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sweetest farewell

I still remember . That day was saturday. My mother intended to take me home to her hometown .

Yes . I'll be with my sisters . Together with my dhe sir we set off to the garuda mas pool which is in cakung.

"Assalamualaikum. Today I want to take it home . If you want to see kaka, I'm in the garuda pool". That's the text message my mother sent to my father .

Yups, although my father rarely came home and impressed abandoned his wife's child . But as a dutiful wife . her legal obligation to my parents informed my father.

The clock shows at 12 noon . I mama and pak dhe I have reached the pool garuda .

Tickets are held by pakdheku . Soon my grandmother along with my father and auntie yani approached us at the pool.

Shit for my bunda . My grandmother insisted on taking me back to the white champaka . Pull each other is not inevitable . But I swiftly took me into the bus we were about to board .

Indeed the departure schedule at 13:00wib. but for my security my father was forced to wait patiently in the bus.

Unexpected . My father and grandmother bought the same bus ticket as me . My grandmother said that I can't take me anymore . But he was about to take me to kamoung my round page .

After a long journey . We finally arrived in the city of Purwodadi . Yes the city where I grew up . A city where small children grow and develop .

Arriving at the yard . My grandmother and my father bought me some toys and clothes . The little youk who usually doesn't see such a wide courtyard . It was quite a pleasure to run around the house .

My grandmother's neighbors (mothers of my parents) were quite welcome with me . At that time I was still white and my mother always called me sister.

Villagers who are not accustomed to the name of brother (another name of mas ) also follow the call of mother.

From various backgrounds either anak2 as I . Teen . Everyone calls me up with the call of my sister.

My famous calling . Rarely do people know my real name .

at the time of my mother, my grandmothers, my father, my father and the neighbors were busy talking. I walk2 around the house .

I don't know long beans are amazed . Not because of the tree or fruit . but a buffer made of bamboo as a place to propagate long beans .

Little Andik is hyperactive . I finally removed the bamboo and took it to the streets .

I intercepted the bikers who were about to pass . Maybe they are confused by my behavior . But they patiently told me not to play on the street.

I was stubborn . I didn't heed what the rider said . I'm still playing on the street and still intercepting 2 people.

"Sister. Don't play on the street . Here home". Call my bundle .

But I didn't listen . I ran away . My father chased me until I fell.

His name is a small child if it falls yes it must cry . Hahaha.

After I was carried home by my father . Lukakupunn was given the drug betadine by bundaku.

2 Days my father and my grandmother (mother of my father) were in my hometown . Finally they decided to return to Jakarta because negotiations with my bundle were not won by them.

My life in the village is very different from being in Jakarta . If it is Jakarta I only have a narrow playroom . I have enough space here .

I always wanted to master everything from childhood . Because I'm a round man I bought me a little plastic ball . Yeah . I like it so much I like it with the ball . Every waking up must be what is sought is a ball.

because me and my two sisters have gathered in the village . My mother no longer wander . He decided to become a reseller of clothes around the village . The heat of the rain he was hit for a mouthful of rice for his son2nya.

The rest of my grandmother's success is just a little . In addition to income as a reseller . My family's counting on pension money from my great-grandfather .

I was 5 years old at the time . My mother finally put me in a kindergarten - the kindergarten that was in my village .

I'm glad to be with the crowd . We play while learning . The background of my friends who are mostly just children of farmers makes us not spoiled . We went home by ourselves . Unlike the present day that Kindergarten children are always awaited by their mothers.

I'm not the shy type of person . I'm the brave type of person . Because of this, I was able to meet many friends at Kindergarten .

The afternoon after I came home from school . I took the time to play ball. Yes I played alone by kicking 2 balls into the wall of my grandmother's house made of wood.

The day passed . I who still do not know shame often peed in front of the door of the house.I do not care about the bathroom . I prefer the near and easy.

Little youk growing . I am 6 years old now . I was also entered into an ibtidaiyah madrasah in my area .

I still remember . My time is class 1 MI . I'm still 6th but the age of the majority of my friends is 7th . Because of the age gap . I had to stay in class .

It was my mother who asked for that . Afraid that his son will not be able to follow the lesson . Though at that time my grade was not too bad because all maples got a value above 7. But no 1 gets a 9.

A year later . I've already taken the last wulan chess . Thank God I got 2 out of 40 students in my class . I am so proud of my results.

I am still closely watched by my grandmother and my kinsmen of my family .

I still remember that time I was in the middle of class 1 MI . I had a fever . My mother brought me the nearest puskesmas .

Dipuskesmas. My mother takes care of the administration first. My mother is careless in watching me . I walked out of the puskesmas.

I saw a water gutter . Yes . I was amazed by such water . I was curious and I ended up throwing myself away.

Damn to me I can't go up anymore because the /got gutter I stole is taller than me.

My mother searched for me . I heard his voice calling my name. Because I feel ashamed because I'm so dirty . I finally decided to shut up . Yes I stayed in the got until a grown man found out where I was .

I don't know who he was then picked me up from inside the got . My mother, who knew this, rushed over to us and nagged me

Yes . My mother is a fierce person. Pugnacious . Often he nagged my mischief . But I never paid attention . I still want to know about a lot of things .