An
old man leaned the bike bututnya in the village hall car park. Having
just arrived, he was finally seated in the back of the queue. An hour had he sat in
line at that place. A
few moments later, it was the old man in the front of the queue. He
pulled out a red folder that he packs with black crackle and handed it to the
clerk wards. The
petugaspun directly examine one's grandfather's red folder contents earlier.
"Sorry sir, but the terms father incomplete. Father had requested a statement capable of RT and RW, a new father can come back here. Village officials said the handing back my grandfather's red folder.
The old man still trying to smile, already more than an hour he sat there waiting but it all was in vain. He returned to his old bicycle parked between some cars and motorcycles.
Old man who daily work as porters in the market that was once a freedom fighter, had many bitter sweet experience going through. He has lost a lot of my comrades in arms, but the death of his friends are not in vain. They are all martyrs, they all die a martyr, to die in the divine as the interest of the nation.
The old man suddenly heard the honking bus jolted him out of his reverie past. There was discovered he had been on the road, that means he should be more careful again.
The old man now lives with his wife in their home under the bridge after police evicted a week ago. But unfortunately now his wife is very ill and was hospitalized, while the grandfather is seeking free treatment for the wife.
Suddenly anngin blow faster and faster, the thunder began to sound and turned into a black mark awanpun going to rain. And sure enough, the rain pouring down. The grandfather decided to take shelter in a doorway because it carries not want the map to be wet and damaged.
It was from the old man had been sheltering in front of satay stalls, no wonder his stomach was getting hungry. He recalled that the last time he had eaten since last night, while two more hours now. He briefly turned into a satay stall earlier, in which many people were eating greedily. The old man smiled, he felt proud of his struggle at first cast out of his homeland Company was not in vain. When he and his comrades in arms once failed repel invaders, they might not be able to enjoy this atmosphere.
Old man then turned his gaze to the television, who had been on set by a trader who sells tapes not far from it. The television was broadcasting a neat black suit with tie giving a speech in a room that looks very luxurious. The old man guessed that people who appear on television before being must have an official country. In his speech, the man said that people in his country had lost a sense of nationalism, people dinegerinya also said to have lost the love of his homeland. For a moment he thought the words reflect official said. She wondered, who actually have no nationalism, the people of his country or the officials?
Is the officer is an officer bernasionalisme heavy meal while people starve to death? Do nationalist officials are officials of free flights around the world as people in his country queued up for days bbm? Or officials who have a lot of luxury cars while people crammed into a railway carriage?
These questions are kept in the mind, but she knew she had to go now. His wife was in the hospital would have been waiting and now the rain had stopped, the old man back pedaling.
Arriving at the old hospital snicker parked his bike and immediately rushed to the room where his wife was being treated. Somehow the old man always felt uneasy every away from his wife. He would make sure first that she did not need his help, he will depart again recently to take care waivers letter to the RT and RW.
When got to the room where his wife was being treated, he found that the room was empty. Kamarpun doors locked so they can not be opened, but the grandfather was convinced he was not one of the rooms. In her heart she thought that perhaps she had recovered so moved to another place by the doctor. But for sure, the old man looking for a doctor check on her this morning. The grandfather had earlier asked the doctor where she now resides. The doctor was looking at the face of the old man with tears in her eyes.
"Sorry sir, we've tried our best but it was God wills others. Wife's father had died an hour ago. "Said the doctor who could not hide his grief.
The grandfather had tears in her eyes, her body shook, red folder he was carrying fell from her grip. His views became increasingly blurred and slowly into darkness. The grandfather was now not remember anything else.
The next day two new mounds appeared in the cemetery. The one labeled Darsono bin Atmo, an old veteran of the daily work as porters. While the other tombstone reads Pariyem bint Ngatijo, wife of the veteran fighters. Despite the poor veteran now gone. But in the country, the country where wood and stone can be plants, there are still many people who suffer the same fate it even more tragic. They all, of the people in the country, many are willing to work hard to squeeze blood toil just to eat once a day.
From the example above stories, we can determine the elements that build intrinsic short stories, namely:
Intrinsic Elements
1. Theme: Struggle
2. Flow: Forward
3. Background:
Venue: Village Hall office, shop-fronts, hospital.
Time: During the day, two in the afternoon.
Atmosphere: Sad, touching.
4. Characterizations:
Old Man: hardworking, patient, friendly.
Wife: loyal, patient.
5. Viewpoint: A third person omniscient.
6. Mandate: Stay patient and keep fighting as hard as any state.
"Sorry sir, but the terms father incomplete. Father had requested a statement capable of RT and RW, a new father can come back here. Village officials said the handing back my grandfather's red folder.
The old man still trying to smile, already more than an hour he sat there waiting but it all was in vain. He returned to his old bicycle parked between some cars and motorcycles.
Old man who daily work as porters in the market that was once a freedom fighter, had many bitter sweet experience going through. He has lost a lot of my comrades in arms, but the death of his friends are not in vain. They are all martyrs, they all die a martyr, to die in the divine as the interest of the nation.
The old man suddenly heard the honking bus jolted him out of his reverie past. There was discovered he had been on the road, that means he should be more careful again.
The old man now lives with his wife in their home under the bridge after police evicted a week ago. But unfortunately now his wife is very ill and was hospitalized, while the grandfather is seeking free treatment for the wife.
Suddenly anngin blow faster and faster, the thunder began to sound and turned into a black mark awanpun going to rain. And sure enough, the rain pouring down. The grandfather decided to take shelter in a doorway because it carries not want the map to be wet and damaged.
It was from the old man had been sheltering in front of satay stalls, no wonder his stomach was getting hungry. He recalled that the last time he had eaten since last night, while two more hours now. He briefly turned into a satay stall earlier, in which many people were eating greedily. The old man smiled, he felt proud of his struggle at first cast out of his homeland Company was not in vain. When he and his comrades in arms once failed repel invaders, they might not be able to enjoy this atmosphere.
Old man then turned his gaze to the television, who had been on set by a trader who sells tapes not far from it. The television was broadcasting a neat black suit with tie giving a speech in a room that looks very luxurious. The old man guessed that people who appear on television before being must have an official country. In his speech, the man said that people in his country had lost a sense of nationalism, people dinegerinya also said to have lost the love of his homeland. For a moment he thought the words reflect official said. She wondered, who actually have no nationalism, the people of his country or the officials?
Is the officer is an officer bernasionalisme heavy meal while people starve to death? Do nationalist officials are officials of free flights around the world as people in his country queued up for days bbm? Or officials who have a lot of luxury cars while people crammed into a railway carriage?
These questions are kept in the mind, but she knew she had to go now. His wife was in the hospital would have been waiting and now the rain had stopped, the old man back pedaling.
Arriving at the old hospital snicker parked his bike and immediately rushed to the room where his wife was being treated. Somehow the old man always felt uneasy every away from his wife. He would make sure first that she did not need his help, he will depart again recently to take care waivers letter to the RT and RW.
When got to the room where his wife was being treated, he found that the room was empty. Kamarpun doors locked so they can not be opened, but the grandfather was convinced he was not one of the rooms. In her heart she thought that perhaps she had recovered so moved to another place by the doctor. But for sure, the old man looking for a doctor check on her this morning. The grandfather had earlier asked the doctor where she now resides. The doctor was looking at the face of the old man with tears in her eyes.
"Sorry sir, we've tried our best but it was God wills others. Wife's father had died an hour ago. "Said the doctor who could not hide his grief.
The grandfather had tears in her eyes, her body shook, red folder he was carrying fell from her grip. His views became increasingly blurred and slowly into darkness. The grandfather was now not remember anything else.
The next day two new mounds appeared in the cemetery. The one labeled Darsono bin Atmo, an old veteran of the daily work as porters. While the other tombstone reads Pariyem bint Ngatijo, wife of the veteran fighters. Despite the poor veteran now gone. But in the country, the country where wood and stone can be plants, there are still many people who suffer the same fate it even more tragic. They all, of the people in the country, many are willing to work hard to squeeze blood toil just to eat once a day.
From the example above stories, we can determine the elements that build intrinsic short stories, namely:
Intrinsic Elements
1. Theme: Struggle
2. Flow: Forward
3. Background:
Venue: Village Hall office, shop-fronts, hospital.
Time: During the day, two in the afternoon.
Atmosphere: Sad, touching.
4. Characterizations:
Old Man: hardworking, patient, friendly.
Wife: loyal, patient.
5. Viewpoint: A third person omniscient.
6. Mandate: Stay patient and keep fighting as hard as any state.
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