenly. Bless me! What was it? A meow of acat or a cry of a baby? A meow of a baby or a cry of cat? Or? It was just my peculiar imagination? 

I had to check it out myself but after I finished up my homework I thought. I walked entered the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, drank it, went to the bathroom to wash my pale face, then took my half empty glass. UNEXPECTEDLY, I heard the cries again! It was the same crying from my front door. Ewww! I shook my head fast, pinched my hand, Ouuch! It was not a dream! I had to face it. I came…

Thursday at 1 p.m I walked to the Pasca Lama building to take 'Creative Writing' class B. The class was on the third floor, and I was just very lazy and too tired to climb the stairs. I climbed up slowly, entered the classroom, thanks God the lecture hadn't arrived yet!
I sat down in the second line from the front, checked my phone, text-ed my friend, and CIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT! The door opened and there he was! My 'Creative Writing' lecture. I gazed and smiled, 'THERE IS A HARRY POTTER IN MY CLASS!!'
What the 'HARRY POTTER' would do? Ouuw, my 'HARRY POTTER' lecture name is Labodalih Sembiring. He is a travel blogger and he would teach my class in this six semester. He would teach us how to improve our writing ability creatively. Sounds interesting!
Then he talked about creative writing. What is creative writing and how to do creative writing. he also talked about his blog. One of the quotes of creative writing which I like is :

Because of his …

SeeBlue. Turquoise. They are the color of me. People say that when we feel blue means we feel sad. That’s not applicable for me. Blue can be everything. Where I find blue? Yes, in the sky and beach. Why the color of the sky is blue?

model: Najih Suraya , hijab: nayaaccessories, make up: by Inorda Sofiehara