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                                    9 MONTHS IN PARE

4 years ago, I went to pare. My uncle was accompany me went there. Actually I didn’t want my uncle accompany me in east jave. But it was no matter. I had a friend in the Travel.We got  in Traver at 9 pm.We arrived in Pare for about 3 pm. So , we in the Traver for about 7 hours. We didn’t know the place of boarding house that had we order. We were waiting morning and subuh’s prayer in the mosque. It was so long for waiting subuh’s prayer until I was sleep in there. Suddenly, there was a woman wake me up. I was really sock because I still sleepy. I took a ritual ablution and pray. After finish prayer’s subuh, my uncle asked  someone to indicate address’s boarding house.

The shine sine was a beatiful from east. There was a woman wave her hand. We walked there. A woman said, why you didn’t call me after you arrive here. My uncle said, we were afraid distrube you. After I met the owner, my uncle went home. I stayed in Fajar camp. No one in boarding school because two week after Idul fitri’s day. I were tidy my room to look comfortable. Then, I asked mother land where was place of bicycle. I rent a bicycle to look for a place of course. The prise was 80 thousand for one person. Kresna’s course was the frist I choose. My friend ever told me to choose Kresna. I studied in Kresna for about three months. One month in EC and two months in Planet Engglish. The students were ten people but run one week there were sevent people. My teacher’s name in EC is Mr. Yasin and my teacher’s name in Planet Engglis were Mr. Adzin.

That moment was awesome because I got many experienses. If we had duty, we study together in the corner shop. When went course every body use bicycle together. It was very exaited that I know only in Pare. I was happy. After examination, my friend and I make party as like burn corn and sing song together. Every two week, we got examination and the value always patch in the wall mazagine.The last moment with friend’s of Kresna, we went to Pasir Putih’s beach. We make a tend in the riverbank. We make a game, the bonefire and singing a song. It was summer paradise for us. In the morning, we went to onother island. It was amazing. Soekarno’s grave also we visited and Star fruit garden.

 After I finished  my study in Kresna I was continue in BEC. I studied in BEC for six months. I met father of who make the first time “Kampong inggris”, his  name is Mr. Kalen. He had three children. All of his children taught in BEC also. He was old but he was still energic. it was more exaited for me. Every examination no one asked to onother people. Mr Kalen said, you must be honest. No one cheating in exam. He didn’t want if  in the future his students tobe lie people. We were always  honest doing exam. No one can be brave cheating. Now   we know  exacly about honestly.

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                                    Special Moment Of Ramadhan

            On 8 august 2013, that was great month for me and all of muslim in the world. That month was I miss during three years, when I was in senior high school I never back to my home in Jambi. After graduated I went to my grandpa’s home in Salatiga. I was looking for the ticket and the prise was normal, bacause it was still in the bigining of Ramadhan. The next day I prepared all of my thing that I need. For about 03.30am I get up to sahur and  subuh prayer, than  my uncle and I went to airport in Semarang. We arrived in there 05.00 o’clok. I entered and cek in. I flied in Jambi at 06.10 am. My felt besthing do hard, I don’t know that was felt happy or afraid because was my first time get in plane.

 Ramadhan month was a moment with my family. Breakfasting with  my family that was I wait, because eating together was a nice a moment with my beloved family. Togetherness was a beutiful, why I caled a beutiful? Because we met each other and eating together. I thought all of people wants like that also in moment Ramadhan. Special menu breakfasting was like soup kerang, oncom and mushroom. That menu was a dilicious meal. After breakfasting done, my family and I was doing the magrib prayer together and waiting for terawih prayer. Some of men were recaiting al-qur’an untill 11 am. Usually the woman was doing like that after duhur prayer.

The third day before Idul Fitri my mother and I made cake like Nastar, Brownis and Rempeyek. My brother litle bit help us. The following day my mother bought chiken and all flavours that needed. Special menu in Idul Fitri was like Opor ayam, Sambal kentang ati, Semur ayam and Ketupat, so my mother would make that menu. Ofcourse did not forget about the flavours to make them. The things were complete and my mother start cooking. My father made Ketupat from young coconut leaf and I cleaned in the living room, put in onother curtain, sweep the yard and it was done I helped my mother. In the evening my mother took the place of food ( Rantang, in javanis) to give my two grandpa and grandma. My brother had been already to give it. That was culture in my town.

In the night of ramadhan all of muslim in the world were doing Takbiran.  All of the people gave tithe tobe holi person. If someone gave the tithe every year it’s mean a sin was remove and back to born again. That was benefit of tith. Several people were Takbiran and several again were doing divide a tithe, for the children and adult usually went outside to do Takbiran’s around. I thought many people buy Kembang api, morever the children must have it. The night of Ramadhan was very crowded. There was  many of voice’s Takbiran and Kembang api. Usually I slept more than 11.00 o’clock. In the morning my mother got up at 04.00 o’clok to wake us up and to do preyer subuh together. Latter, I took a bath and prepare went to mosque with my family to do prayer of Idul Fitri. Just two (rakaat) was doing prayer. After pray the people were shake their hand and said Minal Aizdhin Walfaidhzin, the meaning was to forgive each other. In the my grandma’s house we usually gather to shake hand each other, especially with my beloved big family.

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NAME: DEWI MARINDA

NIM    : 113-14-064

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                                                MY FAMILY

            I have one sister, one brother and my parents of course. My parents is the important that I have in my live. Without my parents, I am nothing. So that way, they are my hero. My mother is Badiatul Khasanah. My mother has  a beautiful face although she has 48 years old. She has a brown eyes.  She has a brown skin. She is still slim because she keeps her body. If she wear long dress, she is very elegant. Every day, she always cook for her family. My favorite one is soup kerang. She cooks very well. Although I am so far from my mother, I always miss my mother’s cooking.

            My father is Dalilal. He is two years older than my mother. He is 50 years old. He is very tall. He has a oval face and there is a small indentation in his chin. He has a brown ayes. He has a black hair although in several his hair there is white hair. He is very hard working. Beside that he is working in his own sawit garden. He is not alone, there is onother people working in sawit garden. Karet garden also is own. He’s a charitable.

            This is my sister. Her name is Kholfiatun Ilmi. She is the oldest between  my brother and I. She’s  28 years old. She is a beautiful and she has brown eyes like my parents. She has a soft skin. I like her hair. Her hair is black and straight. She is taller than me. Sometime, she will get sensitive if my brother and I distrube her. She is a good sister because she always give us example to be a good people.She is often give pulse although I am not ask. She is a teacher in Jambi.She has got marriage in 2009. Now, she has not a baby. I don’t know why. She and her husband look for medicine to have a baby. I am pity with them.  She is often go to in doctor.  My mother suggets her before she has not ger marriage, you don’t drink tablet of KB. But she is persistent drink it because at the time she was finish her study. Maybe because of it. Her husband never demand to have baby but he always effort to look for a way.

            The last is my brother. His name is Putra Baihaqi. He is 15 years old. Now, he is in the second of junior school Jambi. He has a small indentation in his chin like my father too. He has a black hair too. The last children in my family is my young brother. He is rather spoiled than me. Everything he wants must be complete. He is also in boarding school for about two years to now. His spirit study make always proud of with him.