My Life Is Survive
Chapter 1 A New Beginning

Sometimes every life and every living thing must have its own story, I do not understand until I understand what is a real life.

when we believe in one thing, in a truth or reality it is not painful that we cannot accept by reason and logic.

my life is very simple far from the word luxury, I was born from a middle-class family down, very happy, full of jokes and laughter and likes and sorrows, I will tell you how my life from childhood to adulthood, I will tell you how I lived from childhood to adulthood, my gloomy life is always what I think.

I will introduce one by one starting from my mother Widji mulyorejo , my father Suroso hadisutrisno, my sister Maesa hadisutrisno, and my brother Fauzan hadisutrisno and myself megan hadisutrisno. well.. my mother said she loved Oshin, you know that Oshin was so popular in her day, that my mother wanted a child like Oshin who had narrow eyes, sweet and white skin, and taraaa, I have brown hair that is derived from my own mother's genes maybe that's why I'm called megan and my other advantage is that I have the sixth Indra, I don't know if it can be called the sixth Indra, I can feel something is always following me and can feel the existence of invisible beings.

slowly I traced the road in front of my house terrace which made me familiar to see,

"open fence, is it possible..?? must have been waiting for me earlier" I thought biting my soft lips

"where have you been..? ask the mother who closed the book and lowered her reading glasses..

" Mey from your library, all looking for good department info for Mey to take later" while hugging my mother tightly

"don't ketapean you ya ndok, remember the same disease you, cape a little directly sick, colds, ask in kerokin same mother ya to" joked mother

" hihihi. mother really is the best" grinned me with a small smile.

" what the hell don't you don't know about you, this sweet and pretty mother's daughter has always been a mother's little baby" while pinching Mey's adorable little cheek

"ihh. loro's mother (pain) my cheek.."

" yes there the bath continues downstairs yes dinner with your father and sister, the same mother Mba Rin wants to prepare dinner"

" well my dear mother.."

I laid myself in a soft bed feeling the relief had reached my palace, my own home, two applications I had sent, job applications.

"meditation in the library wasn't inspiring, should I tell my mom that I wanted to work" I thought deeply

I borrowed several books in the library including comics and books on how to become a competent employee.

"tok tok.." the sound of the door on the tap

ask mom to open the door

" mum..mis the side dish what is ma'am?" I smile a little

" you're just like your sister, ask her what side dish? know tempe you uwes delicious to? let's have something your father wants to tell you!"

exclaimed mom pulled me out

" opo to Mom?" in a hurry, I combed my hair..

" already on gathering all well, said mom want to say something ?" said my sister Maesa

" yes, be patient with you" my little pinch in Maesa's hand

" you know your brother from Jogja wants to go back to Jakarta?" ask dad

" is Fauzan going to Jakarta?" "is the lecture finished, huh?" ask me for wonder

" just wait for the graduation day"

" mom wants to order a uniform for us, make your sister's graduation"

" so we fittings mom's clothes?" ask Maesa

" ssttt.. Would you marry a suit fitting ?" I said ketus

" ayoo has been eating cold food!" exclaim mother

" later we talk again, I can't wait to eat your mother's cooking" said the happy father

we enjoyed our dinner with great joy.

it feels like just yesterday my sister passed away from home, why she chose to go to college outside the city and why my sister is not always open to us, she can choose her own desires and all that is because of my father.