This is such a long journey of my life as a human being. Only a piece of stanza in life you never forget and you really want to share. Born in a quite big family in my era, I become a child that sees many things just inside the home. The first memory of my childhood that comes to my mind is about my granny’s house. I felt that how many people surrounding me, all of them were busy to their own life. I was a nothing part in their life and I asked to my little child’s mind why I was here? Why there were many big people, angry,having big laugh, crowding situation, and what the big was,,,why it was so long, dark, and little bit messy???. When I asked my feeling to my Mom of that memory, she told that we just moved on; from a very big city of Jakarta but in a very small hut ( coz she said it was not really a home) to a small city and my granny’s home was quite big at that time. These are some conversations that I used to hear at my Granny’s

“Yu,,,,jukutna lerak** nang gudang!” granMa shouted to the maidservant meanwhile she was drying her valuable batik cloths her favorite collections under the the trees. “Bu,,,,pelem dodol glepung pan ditebasna pora?” my father shouted to my granny who’s still busy with her very big pan that’s called ‘jadi’*. “Njuh,,,njuh,,,,peleme dipaku,,,ben wohe ambrol dhewek!” I heard many children spoke among them when they played under my granny’s mango trees in the backyard. And many conversations that planted deep inside in my mind lasts forever. It becomes a root of my customs, my family customs. I thought the start of my life is in Beji, small village where my father was born and I had my first little memories. In fact, I just spent only five years and I got 2 brothers in Beji. What a wonderful life!