Zia's Love Story
Chapter 1 Friends, family, and beloved village
Life is full of twists and turns and different stories for everyone. Everyone knows that different heads are different thoughts and opinions. No life story is the same for everyone. Although there are usually only on a few sides. People say, of course confused choose it if everyone is the same. Including my story, if there is the same it is just a coincidence.
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Just relax yeah, no need to be that serious and here's my story. I was born as the youngest of three children. My name is Fauzia Natasya Henari the youngest daughter of Mr. Hendri Wiriatmaja and Ms. Fatimah Sri Wulansari. My first brother was a boy named Imam Ashari, whom I often called Kak Ashar. He is a quiet but loving man. My mother said it was like a gong, if it wasn't hit it didn't sound. Hehehe, probably because my brother was so quiet.
My second sister was Kharisma Husnul Khotimah. Neighbors and people at home often call Khotim, but his friends at school and at work call Risma. The usual first name is called. My brother this one is super chatty but actually kind and loving anyway. Kak Khotim will be furious if I make a mistake. Sometimes my brother this one I jailin because it's so chatty.
Brother Ashar has been working for a company since I was in Junior High. Our age difference is 9 years, while my age difference with the age of Kak Khotim three years. When I entered Junior High School, Kak Khotim entered High School, while Kak Ashar was already working. Because our family is a mediocre family, then our father all equate our education only ended up in High School. It was also felt to be high considering that both of our parents were only SD graduates. However, it does not discourage our determination to achieve the achievement of pursuing our ideals and dreams.
My father worked as a laborer. Sometimes building porters, sometimes head climbers, uh sorry I mean coconut climbing, sometimes even pelvic porters. Whatever it is all done father sincerely and never give up for the family's living. While my mother in addition to being a housewife also helps work by making baskets of woven bamboo. The basket was then sold to the market.
So remember my childhood when I was in elementary school playing water in the river with my classmates. There are Eko, Rian, Taufik, Karin, and Erna. Every Sunday when we are not in school, we spend time playing together. At that time we made a small trench in a clear river. The winner is the one who managed to make the longest trench.
That day because of the fun of playing, we did not pay attention to the rising sun. We also did not hear the sound of the call of the dhuhur that afternoon. Either because of the ripple we play or it is not heard in the river. Suddenly there was a loud bang in the middle of the kedung near us playing.
Blooms....
The sound was very loud and made us all stand staring towards the origin of the sound in the rapids that were close to where we played. We all look at each other.
