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LCYA Reading Club’s: The 1st Ever LYCA’s Book Sharing

The participants of LCYA Book Sharing and Theresia Enny Anggraini (taken by Valentina Pascalia)

Yogyakarta (18/03/2023) The first-ever Book Sharing discussion was held by Literature for Children and Young Adults (LYCA) Reading Club on March 17, 2023. Seventeen (17) people participated in the conversation which took place in S. 304. The theme of the book sharing was “Book Treasure“. 

Participants were requested to bring their preferred books to share. The discussion flowed well since the participants were genuinely excited to discuss the books they had read.

Andrea Cindy, the Head of LYCA’s Committee, stated that the theme “Book Treasure” meant a collection of the books we shared, and if we compiled with all of them, there would be a lot of books, just like a treasure chest filled with books. 

Simon Arsa Manggala, the Vice Chairperson of the English Letters Department, noted that this event marked the first get-together since LCYA joined UKPS. He added that this event was a great chance to develop and share literary knowledge without feeling compelled to do so, and it may help us to support our interest.

“During this event, we can share something we love without any pressure or assignment to do, unlike in the class. So, I hope we can maintain our consistency and interest in sharing books,” Manggala said.

One of the groups, including Anggraini, was discussing a book together (taken by Erica Rafaella)

The participants were split up into smaller groups for a more comfortable discussion. While enjoying some snacks, the participants could share one at a time and exchange opinions. The participants appeared to be active, and the discussion went well. The committee also conducted a game where participants had to guess the titles of books when the discussion was about to come to a conclusion.

As the Head of LYCA Club, Anggraini hoped that the discussion would continue and inspire others to read more and enjoy reading since it was the first book sharing. 

“I hope the students or people enjoy reading more and sharing books that others might react about so that we can share and broaden our knowledge because we usually do not have a lot of time to read; reading for enjoyment, not for assignment,” Anggraini said.



Journalist: Erica Rafaella

Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)

Creative Writings Flash Fiction

Sungu and His Given Tasks Part. 1



The story I am about to tell you is a tale of tragedy. 

A wise man once said that there is a thin line between loving and obsessing over someone. To this day, we still can’t figure out the difference between the two. I have seen too many people become insane because of love. A pure white-as-milk love became tainted with an obscure purple-as-Hyacinthus obsession.

How do you know if your love is pure or not? Unfortunately, I don’t have an accurate answer to that question. But, I think we could learn one or two things from Sungu’s story as he tried to prove how strong and deep his love was by doing tasks given by two mighty deities.


Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Batu Atos, lived a farmer named Sungu. Sungu lived alone in his poorly-made shack. He remained celibate even though he was about to hit 30. He might not be as handsome as a raden, but he knew his rugged looks wooed a few women a handful of times. He never spared a glance at those women because he wasn’t interested in any of them. The only thing they wanted was a quick fling. He wanted the real deal; true and everlasting love with a woman he truly adores.

Sungu stood barefoot in the muddy paddy field in the middle of the night, carrying a small bucket alongside him. The cold night air didn’t stop his courage to collect eels for tomorrow’s breakfast. Beneath his wet feet, he could feel the silver coins that were thrown by people who still believed in the tradition of throwing coins into the rice field to make their wishes come true.

Batu Atos was an old, small, and remote land. Traditions and myths were still going strong even if the land was already a thousand years old. The people who lived there believed in gods—deities who ruled over the earth, gods and goddesses who resided in the vast skies, spirits living in bodies of water, and many other powerful supernatural beings residing in the expanse of nature. A source told me that the land used to sink eons ago. But because of the goddess of the sea’s powerful rage that wrecked the ocean worldwide, the land resurfaced again. Another one was about a man who got abducted, never to be seen again, by the God of Boar because he tried to marry one of the sacred seven female boars.

Sungu was not a religious man, but he still attended a weekly prayer at the Nyi Ketan Ireng’s temple near the volcanic mount of Jengger once in a while. After all, he didn’t want the other neighbors to think poorly of him. It didn’t mean that he started to believe in deities and myths. That was about to change when a beautiful woman came into his life. Her name was Mangga Ranum. 

One day, while working with the other farmers, he heard the news about a beautiful great-granddaughter of a high-caste family from another land. She was to accompany her raden brother for a diplomatic matter at Batu Atos. What Sungu did not expect was how he fell in love with Mangga Ranum in such a religious place, which was ironic since he was not a religious person. 

He met her during the weekly prayer at Nyi Ketan Ireng’s temple. Her hair, darker than the midnight sky, was styled in a tight bun framed with a hair net made of jasmine flowers. She wore a traditional kemben, revealing her tan-as-longkong skin. Mangga Ranum’s beauty was otherworldly. Sungu even believed the volcano lava would never be as warm as Mangga Ranum’s smile. He knew every man in the temple also had the same thought as him. It was disrespectful of him to think of a woman that way in a sacred place, but he couldn’t help but admire her. He was only a man, after all.

The thought of Mangga Ranum’s beauty occupied his mind and dreams all the time after that day.

Sungu threw the last of the eels into the bucket. Inside, the eels were squirming around. He had to kill and clean the eels tonight, but his mind was distracted. The full moon above reminds him of Mangga Ranum’s round cheeks as she smiled the other day. He was sure his meeting with Mangga Ranum in a sacred place must had meant something. This was the time when Sungu started to have faith in deities.  He might be a peasant, but he knew he could win the heart of Mangga Ranum to get the perfect love he always dreamed of.

Sungu carried his legs through the muddy rice field. He started to run, but his slippery legs couldn’t support him. The bucket, full of eels that he tried to catch all night, scattered on the ground, squirming away as he fell. Sungu didn’t care. He stood and got back on running towards his shack.

He scrubbed the mud off of his body with clean water. He wore his best white clothes, even fancier than the ones he usually used for the weekly prayer. His kitchen didn’t have many foods, but he had a bunch of bananas and ripe mangos. Then, he went to his small shed to get a sack full of the best rice he had harvested. Plates, bowls, and four remaining candles he had left were placed inside his satchel.

In the small temple near his shack, he began to place the offerings on the plates and bowls. With the rice, Sungu started to draw a circle while chanting one or two traditional prayer songs he remembered. He set down the candles near the bananas and mangos as the final preparations.

As he knelt, he lifted his arms and said, “Hear me out, O mighty Mother Earth and thunderous Father of the Sky! One day the girl I love will love me back and we will live happily ever after!”

The earth grumbled and began to crack. Sungu winced as the temple’s roof began to fall upon his head. The Mountain spat out little bits of its molten lava. The trees seemed to move their roots. Up in the sky, the sky darkened. The clouds gathered around the temple, casting an enormous shadow over the temple. The rumbling of thunder shook the place. The strong winds flicked off the candles and knocked them down. Sungu screamed out loud as lightning struck down, almost blinding him.

When he opened his eyes, there stood in front of him were Mother Earth and the Father of the Sky themselves. His mouth gaped in reverence at the sight of the two deities. Around him, things that were flung across because of the winds were magically put back in place. Even the rice circle looked as if it was untouched.

Sungu hurriedly stood up and corrected himself. He knelt immediately before them, “

Please forgive your humble servant for this act of treason, O ruler of the sky, earth, and everything between,” he said.

The sky became thunderous when the Father of Sky began to talk,“Fear not, dear child. We are here because of your prayer.”

“We are interested in your tonight’s prayer.” The voice of Mother Earth reminded Sungu of a bird’s melodious chirp at the peak of dawn. “Love is an interesting thing, is it not?” she winked.

Sungu could only nod his head. His head was still working on the fact the most powerful deities had heard his prayer and stood before him. The Mother of Earth’s long-winded dark hair swept the floor and was frazzled like a tree’s roots. Right beside her, the night sky seemed to paint the Father of Sky. His grey beard seemed to move like clouds, swaying in a hypnotizing manner.

“I apologize for my inappropriateness again, but why are you here, O Mother Earth and Father of the Skies?” Sungu asked.

“We are here to grant your wish, dear child!” the Father of Sky boomed.

“Only if you’re willing to do the tasks we will give to you,” Mother Earth added, “Everyone deserves a chance to fall in love, don’t you agree?”

That caught Sungu’s attention, of course. Maybe there were reasons why Mother Earth and the Father of the Skies heard his prayer. Why would they listen to a poor low-caste farmer like him anyway, if they didn’t think of him as someone worthy of love? He nodded his head enthusiastically, “Without a doubt, I will do anything you ask of me. For my love, I shall do whatever it takes.”

Sungu’s fate was sealed that night. What a poor unfortunate soul.

To be continued.


Writer: Kenar Syalaisha Kanayana

Editor: Nanda Pratama Putera Tomasila & Vonna Meisya Saputra

Illustrator: Kenar Syalaisha Kanayan

Creative Writings Poem


Stealthily, the time is sneaking

Performing its duty

On the art of killing

Murdering beauty


Time is a beast

Damaging the most divine sculpture

Decaying the beauty

Of a spoiled figure


Time is not our friend

For devouring one’s youth

And fading our spirits

While stealing away our soul


Like a mere candle

The longer you shine, the sooner you dim

The best thinker will get wrinkles

Soon enough, their ideas are killed


We fear the inevitable

For we must abide

In the rule of time

Once it’s corrupted our age



Author: Valentina Pascalia

Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)

Illustrator: Angelita Dayang Diva

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Sastra Gives Back: Back to Serves the Community

Sastra Gives Back volunteers with the students of Sanggar Anak Alam (taken by Erica Rafaella)

Yogyakarta (11/03/2023) – The annual activity “Sastra Gives Back” strikes back this semester from February 25th to March 18th. Held in Sanggar Anak Alam, Kasihan District, Bantul Regency, DI Yogyakarta, 40 volunteers took turn each week to teach elementary school students English language from first to sixth grade.

Students show engagement during the learning process (taken by Erica Rafaella)


 Sastra Gives Back is a program intended to give community feedback. This program is important because it attempts to educate children on the importance of English language. “In the learning process, the idea of English being fun is introduced in a game-like learning process,” said Naswa as the head of Sastra Gives Back committee.

As explained by the secretary of Sastra Gives Back, Tevin, the learning activity lasted for three hours, from 9 AM to 12 PM. Despite the duration, students appeared to be enthusiastic in the process of learning English. The kids actively answered the questions and showed engagement during the learning process. Interestingly, the students of Sanggar Anak Alam and volunteers of Sastra Gives Back exhibited chemistry in their interaction.

Moreover, the volunteers of Sastra Gives Back also expressed a lot of excitement in teaching the kids. The volunteers’ intensive three days of training have finally paid off. The success of the program cannot be separated from the volunteers’ passion for serving the community.

One of the volunteers, Liza, stated that this program has a lot of benefits for both the volunteers and the community. Hopefully, in the future, this program will continue to contribute to the community more often. As for the kids, they are expected to always remember the lesson and share it with others. Also, future volunteers are expected to be more enthusiastic in sharing their knowledge.



Journalist: Valentina Pascalia

Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)

Creative Writings Poem





The silent ambience of the void is blooming

Voices in my head starts to be gloomy

Thy voices starts rumbling

Preventing me from feeling your beauty


I am one with the void

True ego suffers for no one

I am the one you can’t avoid

True menace saving no one


Clarity after clarity I’ve been through

Sanity after sanity I’ve seen through

But all I found is just a liability

Do I really have the capability?!


It feels like everything is nihil

Pointless, pointless, and pointless

It feels like I’m in denial

Reckless, reckless, and reckless


I just want to swim inside of you

The void, that I worship

I just want to be inside of you

Voices, that I perceive


Maybe, just maybe, I can be happy

Leaving my soul, drowning with me

Deep in silence or where should I be?

Maybe, just maybe, I can just sleep in eternity.






Author: Sultan Mahesadewa

Editor: Yohana Satvika Wahyuveda, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)

Illustrator: Kenar Syalaisha Kanayana

Creative Writings Poem

(Not) A Shout Out

This is NOT a shout out

for not sleeping

seven days in a row

and still surviving.

This is an anti yes

for eating a meal

only once a day

and still standing strong.

This is an insult

for faking your strength

in the midst of chaos

where you deserve a break


Author: Agnes Seraphine

Editor: Siti Aminah Intan Utami, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)

Illustrator: Betsy Mariana Agoha

Features Movie Review

Bocchi The Rock! Review

Characters of Bocchi The Rock!. “REVIEW: ‘Bocchi The Rock,’ Season 1 Delivers The First Steps Of A Special Musical Journey,” by Charles Hartford, 24 Dec. 2022.,

(Ikuyo Kita)             (Ryo Yamada)             (Hitori Gotoh/Bocchi)            (Nijika Ijichi)

Are you tired of watching the same old anime with the same old isekai and rom-com genres? Then, prepare to rock out with Bocchi the Rock! Follow the life of the timid and introverted Hitori Gotoh, aka Bocchi, on her adventures and struggle to form her own band. Along the way, she meets new friends such as the kind-and-friendly Nijika Ijichi, the eccentric Ryo Yamada, and the sociable yet cheerful Ikuyo Kita. Will they succeed in forming their band, and can they pull off their first concert?

This anime has a progressive plot since it follows the manga. The anime is still brand new, having only been released on October 9th, 2022. Bocchi the Rock! is a massive success since this anime has some key factors that attract its viewers, but first, let’s understand the plot of Bocchi the Rock!.

Hitori Gotoh from Bocchi The Rock!. “Bocchi the Rock! – Review,” by Rafael Motamayor, 30 Dec. 2022.,

Hitori Gotoh aka Bocchi is a high schooler who dreams of becoming the best guitarist in the world, but she has one problem: she has social anxiety, a fear of interaction, and is basically introverted. She panics since her future could be a game of life that goes down. She thinks of an idea to form a band, but she soon shuts it down since she is too shy to interact with anyone. One faithful day, she meets someone who will soon change her life. Nijika is looking for a guitarist. She sees Bocchi, and after a few moments, Bocchi is now at Nijika’s place with one of Nijika’s friends, Ryo. They try performing together before stopping after listening to their awful performance. Although their first time goes terribly, they never give up, and Bocchi makes a promise to help Nijika and improve the band. The band will have a journey from nothing to modest fame. There’s still a lot that goes on, but that is the main plot of Bocchi the Rock!.

I was eager to write a review of this show because of how unique it is. I enjoyed the storyline and how the anime developed each character; because Bocchi is the main character she receives the most development, but it is done smoothly. I really like where Bocchi goes into a character development arc after meeting Nijika, Kita, and Ryo. Their journey is not always smooth sailing. They have to prepare many things for their concert. And for Bocchi, she has to handle her social anxiety attack. Though having a hard time, they try their best and never give up. Together, their band “Kessoku” prevails at their second concert, and Bocchi really shines and shows her true self. Last but not least, the graphics for a slice-of-life anime are fantastic, despite the use of CGI at times. But it’s used appropriately, hence why it’s so charming.

This anime attracts its viewers because it’s not only about cute anime girls doing cute anime things; it’s also about someone who’s trying to overcome their social anxiety, the struggle of forming a band, and how friendships are made. And thanks to this, they manage to win the coveted Anime of the Year award at the 9th Anime Trending Awards, overcoming other competitors. So, if you’re looking for a different anime, give Bocchi the Rock! a chance.

Journalist: Putu Beryl Putra Widyadhana

Editor: Nanda Pratama Putera Tomasila, Ruth Tirza Arina(QC)

Creative Writings Poem

A Perfect Day for Me

Wake up with things in the right place

Hear a clunk of stuff from downstairs

Sounds so busy I wonder

Turns out it is my lover

I realize, they just ran a marathon

Calling me over to eat some croutons


Their sweat, the kitchen mess, and the breakfast they baked

It clicks to me as my sleepiness fades

We eat some and hang out

Out for a date, just us two

Forgetting there are others in this world

Since my mind is enticed with the thought of being with you


Having our favorite lunch at our favorite place

Then out for some desserts and games

Strolling around the grocery aisle

Until suddenly, we’ve had heaps of items

That we unconsciously took for each other

Because we know what each other like


We get home and magically turn the groceries into dinner.

Just joking, we cook it, of course, together

And eat it, also together

As we play our music

And have a conversation that I cherish


That’s my perfect day

It’s filled with you

Because you sound romantic

You feel romantic

You that is yet to become my reality


But at least for now, I can picture it

How it went inside my film reel mind

With each minute, not being wasted

Waiting for this scene to be played

As it is, after all, my perfect day

Author: Gregorius Beryl S.S.

Editor: Siti Aminah Intan Utami, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)

Illustrator: Ajeng Suci Hati