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That time was the first start I was living alone in boarding house. My parents
decided to move to Masohi when I was the third grade in High School. because
the teachers at my school does not allow me to move for reasons will soon test
so my parents left me in sukabumi and my sister who still studying at collage
at Bandung together with my cousin. I went through the day with full of
boredom, until one day I decided to run away from school and went to see my
sister in Bandung. 10 minutes the last lesson had passed but, the teacher did
not come yet. Seeing the situation is safe to run away I was clear up all of my
stuff and told all of my friends that I wanted to go home. I ask them to keep
it. I ran through the back of the school yard. I have to be extra careful when
down a small hill behind the school because the land is very slippery, if I'm
wrong stepped it I would fall into the abyss.
After
coming out of school area I chosed to pass a small alley, only after enough
away from the school, I decided to ride public transportation to the bus
station. Arriving at the terminal I was boarding An empty bus towards the
Leuwih Panjang. Quite a long, to wait until the bus is full and advanced. I
enjoyed the journey with sleep along the way. When the bus arrived at Leuwih
Panjang, I rushed down and look Damri towards the dago because my sister
bording house is in the Dago area. Seeing the hallway that led my sister
bording house who familiar for me passed by Damri, I had asked the driver
to stop and get off. that moment was had started to drizzle and soon dusk
arrived so I hasten my steps.
Half an hour had passed, but I did not also get
to my sister bording house. I was just turning in the area because I forgot the
way to my sister bording house. I decided to take a break for a while but,
Suddenly I saw a middle-aged woman in front of me. Without await no longer I
went straight towards her and asked if he knew my sister? she answer no and
start asking where I was from. After hearing where I come from and hear all of
my story she was took me to went to the house of the head of rt which not far
from the area we were.
Arriving at the house of the head rt they was greeted us so warmly. In
there i was telling all happened to them, the head of rt began to take on all
the list of names of people which live in the bording house area in there. But
nothing, no name my sister there. They then asked why I did not call my sister
alone. I shyly answered the phone was broken fell into a ditch two days ago.
they began to ask anything that I can use to call my sister then I remembered
that my facebook was connected with my sister. I began to send messages
to my sister to pick me up at the house of the head of rt by my facebook which
opened at the head of rt child laptop.
While waiting for the arrival of my sister I
spoke with the head of household families and some local residents who came to
the house of the head of household who want to know what is going on. Then
about 9 my sister and my cousin came to pick me up. along our journey towards
my sister bording house. I continued to lecture.
When we arrived in my sister bording house i was realize that the house
of the head of rt was not far from my sister house. The experience made me
become a a famous person around the area. People in there always greet me every
time they saw me. from that incident I realized that blurred when
learning in school is wrong. it really makes me never again blurred when the
subject was in progress at the school
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