Selasa, 20 Juli 2010

WHY DO YOU SMOKING?


What do you think about smoking? Are you interested? or Are you uninterested?
Smoking is a bad habit. Smoking can make our body is not good. It means we put the dangerous chemical in our body. Person who smokes a cigarette cannot think in real situation. I mean, they cannot face their real life. Therefore, they take a cigarette to make their mind be happy.
There are two types of smoker. They are active smoker and passive smoker. An active smoker is a person who sucks a cigarette directly. A passive smoker is a person who sucks smoke indirectly. The active smokers say that there are many advantages of smoking. They always happy. They never feel sadness. According to them, smoking is a necessary for their life. They cannot pass their life happily without smoking. They never feel afraid about everything. They have a big power to do everything that they like. They can be a wonder person.
Base to the passive smokers, they are very disturbed by smoke of cigarette. They hate it because they will affect some disease. Same with active smokers. They feel headache when they suck it.
In other side, smoking is very dangerous for our body. Smoking is affected everybody that suck it. The disease are caused by Smoking not only affect cigarette are lung cancer, gullet cancer, raise our blood pleasure, coroner heart, pneumonia, etc. It can make somebody dead.
Although they know about dangerous of smoking, they are still want to smoking. They cannot leave it. Why? It happen because in a cigarette consist of many dangerous chemical. One of them is nicotine. Nicotine can make them be depended. They are difficult to leave it, and they cannot stop it, although they want to stop it.
New smokers rise up so quickly. It happen because there are some advertisements of smoking is so famous in society. There are many interesting images and illustration. It tell about smoker is a success person and a brave person. Smoker can pass barricade.
One thing that makes me sad is smokers rise up from years to years. It means there are additions in new smokers (passive smokers) become active smokers. They smoke along in their life. The new smokers are children and teenagers.
Base on data in Komnas Perlindungan Anak (2007) show that, 91, 7% teenagers (13-14 years old) in Jakarta become smokers. It always rises up from years to years. It means that account of death is rise up too.
Base on data, we can take a conclusion that there are some reason the smokers smoke are nicotine, advertisement, and they get stress in their life. There is no advantage of smoking. It just spends our money and it can affect in our body.
So, please try to stop smoking for the smokers. Say no to smoking for passive smokers or for new smokers. Never feel you don not self-confidence if you do not smoke. Keep freighting always. Say that you cannot accept this attitude. Give a good example for others.

Senin, 05 Juli 2010

short story

I WAS ALONE
By: Susilawati

Experience is a part of your life. The experience has a lot of stuff. There is a fun, sad, embarrassing and boring. An unforgettable experience that makes us wants to repeat or not. I also have one experience in my life. I can not forget it. That experience really makes me change my character. Here I will tell my experiences.
I was a girl who did not have self-confidence. I was always insecure and shy when I met strangers. My mother would not believe if I could be left or far from my mother. In my family, only had one daughter, she was me. I had two brothers and one younger brother. Nevertheless, I was not a spoiled child. My parents, especially my father never indulged me. They always gave me some advice to get my ideals. How about love? It would follow us.
Like women in the village, when they got teenagers or adults (above 11 years), the parents who was still minded laymen, would marry them with an adult man and a man who had a job. The old man thought that there was no point in a high school for them. Only spend their parents’ money. They would return to the kitchen and took care of their husbands. Therefore woman enough to elementary school only.
Different with my parents, although my mother did not finish elementary school, but my mother’s thought did not like them, life was like a fairy tale ended in marriage. My mother believed the school and the science that could change people's lives to be better expect prayed to Allah, our God. Mother did not wish their children had same life with him or worse than him. Mother wants her children’s life better than him. Money could be searched but about the willingness and the opportunity it represents something that was difficult to obtain. That why after I graduated from elementary school, there was only one woman who continued to junior high school, she was me.
My parents put me in junior high, outside the city. One of the reasons my parents did not want to put me in the schools in our country because the schools in our area was not good quality. But I know the main reason was the mother scared. My mother was afraid I was influenced by those thoughts. Mother was afraid I would drop out of school. Mother was afraid that if I made a relationship with a man who was not good. My mother did not want me failed. My mother wanted me to be better. My mother also wanted to have a different girl with other girls.
I received in one junior high school outside the city. This place was still strange for me. I did not have friends. Nothing people I knew. I came to school with my brother. I felt very scared and embarrassed. I wanted to go home. In there I saw a lot of students talked and laughed together. They looked very enjoy and happy. I really wanted to be like them.
Three-day introductory period had passed. Everything was normal. Nothing exciting. Nothing memorable. Everything was boring. I knew, probably because there was not a senior who I knew before. In addition, my body posture was fat and short, made people not interested to saw me. I did not care about that. I always obeyed the rules that they created. I would not search problems with them. I knew, they would seek and found our mistakes.
Boarding house. This was the most feared my mother. My mother scared, I could not adjust to my new environment. I felt, it was difficult for me. I felt there was something missing from me. I did not hear any more chickens crowing, birds chirping, and the sound of my neighbor’s goats belong me. I also often cried in the bathroom when I missed my mom. The people around me did not matter with my situation. They were busy with their own activities. However I was sure if I could do it.
Learning was a duty. So, I seldom left the house only to wrote or read something that said friends in the boarding house "was not interesting and not important." My record seemed when I was two junior high classes. I got the first rank. When the first class I did not have the courage to spoke like other friends. In fact, I just knew with my classmates only. Nothing else that I knew. This was a great honor for me, a little girl from the village.
When I was in third junior classes. I had one problem. A beautiful girl who I think arrogance (I knew after meeting with him), wanted a room. He wanted to be alone in it. He would pay two times more than from rents a room at this place. There was no empty room there. In one room occupied by two people. Expect my room, I was alone in this room. My boarding house mother advised him to stayed one room with me. He remained still want one room. He did not care how about somebody else.
I was very disappointed with my boarding house’s mother. That night, he gave me two options. I moved from this place or stayed here but three people in a room. Three peoples in a room that size was 3 x 3 m2 and all ours. That was too narrow. Finally I decided to move from this place.
In my new place, my room. This room had size 4 x 4 m2, one window and two doors. I lived with a woman who had worked. I was happy there. There were many trees here and made my room colder.
One night I slept alone because a friend of mine went to the village. I always heard the music before bed. That night was raining. The lamp was off. I went to bed early. Before sleeping I felt afraid without knowing what I feared. I do not care about those feelings. I tried to close my eyes but so difficult to did it. I tried, tried and tried. May be, I slept.
I heard something that was not clear. I opened my eyes. I saw my hand phone. It was at 01.25 a.m. I felt so sleepy. I tried to close my eyes. But, I felt something strange. I opened my eyes, and ... aaaaaa...!!! I screamed. I was shocked. I was panic. I was afraid. A man tried to check in into my room through the window. I ran out through the door near the room my mother's boarding house and the man ran out through other door. We nearly collided. I though the man was surprised when I shouted and heard scream and panic. So he ran away without direction. He did not know what he would do.
All who were in this house woke up. Father’s boarding house chased the man. The man was not caught. But Father’s boarding house knew who the man. He was a man who was abnormal. He often interfered with the girls.
This is my carelessness. I did not look at the window before I slept. And I was so sad about that happened. I promised in my own, I would not make a careless again. I would be carefully at the next.
I often laughed when I remembered what was happening that night. Why was not I thinking to beat him with anything that was near with me. I was looking a fool girl.
Since that incident I did not dare to sleep alone. It all happened because I forgot to lock the window well. I was very sad for this incident. I would be forgot it.
About my education. I believed, there was a want, there was a way. So, I tried to do the best for my life, for my family, for me and others. I think I would not face my problem in my life, but I could. Never though we could do it, but though how we could face it. And we could do it.

Jumat, 02 Juli 2010

short story

I AM SORRY
By: Susilawati

One afternoon, drizzling rain comes. That day is cloudy. The sky is so blue. It is covered by black cloud. The sun still wants to shine. The sky knows what does happen in te earth. The skies cry and flood the earth. The small heap is given some kinds of flowers. The small heap is planted gravestone. The corner Bungo city is like an empty place, a cold pace, a frozen place, without a duvet. The village is covered by the sadness.
A little girl who wears a veil sits lowly beside the gravestone. She does not cry but her face shows the deep sadness. She does not have enough energy to walks and to does an activity. Green shirt, black dress, and black veil that she wears are wet. It happens because of drizzling rain. She does not know about herself. Her hands shake. She touch gravestone. She said, “I am ready, my mother is yours God”.

***
An adult man with thin moustache walked in to an adult woman. He had black skin and curly hair. His tall was about 175 cm. His weight was about 60 kg. He had a sweet smile, and he was a handsome man. He said “I am sorry… “.
Hendrawan was Sherly’s father. He gets married again because his first wife could not make him be happy. His first wife could not give him a son. His daughter could not make him be proud. The daughter would be given to a man who was ready to marry. The daughter lived with their parents until 14 years old. Then they had married.
A woman who wore a veil sat down on the floor. Her face showed the sadness. Then she cried. The clothes that she wore showed about her heart. Yellow veil showed the pain. Her veil and her clothes were untidy. Her heart was broken.
Rahma knew about her illness. Her heart was broken. She was jealous when she saw her husband with the new wife, but she was ready. She wanted her husband would be happy. Her husband was a king for her heart, for her life. She loved him so much. She never denied what he said.
Rahma very loved her daughter, Sherly. She though her daughter about life, religion, and polite attitude. She put Sherly to a school in local area. During about 8 years old, she made her husband be disappointed. She got illness when her daughter 6 years old. She got a cancer. She must be operated. It caused she could not get a baby again. And if she got pregnant, it would make her soul be danger. She would die.
A little girl grew become teenager. She was 14 years old. She had white skin and brown eyes. Her father face stuck in her face. Her clothes always made her looked an adult woman. Her body was slim. She was a beautiful girl.
She graduated from senior high school. She never complained what her parents gave to her. Her birthday in 14th years old, she wanted to celebrate with her parents.
Sunday morning, it was so bright. The birds sang. The flowers smiled. It was not like atmosphere in Sherly’s heart. To day was her birthday. She wore a green shirt, black dress and black veil. The cloth was not for her birthday, but for attended her father wedding.
The holy situation happened in the mosque. The king and the queen were ready to accept the power. An old man sat between them. Many people sat around them. An old man began the ritual.
An adult woman sat in the corner of peoples. The queen took place her position in the king’s heart. She looked lowly. She was silent, but she was calm. Purple kebaya that was wore by her. Rahma left that moment before the moment finished. She walked. She went to home. Sherly followed her.
Situation in Rahma’s home was quiet. There was no dialogue between them. Sherly stare her mother. Her mother sat near of her sewing machine. Her mother could sew quickly, but she could not sew again because of her illness.
Suddenly, Sherly’s mother stood up and felt down on the floor. Sherly ran and shouted. Mom…! Sherly was panic. Sherly did not know what would was she do. She ran out to the neighbor’s house. There was no one in there. They went to her father’s wedding. Sherly though to give this happen to her father, but she was afraid about her mother’s condition. Then she brought her mother to the doctor alone.
A man that wore a tidy clothes, come in to Sherly. He had 170 cm tall and 54 kg weight. His skin was white. He carried Sherly’s mother and brought in a room.
The door a room opened. There was a handsome man. He stood in there. His face was polite. He came in to Sherly. Sherly stood up and hope the doctor said something about her mother. He said “I am sorry”. Sherly sat down lowly. Her body shook. She could not see clearly. Then she did not know what happened in the next.
Sherly opened her eyes. She was in her home. The situation was noisy with people who read Yasiin. She got up and run in to the body’s mother. The body was covered by winding sheet. The body did not have soul. The body did not have bloods. Sherly kissed her mother. She did not cry, but Sherly forgot one thing. An adult man that must attended. A father that was loved by Sherly. But, there was no that man in there. Her father did not come till her mother was buried.

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Sherly walks lowly to her house. She is alone. The building with 48 m2 size. Her house has two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a little bathroom. There are many kinds of flowers in front of the house. The street always stays there.
She promises with her self. She must continuous her study. She must be a success person. She always remembers what her mother said. “Never cry for your sadness, but you may cry for your mistake”.
I think not only boys but also girls can study more than 15 years old. The girls can make their parents. The girls can choose their study what they want. They may get their ideas. The girls can real their parents dream. Do not forget to work hard and study hard to get it.