This is my family. I’m the oldest daughter and I have a younger sister and brother. My dad comes from Lampung,
but actually his ancestor is from Jogja. My mom comes from Magelang, where I
was born at. My mom told me that her ancestors were actually Chinese, and here
come the story.
My
grandmother had parents. The parents that she knew were not her true parents.
Her father once married with Chinese woman in Rangkasbitung, West Java. But
then, when my great grandmother was pregnant and then 9 months later she gave
birth to my grandmother, but she passed away. Then after some
other time, my great grandfather remarried with one of their maids. And she is
the one who was known as my great grandmother, coz my great grandfather never
told anything to my grandmother.
Then, how could I know this kind of
story? My mom told me, but I don’t know where she got this story. Maybe from
his brother who has an ability to see something we can’t see. This story about
my grandmother’s ancestors still becomes a hot issue in my big family. Some of
my uncles and aunts want to find out but I don’t know how. They said they
wanted to do superstitious things. The real drama. Lol.
I lived in Magelang until 2 years old
(If I’m not mistaken), then I moved to Jogja with my family. I spent my
kindergarten, elementary, junior and senior high, and also university, in this
lovely city. I’m thinking to move out from here after senior high, but my
father didn’t allow me. He wanted me to stay here, go to the university, and
teaching in his English course.
At first I didn’t know what major I
should take in the university. I thought about communication or international
relation things. But then when my father asked me what I want to take in
university, I answered with anything with no math in it. There it is the idea
of going to English Literature illuminated me. I hate math. From elementary, I
was always sick if I was going to have a math exam, except in the national
exam. I always got remedial too in math. The fear of math came because my first
elementary math teacher was so scary. She was a killer teacher. If she asked
you and you didn’t know the answer, she would be angry. I thought that is the
reason why I do not really like math.
Why English Literature? It has a
connection with my dad’s business. He bought one of English course’s franchises
and he wanted me to teach there and later continued it. Even though the idea of
going to English Literature was my dad’s but I don’t feel like being forced to
go here. I like English. I love watching western movie, listening to the song,
and I amazed by someone who speaks English fluently. I want to watch movie
without subtitle, listening to the song and know the meaning, and speak English
fluently with foreigners. That is why I’m here now. And I’m happy to be here.
