CORETAN HATI TICERSHAM

CORETAN HATI TICERSHAM

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Naskah ini bukan cerita erotis, bukan cerpen, bukan novel. Ia adalah coretan hari aku sebagai penulis yang telah lama berkecimpung hampir 30 tahun, segala thought yang ada dalam benakku, nukilan, pendapat, gerak hati, kata hati, dan apa sahaja yang aku nak luahkan, nak share dengan korang. Ia juga boleh dijadikan wadah untuk korang berkongsi pendapat dengan aku, berkomunikasi, berbalas komen sekiranya ada pertanyaan, kemusykilan, pendapat yang dilontarkan. Sekali lagi diingatkan : NASKAH INI BUKAN CERITA >
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