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About This Blog

Sugeng rawuh.

Welcome to this blog.

This is where I write fiction in Javanese language. All stories here are written by me.

At first, I tried to write longer strories, but then I prefer to write them shorter. I can say I write flash fiction now.

I don't put any translation here in the blog post, but you can use Google Translate I provided on the sidebar, if you need to. But I don't guarantee the satisfaction of reading the stories in other language.

Although the stories are in Javanese language, I don't always put Javanese rituals and folk tales here.

I do put Javanese names, indeed, to make the stories have a real touch of Java.

Why I named this blog renteng pete? I wish to make it as popular as pete and I really wish to create a continuous connection between the old (not ancient) and the new Javanese stories as shown in a row of pete.

If you have something to ask, please feel free to contact me via email.

Thank you.

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