The Short story of me

The Short story of me
Just the story…Maybe it is not important for you…
But, I designed this story to remind myself………..
I was born at, Monday, December, 02, 1996 in the little town, Kediri.
My life is “nomaden”
The reason is, firstly my grandparents was there in Kediri, But,, my parents work in Sumenep, Madura.
Secondly, I was the first grandchild of my grandparents.. ^ ^
My life is in the road… I went, and turned back from Kediri to Madura…
Across the sea, island and all road

When I was in Madura…
I use Bahasa Indonesia to talking,,,
Hey,, When I was there…
It was no electric source..
At Night,, it was so dark. It was make me so frightened…
My mom said,, If I was in the Journey in the bus I sang a song all the way….
And she also talked me that I can’t use Bahasa Madura..
But,, I have Brilliant Idea,,,
I knew that Bahasa Madura similar to Bahasa Jawa..
I changed the vowel into letter A everything I say if I talking with other people
The example is “Neng Njobo(in the outside)” I changed to “Nang Njaba”

My nomaden life was over about 2000
I start begun my life in Madiun,,
My first place was Prambon,, the place of my Grandparent…
The second was Banjarejo… ^ ^

Now, I started to begin my life…
(Not MY OWN LIFE)
Just my life…
MY LIFE, MY ADVENTURE….

*I’m sorry I cannot enclose the Picture…
Come afterward…..