A Glance of Me

Chapter 1

The air was so fresh this morning. I set my foot down the path to my school. Earlier introduce my name is Nia. I live in a very beautiful and comfortable village. I come from an ordinary family. My father was a farmer while my mother used to sell rice on market days (days where the market was selling ). It just so happens that today is not a market day so I can leave for school early. Usually if it's market day I help my mother first to peddle drinks to the market. Like yesterday, I was trying to cross the road to the market with two glasses of hot tea in both hands. “Ndhuk, alon – alon ya anggone nyebrang dalan karo ngeterke wedange, iku wedang hot,”¹ said my mother when I started to help her deliver drinks – drinks customer orders. That's how I can do to help my mom.

“White Mak,”²I replied to him.

Now I am in the 5th grade of elementary school. Oh yes, I am a descendant of the Javanese tribe. So my daily language is Javanese. In Javanese there are levels of language used. If we speak to an older person we should use a more polite language that is the language of the crew. As for peers or younger we use ordinary language or called the ngoko language. Even though my family taught me to always be polite and use proper language towards older people, I am still very difficult to use the language of Java properly and correctly, especially for the crowbar. This is because I often speak nonformally to my – friends using the language of ngoko and also I am very lazy to learn it. Actually as a Javanese I realized that I had to learn the language of the region myself so that I could teach the language to the next generation in the future and so that the language of the region itself can be preserved, in order not to be someone as in the term of the answer is called ”wong java ora jawani”, which is a Javanese who do not know about the customs of – customs own area. But my lazy nature was more dominant than that noble desire.

“Nia, wait for me !,” heard a screaming voice from behind me. It was the voice of my friend Ken. In a hurry – gesa he ran after me who had left him some distance away.

“Hei, Ken! I thought you had left earlier,” I replied to him.

“Hah... What time is Nia? of course I have not left, you are leaving, he he he he,” replied Ken.

“Oh, sorry Ken, today my mother does not sell so I can leave in the morning,” I replied again.

Not felt during the talk – talk now we have arrived at school. We then headed into class. In the first class of lessons is SSD which is Regional Sound Art. Ms. Ratmini as a local content teacher taught me and friends – friends to sing songs – songs region. He also taught us how to grow. Tembang Macapat is a traditional Javanese poem.

The break clock. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Wiji called my two friends and myself to head to the teacher's room. We followed him from behind.

“Dhiki, Nia, and Winda, you mother called here because the three of you were chosen from the school to represent our school in the race at the sub-district level on the upcoming Hardiknas. For Dhiki and Nia you follow the exemplary student competition, while for Winda you specifically follow the art of painting. Therefore prepare yourself as well as – well,” explained Bu Wiji to us.

Time indicates the school's return hours. I rushed home. Today I will help my father in the fields. This is my routine a day – days after school. I called my father Father or Sir, while my mother called Mak. It is true that when he arrived at the house his father had asked me to be invited to go to the rice field. I then hurry to change clothes and get ready – ready to go to the rice field. It just so happens that this is currently the season of rice planting. This morning, in fact, you have plowed the rice fields that will be planted with rice. But his work was not completed until it was resumed during the day.

How to plow the rice fields that you do still use the traditional way of using a cow as a puller plow tool. Although now it has begun to appear modern plow tool that is a tractor, but in my village there are still not many tools that must wait in line to use it. For that, I chose to use traditional tools.

In the rice field I got a task from my father to water the crops that he planted in the fields that are next to the rice fields that will be planted with rice. Previously to water the plant – plants that I had to take water from the river by using a bucket, now the father uses a pralon hose to irrigate it. So I'm easier to water the plant – such plants.

“Ndhuk, lehmu nyirami sawi wis finished what urung?, Come gek mulih wis afternoon iki lo,” ³Ask the father to me.

“Sampun, Sir!, enggih,”⁴ I replied to him. We then rushed home.

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Next next yes, how? There is only one more chapter, the name is short story. Later if there are any more ideas I will make a new story again.

See you on next chapter.

Greetings from Ms. Chocho