Room Number 7
Part 1's
Introduce, my name is Mira. I am the youngest of four brothers. I come from one of the sub-districts in Bogor Regency, West Java. Right in 2011, I graduated in one of the High Schools in Bogor Regency. At that time, I actually did not want to continue my education. My only desire is one, which is to work directly and be able to make money so as not to burden my parents again.
Understandably, I was born into a mediocre family. My father was just a farmer. While my mother sells vegetables in the market. However, both my parents forced me to continue my education.
Because they said, I should be able to surpass the two of them. Change the fate of the family if it has a high degree. Because of the insistence of my parents, I can only obey. At first, my father asked me to go to college in Yogyakarta.
Not without reason dad wanted me to study there, because my first brother had settled and had a family there. So that I can be monitored for staying at my sister's house. Moreover, my tuition fees will also be helped by my first brother.
But I refused. I still have a bad taste. My refusal is not to want to live free. But, if my brother was single, I would have agreed to father's wishes.
Finally I asked to go to college in Bandung. Because the distance is not so far, every weekend or college holiday, of course I can go home. Compared to studying in Yogyakarta. I only come home once a year, like my first brother.
After long enough weighing my request, father finally allowed it as well. There is my best friend who will also study in the Flower City. Name's Santi. That way, my father believed, because Santi also knew my family.
Long story short, Santi and I went together to the city of Bandung to enroll in two universities. One public college (PTN) and the other private college (PTS).
We ourselves do not follow the independent path to be able to study at PTN. Because of course back to our family's financial problems.
Early arrived in the city of Bandung, we both did not immediately look for a boarding place. The problem is, you are still blind roads and areas in the city of Bandung. Coincidentally at that time, Santi was planning to stay at his tantenya house in the Sukajadi area for a while.
And grateful to me at that time, Santi's aunt allowed me to stay as well. We stayed at Aunt Dita, just call it that, for at least almost two weeks until we found a suitable princess boarding house.
Our chosen daughter was in area X. Finally, we decided to immediately occupy the new boarding house because it already felt bad and quite troublesome Aunt Dita. Although, at that time we were still waiting for the SNMPTN written test schedule.
"Tante, Mira thank you for being so well received here. I'm sorry that Mira was a lot of trouble during her stay" I said as I said goodbye.
"No. Aunt is just a seneng. At least aunt has a friend these past few weeks. Remember yes, if you've been snoozing don't be naughty" threatened Aunt Dita.
"Neng, later if there is free time, often play here huh. Aunty also asked for help, later tell also the location of your boarding house" he asked Santi. "God willing aunty" replied Santi.
