Sunday Movie: Brimstone


Set in wide-open-19th-century spaces, it’s a two-and-a-half-hour sadomasochistic Western domestic horror film divide in four chapters. The theme of film is about the evil of incest. Dutch-immigrant preacher from hell, Guy Pearce and Dakota Fanning starring as his daughter, who he explicitly wants to marry.


Which he thinks it’s God’s will, he cites the Bible story of Lot and his daughters to prove it. The film opens with chapter one called Revelation, when a frontier wife – Fanning – plays Liz with a daughter and stepson; she’s also mute, speaks in sign language. The hell of Liz started when the family goes to church and the new preacher shows up. The preacher is called the Reverend.


Liz knows she and her family are in great danger. Wrongly accused of a crime she didn’t commit, Liz is hunted by vengeful Preacher telling Liz that he has to punish her.

Brimstone is that the more the film moves into the past, the closer it gets into heart of darkness. When domestic sexual abuse of the past of life brings the future punishment and judgement of the lone survivor, Liz, but then Reverend calls it “love”. Such a one creepy spark of grotesque suspense.

The theme may be termed sexuality abusive, is that incest of demon of any of young girl could imagine of her very-own-home-nightmares.


Watch trailer

Last call watch Brimstone at GoetheHaus Jakarta 14th May 2017, 19:30.



Princess & Her Coffee


Almost every afternoon she went to a coffee shop nearby her office, she always reserved the same spot, at the same hours; table for two, right before the stairs.

“One hot macchiato and apple crumble for this beautiful lady”

She looked out towards the door, for two hours a day. She sat there exploring, discovering people passing by the door. She enjoyed their faces whose elicited their ‘hidden’ stories. Just, like that.

“Hi, excuse me, are you smiling at me?”
he said to her after she eyed him entering the door, smiling.
“Hmm, no?”

As he introduced him self, and asked why he caught her eyes exploring him entered the building. He felt that he was kind of interesting object. So, he planned to play the catch.

“So, tell me why a ladylike can sit here alone, sipping a bitter macchiato and had a sweetest dessert on earth. What a scene to be missed”, he directly felt okay to sat in front of her. Spilled out a question sign of starting a conversation.

“Do you want to hear a sad story?”
“Try me”


“‘This is a story of beautiful Princess and her lover who has long been in longing to be a couple but their plan didn’t go well along her parents’ policy. After a decade the princess refused to forget about her lover. She preferred holding her breath in live deeply from letters to letters that came for her, like wood that need fire to warm the night, comfortably soundless.

Unfortunately, her broken hearted story must be had an end. She whined to his father, The King, begged his willing. The King felt down to saw her only daughter suffering from the sadness she made. And finally The King blessed her with his will.’”

“Sad story, isn’t it?”, she stated.
“No, that was a happy ending, right? Except, after-a-decade-part. Phew, how come?”
“Don’t forget, she had a mother.”


“I only say this, because knowing that you have suffered great pain and sorrow, you will be more cheerful, perhaps, after spoiled out to a stranger, but let me know you; who are you; what brought you here alone?”
“It wasn’t about me, you might recognized the second I finished the story”

She checked her utterance for some minutes; when he got silence on the point of her statement to relate how the story had been brought him to a confusing moment, and carried away the sadness from her eyes while she pretended it was just an old story from far-far-away castle.

He had a manner of bitting his lip when he spoke and of looking directly to her eyes at the same time: which irresistibly gorgeous, she thought. However this attitude, he fixed himself, the moment he made his appearance; and, holding out a small piece of brown leather pouch, in a growling, broken voice.

“Too bad, I thought we have one more shot”

At this moment, there he walked away: supporting himself by a careless gesture: rather lame in aged face, who was dressed in a blue parka, grey striped t-shirt she gave. Just like a decade ago.

The first time I came to Museum Ulen Sentalu, it took me less than 1 hour to get here from central town of Yogyakarta. The ambiance and atmosphere from the buildings and surroundings gave me a calm vibe. Museum Ulen Sentalu is about private collection of history of Javanese Heritage; paintings, statues, Javanese Historical Literature, and even a private collection from princess of Kraton Yogyakarta.

Ulen Sentalu brings everything seems so close to nostalgic mood of old heritage of Central Java. We can find a lot of interesting stories about Kraton and their Kings and Princesses which we couldn’t hear in any place before. And of course, it’s a private collections so yes, people are not allowed to take picture while we inside the main buildings.

After we finished the private tour, there is Boukenhof Restaurant. You will definitely don’t want get out of there soon you finished the tour. To feel the magical and mystic feel of Museum. You can also try to eat your late lunch or have a conversation about the private collections with friends and family in Boukenhof Restaurant. When I enter the restaurant, it gave me feel like so hollandish, wood furniture, white table cloth and those detail art deco ornament. They serve western food, it was kinda weird for me. But still it’s a perfect place for you to sit and feel your needs of nature and historical demand.

Museum Ulen Sentalu & Boukenhof Restaurant – Sleman, Yogyakarta
December 2016

The Jaya Pub



Hari sudah gelap. Diantara malam dan tidur lelap.

Kau masih bercakap, mengapa musim datang.

Kali ini hujan kata kau, kau benci hujan.

Di ruang yang makin parau,

dan waktu mu,

dunia maya kita bertemu

Kita masih bercakap.


Dentuman bass berkumandang, tanda mulai.

suara memainkan sajak lama,

percakapan tanpa kata,

kehadiran sosok di ujung sana,

kita pandang, cerita dari masing-masing mata

Saat kembali sunyi,

atas rindu yang makin merana.


Matahari berganti tugas

waktu kaki-kaki menapak pulang,

waktu ia berganti peran,

waktu yang tiba-tiba hilang batas,

waktu suara memilih untuk lelah

diantara sadar dan pesan,


“Sampai jumpa lagi, malam”

Weekdays beer night with office mates or the feel of needing some booze after hard work days. Jakarta still have its old star to shine. The Jaya Pub is one of the oldest pub in town will bring the old surroundings to your soul and make you sing the song with their band performance.

The Jaya Pub – Jakarta, January 2017

Daydream Agreement


The plan was to meet environment of the well beings. To be here to make my mind wakes. Here makes my blood blue. Wear a tiger as a robe and that righteousness feels; grasping a silver shield, and the sharpest sword hanging on my waist. Everything seems foreign, the wind whispering an exceptional judgment. As it written the duty of saving the princess from an one eyed troll.

The song suddenly stopped switching to my phone’s ringtone sound. A familiar name pop up.

“What time is it? You’re late!”

When a solitude bliss is hard to get to live which alone is to live forever.


He had to run outside the warehouse. He heard his name called from a distance. A continuance, he looked at a place where reminded of important history was created, was exactly what suited in his mind.

“Can we go to another place? Everything has changed, you should’ve known!”, he caught a pair of calm eyes, as he was finding where was the voice came from.

He directly saw the trees which he has been seen for years, loyally in complete stand still within the storm. This season of cheerfulness, no cold-hearted could be more cheerful than the wind that day, or possess, in a greater expectation of happiness which is happiness itself.

“It’s comfortable enough, even this will remain the same.”

Kebun Raya Bogor – December 2016

Di Pasar


Yang ia tau, ikan akan terlihat bagus ketika bersama-sama di dalam tangki gelas berhiaskan tanaman plastik (agar tidak cepat mati, katanya) seperti di rumah Kakek dan tidak lupa isi ikan sapu-sapu. Kakek mencurigai, ia pasti malas membersihkannya seminggu sekali.

“Nyo, tau tidak? Tidak semua ikan harus bersama, ada ikan yang tidak bisa digabung dalam satu tempat. Ikan ini kecil dan mandiri, kamu pasti suka juga tidak repot ngurusnya. Dan tidak perlu ikan sapu-sapu!” Kakek tertawa.

Setelah dua puluh empat tahun ia kembali ke tempat ini. Untuk mengingat akan Kakeknya yang pertama kali mengenalkan ia pada arti menjadi indah karena berdiri sendiri.


Sore itu ia kembali ke rutinitasnya. Naik bus kota dari arah Matraman ke stasiun Jatinegara. Melantunkan lagu yang pertama kali ia kenal dari adegan film Dono dan Sang Kekasih-Madonna di TV dulu.

“Kalaulah memang kita berpisah
itu bukan suratan
mungkin ini lebih baik
agar kau puas membagi cinta
Pulangkan saja
aku pada ibuku atau ayahku…”

Orang-orang duduk melamun menatap jalanan yang ramai, berharap cepat sampai di tujuan. Kali ini ia turun sebelum menyelesaikan pertunjukan tunggalnya.

Ia ingat dulu Ayahnya sempat bercerita tentang lumut ketika mereka pergi ke pasar untuk membeli umpan ikan. Kata Ayah; lumut bisa tumbuh dan hidup tanpa faktor pendukung, dapat menyesuaikan diri dengan keadaan apapun. Apapun, tegasnya.

Setahun setelah TV baru Ayah datang, ia ditinggal pergi. Hingga kini adegan film Warkop DKI itu menjadi penyambung hidup, pikirnya. Ia pun tersenyum, menunggu bus kota berikutnya berhenti di depan pasar.


“Sialan! Tadi gue hampir ditabrak mobil!”
Pesan terkirim.
“Dia bales chat gue! Besok musti ganteng!”
Pesan terkirim.
“Tadi si Kepala Botak ngusir gue dari kelas!
Bodo gue juga ga butuh dia!”
Pesan terkirim.
“Asli, gue laper. Males keluar jam segini,
gak ada lo sih.”
Pesan terkirim.

Satu plastik transparan berisikan empat ikan kecil diletakkan di kasurnya. Ibu bilang tadi si sahabat datang, ini agar ia ada teman, jadi tidak lagi merasa kehilangan dua adik barunya sekaligus. Jangan ada alasan menjadi cengeng untuk tidak masuk sekolah. Karena ia sudah diberikan empat ikan sekaligus untuk menemani harinya di rumah, pesan si sahabat.

“Dimana sih lo? Gue butuh lo sekarang! Bales oi!”
Ia mengirim pesan lagi – mungkin – pertanyaan.

Dua tahun lalu waktunya si sahabat pergi untuk selamanya, yang selalu memberi lebih, untuk tidak merasa kurang. Yang ada tanpa harus mengada. Walaupun kadang keadaan ingin menyerah, ia akan selalu ingat kalau sahabatnya akan selalu ada.

Pasar Jatinegara – January 2017