Unforgettable Moments

The United States Of America...

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Today is my twelfth birthday. Happy ha-tiku because my birthday this time is celebrated very festive. "There is good news for all of you" Papa said suddenly.

"Good news? What good news, Pa?" many pen-saran. "Yes, Pa? What happy news?" ask Mas Donny. Apparently, she's just like me. Meanwhile, Mama just smiled sweetly, because I'm sure, Mama already knows the good news.

"Father can study in America" he answered with sparkling eyes.

"O yeah?!" me and Mas Donny can hardly believe it.

"Congratulations, yes, Pa!" I said as I kissed Papa's hand and hugged her. Mama and Donny did the same.

"And, we and our families will move to America" Papa said again.

"WHAT?! We're moving to America?" manywould be surprised. "Yes!" answer Papa briefly.

"Yes!" mas Donny said as he clenched his hands excitedly. Apparently, he was very happy with the news. "Didn't I hear wrong, Pa?" ask me again to stop.

"Yes, don't be, baby!" timpal Mom.

"But, Ma...., Pa?" I said again as a sign that I objected to Papa's decision. "Yeah.., lots of protests, huh! Seneng, kali, we can go to America!" said Mas Donny who could not hide his pleasure.

"But, Pa, I don't want to go to school there. I want to be here!" my answer.

"Honey, we can't possibly leave you here. You are not old enough to leave us. We also don't want to leave you to Grandma because Grandma is very old to take care of you,"

said Mama softly. "But, Ma.., I don't want to live there," I whined to Mama. Wish Mama would support me so I moved to America.

"When are we going, Pa?" asked Mas Donny still with his burning spirit.

"Two weeks," replied Papa.

"What?! Two more weeks?!" that surprising answer left me even more helpless in the face of Papa's majority-backed decision. Finally, with a heavy heart, I gave up.

Two weeks feels so fast. We also have to be soon

On our way to the United States, we were in transit at Changi Airport in Singapore. Then, proceed to Japan. I was thinking, Japan? Well, even if I just stop there, I will go out for a while, ah, invite Mas Donny to buy souvenirs.

After arriving at Japan's international airport, passengers are allowed one hour to get around and get some fresh air. I took Mas Donny with me to buy me a souvenir. Our bodies felt stiff and stiff as we sat on the plane for eight hours.

After buying some souvenirs, we took a plane trip and continued our journey.

"Hey, Hannah! Wake up!" Mas Donny woke me up in an early morning ray tara through the small window of the plane. "Yes...!" I answered a little annoyed.

All passengers one by one disembarked from the un-tuk plane to continue their respective journeys. We packed up and went down like them.

Yes, we are in Amsterdam, Netherlands. It's the third transit and we have to wait up to ten hours to get on the next plane. It would be very boring if there was no activity we did. Therefore, we take advantage of this ten-hour time for sightseeing and shopping for typical Dutch souvenirs. I was amazed at this city, very classic and certainly interesting to explore.

Eight hours later, we waited for the next flight. It felt like the clock was moving. Bored, I tried to close my eyes while listening to my MP3, Mas Donny was engrossed in his PSP, while Mama and Papa were just telling stories.

"Announcement! Attention to the American Airlines YJ 143 passengers, your plane is now boarding. First call to the American Airlines YJ 143 passengers, your plane is boarding. Thank you for your attention!" said someone with a loudspeaker so it sounded to all corners of the airport. His English has a very thick British accent.

We immediately entered the gate and walked through the hallway that led to the plane door. This plane is bigger. There are two levels; an upper floor for VIP passengers and a lower floor for business and economy passengers. My family and I got downstairs. Although not much different from the upstairs, but I would love to sit in the place of the people who got VIP tickets. So, you can feel a little bit higher. Although, it won't affect my appearance.

After the evacuation rules and procedures were shown, the order took off. I pray in my heart to be safe to arrive at my destination. The place to go is now farther and longer the journey. Papa said, when we arrived in Chicago, we left again to Urbana, where we would live later.

"You want something to eat, Doll-face?" ask a flight attendant named Brittney.

I fell silent because he just called me "doll-face". Is my face like a puppet? If the doll is cute and cute, no problem. But, if he meant, an ugly and weathered puppet, just watch out!

"Yeah, I want a glass of orange," I replied still not meaning what he had just said. "Okay!"

"Here you go, Muffin," Brittney said again as she passed, pushing the food cart.

I'm silent again. Now, he says I'm "muffin"? What do you want, huh?! Then I looked at Papa. Papa explained what the stewardess said.

"Oh, muffins and doll-face are other words of 'honey' or 'sweet'. So, not knowing your name, she said 'sweet' to you! It is common in America. In fact, there are many more. Se-perti sweetheart, sweetie, honey, baby, baby-doll, sunshine, pump-kin, and the two words," tell Papa while stroking my pocket.

Now I understand what those words mean. I'm ashamed of myself.

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