Ningsih

She is my youngest dolan-dolan friend, 18 y.o. She said that she felt really old when she turned 18 y.o then I felt the pinch. "How could I go together with you guys, (the rongpuluhtahunan)?" she said that too. *plak.* Her name is Nikita, she came from Bantul. Because of that, we called her Ningsih. It seemed quite better than Nikita, our tongues always sliped when we said Nikita.

She always said "Astagfirullah" and "MasyaAllah" and "Subhanallah". Compared with my (impolite) words "asem ik" "nggapleki" etc, she is really polite girl.

When I visited Kasongan Bantul and I prayed Ashar in a mosque nearby after the adzan was echoed, I saw many people came into mosque and prayed ashar berjamaah. I was so amazed by them, because there was no habitual action like that in my current city, Jakarta.

Mbok-Mbok Jamu

Last Wednesday was an ordinary day. I woke up early morning. My mood was going wrong but no one realized it. I could do many activities as usual. I tidied up my room, i washed my dirty clothes, i hummed songs when i took a bath, then I went to work.

When i was walking alone to my office, i saw a stranger, a woman, mbok-mbok jamu, with my pointless sight but deeply. Actually, we didn't know each other. She looked at me back then she said, "Si Cantik" and smiled at me. I replied her and gave her my sweetest and sincerest smile. She could encourage me with her pure smile. In conclusion, we didn't need to know each others to give some good things to others.