A Pile of Misses in Words.

Mas Yoki's letter: part 1

With a thumping and full feeling to seriousness. I also started reading letters from Mas Yoki, who was handwritten in black pen ink. In the polio paper which is ten pages.

Where every piece of polio paper I read, it made me know him even more.

By reciting basmalah.

I slowly read her letter.

First page:

Jogjakarta, January 03, 2011.

Assalamu'alaikum Warohmatulohi.

Adek Wulan's.

I apologized to Dek Wulan.

If my handwriting is ugly and the storyline might be a little confusing.

Honestly, I was confused about where to start and what to tell me about myself. But I try to tell it, which is all my life's story.

Although not everything I can write here. Well then I'll start telling you from.

My background and my education;

I was born from the womb of a native Javanese mother and a native father of Madurese descent.

In a small village at the end of the town of Jember-East Java. My childhood was like any other child, but I tended to be shy, reserved, and timid when dealing with people I didn't know.

Even during school time.

I have to be escorted and waited for by my grandfather to go home from school.

The habit continued for nearly two years.

Until entering elementary school, I had to move to a remote village following the father who was transferred.

Oh yes, Deck Wulan.

My father worked as a Civil Servant, often mutating to villages far from the village where I lived.

While my mother is just an ordinary housewife, while selling small to support the economy in the family.

In a new place I began to rather dare to go to school on my own, despite still relying on new friends to set out together.

In that place, I hang out with my peers. And to fill my childhood there.

My friends and I spent it bathing in the river, fishing, playing bicycles and so on.

About two years later.

I had to leave my friends and change schools.

And back to my home village.

This is because my father's duties in the village have been completed and returned to his home office.

Then I continued the school that was not too far from where I lived.

Up there, my second sister was born through a cesarean section.

Where my parents were my mother had to stay in the hospital for about two weeks.

From there, I thought about doing something by myself. Because the concentration of my parents must have split, for my newborn little brother to this world.

Therefore all school supplies I always prepare it myself.

Two to three years after that.

Every time I play outside.

I always carry my little sister. Although many friends are uncomfortable.

Because I had to take my sister, to play.

But I think this is the risk that the first child can

mong.

Because the mother at home has to finish the housework.

That habit continued until I was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

But it is a bit rare, because I have to concentrate on studying and taking lessons or courses to prepare for the National Examination.

Because by graduating from Primary School. My father promised to betray me.

From there my spirit is snuffled to be able to graduate with a grade that does not disappoint. Even in the middle of my graduation exam preparation.

I got the extra spirit of the birth of my third sister.

It turned out that my sacrifice was not in vain, having known the results of the test.

My grades are good enough to continue on the favorite SLTP.

 

Second page:

Though my cowardice has not gone away.

Thank God it is so relieved.

But I know my fight is not over.

My first year passed without leaving aside the tasks at home, namely by helping mothers and caring for younger siblings.

Entering in my second year of achievement, my discipline and perseverance in school was somewhat disrupted.

Maybe because of getting carried away so often skipping school.

That is coming out with friends during lessons and often hanging out that is not clear.

But one day, all my habits stopped completely.

Because my father was called to school. And the school told my father.

That this one month I only went to class for ten days.

From there my father always limited my association, and always monitored wherever I went.

So every time I go home from school I just give permission to play around the house.

After that, he continued to teach in Surau until 09.00 pm.

After coming home I was forced to study for a while and sleep until 04.30 am.

Continue with the dawn prayer.

Keep learning again while accompanying grandma and mom cooking, to sell a variety of cooked vegetables at my grandmother's rice stall.

After that, I took a shower and kept getting ready to go to school.

Of course with my favorite bike.

The habit continued until the third year, until I passed SLTP with a rather astonishing value.

Because I'm in the top ten best in my SLTP.

Even though from first to third grade, I can say my achievements are very mediocre.

But all of that I am grateful for and can make myself proud.

Although many questions from friends are satirical.

Whatever they say.

I just ignored it.

Because it's the result of my learning and my parents' tough attitude.

Graduated with good grades.

Not that the trust of parents, can make me choose what school I want to go to.

That's where the problem is.

Honestly, I didn't want to go to SMU. I just want to enter STM, because I think that vocational school has its pluses.

Other than that we have a general lesson.

But we also get skills that are directly oriented to the world of work.

That's where I had a tough challenge from my dad.

Because the STM image in my place always makes a mess and a lot of brawls on the road, rather than studying in class.

From there my spirit was down once and almost wanted to enter the boarding house.

But again I had to resign myself to the authoritarian attitude of the father, who without my knowledge had enrolled me in vocational school as well.

But SMEA and when I found out it wasn't playing I was disappointed.

Until I did not greet my father for two days.

Because in my eyes the SMEA is only filled with girls.

If there are any boys.

But there must be very few and certainly boys who have been waving.

But once again I realized.

Maybe this is the best path I have to take.

Even though the first entrance to school a little lazy.

But all my prejudices or thoughts about the school were turned around and not completely true.

Even though she is still a dominating girl.

But his boys weren't all waving.

From there I was a little bit at home.

Because I'm starting to get to know my friends.

It means a rock music genre.