My name is Maira

- Uti House -

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This is my second week at my paternal grandmother's house, or we used to call it uti.

My morning after cleaning up was relaxing on the couch, turning on the television, and playing with my Blackberry.

Reply to BBM or play twitter and Facebook.

BBM is short for blackberry messenger.

I saw recent photos of my college friends on their vacation, including a photo of her picking up her sister at school.

These photos are generally shared on Facebook.

Of course I immediately apologized to dita, ayu and bowo for having to cancel an appointment with them.

Although I immediately apologized, after my conversation with alan and mother, but she was still sad because I did not go with ayu and bowo to her house in Semarang.

I describe at a glance the atmosphere of my vacation home, or uti house which is the mother of the father.

The house is almost the entire construction building made of wood.

Although the Uti house is very old, but its residents take good care of this house.

The front yard is very large, as well as the back yard.

Backyards or backyards, full of trees, and do not miss the goat and cow sheds that line the side of the backyard.

I did not myself go to the house uti, brother alan who is a third-year student accompanied me.

Going to the house uti during college holidays, or school holidays first, has become a mandatory routine that I run with kak alan.

Uti house is in kulonprogo, or commonly we call westprog.

Although the house is very far from our house, my father and mother always visit us almost every weekend.

While me and alan, often visit only during long libura.

Another exciting thing about the uti house is that the beach distance from the uti house is only about ten minutes by motorbike, and it makes me very comfortable at home uti.

The beach is still natural, and still quiet, so I'm the twilight child, of course, really enjoy contemplating on the beach, while watching the sunset.

When we were little, our parents still lived with uti and akung, usually in the afternoon my father always took me and alan kak to the beach.

Alan played kite with his peers, me and dad chose to look for shells.

I grew up in a very harmonious and simple family environment. My father was a civil servant, while my mother used to be a newspaper writer, but now I prefer to be a full-time housewife.

My father was quite strict with me and alan, especially about morals and ethics.

Although my father was firm with us, he always supported whatever positive decisions we made.

Dad often recounted meeting her with mom when they were students.

Me and my brother alan to memorize the story, because it is always repeated every opportunity.

Father is the son of a fisherman, and mother is the only daughter of the dean at one of the favorite campuses in Jogja.

They began to love, when Mom was already a third-grade student, while dad, dad was a new student.

According to the father, he himself lacked the confidence to approach the mother back then.

Dad then offers to be a friend of the mother first, and slowly, the father steals the mother's heart without the mother noticing.

They got married as soon as Dad finished college and graduation.

According to the father, they married recklessly, because at that time the father did not have a job, and it was that the underline father not to be followed by me and also alan's brother.

Dad always hoped that his children would remain financially independent, although one day we would have chosen to have a family.

Especially kak alan, father always advised kak alan, that later he will have a fairly heavy responsibility as the head of the family, so having income is mandatory.

My father always told me that being independent is a gift that we should not miss.

After marriage, the father decided to bring the mother to live with akung and uti in kulonprogo.

Father supported mother by helping me to go to sea, while waiting for a work call, while mother worked in the local newspaper.

Mothers themselves do not matter if their finances used to be unstable.

Father and mother also just decided to add family members, after the father was accepted as a civil servant, and alan brother was born exactly one year, after the father managed to become a civil servant.

Father and mother lived in kulonprogo for five years.

Father then moved to be assigned to kodya, and settled father in kaliurang street until now.

Akung died three years ago, so uti lives alone, but father is not too worried, because aunt wulan and her family live next to the uti house.

Auntie Wulan is the youngest brother of my father.

Father is the second of five children, father has an older brother named aunt hesti, but aunt hesti chose to follow her husband who works in batam.

While om raka, aunt ninik, and aunt wulan still live in the same village as uti until now.

My activities at home uti not much, often just relax, or picking ripe fruit in the back garden, then go to the beach sorenya.

Women of my age in this village, generally wander, or get married early, so I have no peers at all in this village to share stories with.

The only friend I used to confide in here, only Vienna, my cousin who was still Junior High.

"Ra help you cook aunty yuk", bring aunt wulan to me, which makes my daydream so crumpled.

"You want to cook what aunt" I asked, while looking at the message that came in my Blackberry.

"Alan asked in a balado fish masakin", replied aunt wulan.

I put my Blackberry on the table, followed auntie wulan to the kitchen.

"Kak alan where ya aunty", asked me to aunt wulan, while peeling onions.

The star deck is the son of om raka who is only one year old.

"If vienna comes home from school at what time it usually is", ask me again on aunt wulan.

"Wina five o'clock will just come home" replied aunt wulan.

"Much aunty afternoon", I asked.

"Yes want to play first he said to a beautiful house", replied aunt wulan.

I then began to hear complaints about aunt wulan child vienna only wayangnya.

According to aunt wulan, the vienna began asking for expensive items, continued fast emotions, and her work just kept playing.

"Maclum auntie is a teenager" I replied to aunt wulan.

Auntie Wulan just stroked her breath, then gave me instructions to start cleaning the chili.

Alan came home on time for lunch, and just as we were finishing cooking.

Alan went into the kitchen with a grim face, seeing everything ready to eat.

Auntie Wulan then told alan to arrange the table, and called uti to eat together.

"Eat a lot of le" said uti, while taking rice for kak alan.

'Le' is the name for a young child, or boy in Javanese.

"Nggeh uti", replied alan politely.

'Nggeh' is yes in Javanese.

we started to eat one by one the side dishes in front of us.

In addition to balado fish, there is also a mandatory menu at the dinner table, such as fried tofu and fried tempeh, as well as kale vegetables that never miss.

Auntie wulan cuisine is still my favorite and sister alan so far.

The claim is of course without specifying the shrewdness of the mother cooking, but the tongue can not lie, anything that aunty wulan cook must be ludes.

That is what makes aunt wulan always a part of consumption, at every family event held.

"Uti, alan sama rara next week go home yes", said kak alan on uti on the sidelines eating.

"Cock fast, new also kemaren dateng" said uti.

"Udah two weeks uti, it's not yesterday" I said.

"That's why if you visit his grandson, time goes by quickly" said aunt wulan to uti.

"If you go to the house two months, or three months, it's only a short time" uti said, grumbling.

"How long is your semester vacation" asked aunt wulan to us.

"Aunts a month but no work has been done" I replied.

"if two months here yes later the children do not graduate uti" said aunt wulan to uti.

"Yes, it will be a perennial student if the holiday continues", said I, then greeted by laughter aunt wulan.

"You didn't find your girlfriend lan" asked aunt wulan to alan's sister.

"Aunty next week" replied alan.

We then continued eating while hearing aunt wulan joking, and teasing kak alan, about uti who asked when kak alan would marry his girlfriend.

Our conversation while at home uti, fully always use the language of Java.

After eating, I chose to sit on a swing made of mesh, which was installed on the ceiling of the terrace of the house.

Usually this swing is used by the stars when playing to the house uti, but hopefully it is strong and not broken when I sit here.

The home is always comfortable and quiet, as is the perfect place for self-reflection.

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Three weeks passed without pause, my brother and I finally agreed to go home.

As soon as I got home, I swiftly completed my task for five days.

The remaining two days of the semester break, I chose to spend time hanging out with my friends.

Mia, kiki, nia, and rani, they went to school with me in High School.

I was immediately close to them as soon as we started orientation on the third day.

I know them all from High School, except for Kiki.

Kiki was my best friend from elementary school, and we also live in one neighborhood.

Kiki's house is located in front of my grandmother and grandfather's house.

Kiki only lives with her grandfather, while kiki's parents live in Kalimantan.

Kiki house is our basecamp, we always gather at kiki house after school first.

Even now, we still gather at the kiki house, even though we all have studied at different universities.

Grandpa kiki almost every day at home, we are used to going in and out of his house, as if it were our own home.

Grandfather understood this, and did not mind, as long as we kept our manners.

Grandfather also often said, if he was happy when we gathered, because the house became crowded by our laughter.

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