I was rushing to my class when I collided with a man who seemed to be one of the lecturers in my university. I did not recognize him but due to his good looks, I remembered him immediately. He wore grey formal jacket where his tag hang on his chest. His tag read ‘Hijikata Toshizo’. Unfortunately, I did not get a glimpse of the department he was working in.
When we collided, one of his books dropped and he was too busy to even notice it that he went away. The book had a whale on the cover and there was no title on it. It was rather thick as it was a sort of documentation about a certain whale.
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My name is Anggi. I work as a maid in a Dutch household. Today is just another sunny day for the family. Mr. Bercht will go to work, his son and three daughters will go to school and Mrs. Ans will meet her friends, wives of officers just like her.
My people tell me I am lucky to be employed by the Dutch because I get money, food, and shelter in exchange for my service. True, but they do not know the other side. They do not know how it is a torture for me to serve the family of a senior officer in the Dutch Military. It has been a long time since the Dutch came and took over in Batavia. It is 1942. “Eve, what do you think of the suspect?” A man in his early thirties with brown hair asked calmly to a woman who was only a few years younger. The frame of his glasses gleamed when light hit it. He reflexively turned away from the source of the radiance. The night was young.
“If I were to paint him, gray, perhaps? Why are you asking me this, Harrison?” Eve, the wavy blonde girl, gave a chuckle as she nudged her partner with her elbow as they left shoes marks on the thin snow. As if their winter coats were not enough, they hugged themselves to keep their warmth as they proceeded into an alley which was filled with crates which were perfect to hide. Sun rays enter through the little gap of the window which is not covered by my purple curtain, signalling that it is another day of hell. As I stare at the ceiling of my room, colours switch around and play with my vision; red, blue, green, and purple. The light makes me dizzy. Looking to my right, my broken antique alarm clock stays stuck at nine. I don’t think I need to replace it any time soon. I wake up to my queen-sized bed with no companion for he has left me, leaving me with our daughter; Eileen.
I don’t feel hunger or thirst. I don’t feel joy or gloom. I feel… vacant. Everywhere is white. There is no single thing that is special. Just pure white. Time doesn’t seem to exist although I can feel it. I don’t have a body or rather, I can’t see it. To ‘feel’ is the least of what I can do since I can’t see even the outlines of my body.
Being restrained in this cage the whole of my life, I have been facing nothingness. Within this box I think—I think and I ponder. I ponder and wonder about myself and about myself when I get out of the box. When will I be released? Will I be freed from this place? I’m a horrible sister. Still… If Masuko managed to get the favor of the prince, she could have better life. If she chooses to love the prince, she could get over Emperor Konoe. It’s the best choice for her. Miyuki convinced herself that she made the right choice despite knowing that she was doing it all for her egoism.
“How is it? I believe the marriage should be done as fast as possible. It’s not good for them to play hide-and-seek after all.” Miyuki’s father spoke, waking Miyuki from her thoughts. They were at a meeting in the court to talk about the engagement. “I agree.” Emperor Go-Shirakawa nodded. “It’s best for them and for our relation as well.” Historical Fiction.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heian Era. A woman was born in the household of Fujiwara, one of the biggest and influential houses in the imperial court. It was the era of art, music and literature. Men and women were required to be skillful in various fields of art. In such era, Fujiwara no Miyuki was born daughter of aristocrat. For sixteen years of life, Miyuki knew only of indulging herself in painting, poetry, playing music instruments and taking care of her siblings. She knew her parents wielded power within the court and she knew that she was to be betrothed one day. She just didn’t expect that the day would come so soon. “…The Prince?” Miyuki questioned. She was quite surprised upon her parents’ sudden announcement while her sisters cheered in joy. How did it come to this? Perhaps it is all fate or perhaps meeting you was a sin. I don’t know. I don’t understand. There is guilt in my heart, nevertheless what I have done.
“Therefore, Ms. Sona is deemed to be guilty of the murder of the deceased Mr. June. Court is dismissed!” “Sona! You didn’t murder him! Those people framed you!” My guardian tried to prove his point but he didn’t understand. |
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