Wednesday, May 7, 2014

A Part of Mine



Hello, everyone! I am Widia Kusuma Wardani. All of you are able to call me Widia, but my close friends usually call me “ndut” or “mbem”. I do not know the exact time they start to call me that “name”, but I am sure that the reason they call me like that is because my physically appearance. Yeah, I admit that my weight is not ideal, it causes me to be called “ndut” by my friends. My cheek is chubby, that is why they call me “mbem”, but I am really grateful with it.
I was born in a small city in Central Java, it is called Temanggung. It is also well known with “Tobacco City” predicate, for most of its citizen is a tobacco farmer. The first time I cried was on March, 17th 1995. I believe that all of my family was happy of seeing me. My mom said to me that the midwife wanted to adopt me as her daughter, but my mom refused (of course). My supermom gave me a beautiful name with a meaningful meaning. Widia means expert, specialist in knowledge, Kusuma means flower, and Wardani is the name of the Majapahit king’s wife, Pramodha Wardani. As we know that a name is a hope, my parents do hope that I will be a useful person who can make them proud, and I can be brave like Pramodha Wardani. When I was born, I had no any hair, and my skin was dark. I was so naughty at that time. I just could sleep if someone hold on me.
I was so shy when I was child. My late grandpa never absent to accompany me when I was in the kindergarten. He always waited for me till the end of class patiently. Finally, my teacher named Ms. Wuri told me that my late grandpa was sleepy while he was waiting for me, and she advised to go to school by myself. After that day, I went to school independently. I am really grateful, I have ever had a great grandpa like him.
When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, my parents asked me to move to Yogyakarta. I just accepted it. It seems like a new world for me, for I must live with my dad only. My parents was taking a part because of work. At the first time, I always cried as I missed my beloved mom who was far away from me. However, I must accustomed to facing that situation. Living without mom, educates me to be independent. I have to do the household, manage money, try to be an economical person, and it is good for me as mother to be.
Eventhough, my mom is far away from me, Allah SWT send me incredible friends who are always be for me. I cannot mention one by one, but I always pray for them. I really love them. I cannot imagine how I am if I do not have them. They are so precious for me.
Like the others, I also have hobby. My hobbies are reading a novel and listening to music. I really love to read a love story and a motivation book. I like to listen to pop and jazz music. The recent book I read is My Perfect Sunset by Kyria and I am loving to listen Tulus’ songs. I am interested in teaching people, that is why I decided to continue my study in English Education Department. I choose English as my major, because I have been interested in English since I was in the elementary school and I want to be a professional English teacher. Besides that, I want to go abroad and make my parents proud of me.
As an imperfect ordinary girl, I have strengths and also weaknesses. I am good in speaking. When I was in the high school, I used to be a master of ceremony. The first time I became a master of ceremony was when I was in the second grade of junior high school. I was the master of ceremony of my senior graduation party. Moreover, it was continuing till I was in the senior high school. The other strength that I have is that I have been accustomed to facing people. I have joined any organization since I was in the junior high school till college. Joining organization teach me to be brave, responsible person. It also challenges me to be able to manage my time wisely. Besides those strengths, I also have some weaknesses. Sometimes, my confusion grows easily in critical situation, for example if I have to submitted a task and the due date is the next day, but I have not done anything.

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