In the city of Surabaya I was born. Until he was six years old. From the age of six I was taken to the village with my grandmother and grandfather there .. Until one day I started attending elementary school and until junior high school. My life every day playing in the sea and swimming to fish. When I was growing up in first grade junior high school I always wanted to go with my mother and father in the city. My wish was not fulfilled until my father passed away. Until finally my first grade junior high school desperate to go to the city with my mother. But my mother hit me and said, have you followed my grandmother here in the village. I cringed when my mother left my helper in the harbor. I'm still crying and I want to scream but whatever my power at that time was still small and did not dare to fight with parents. Until finally I was silent and told my grandmother to ask for money for snacks. He was given two thousand rupiahs of money at that time. I said goodbye playing to my grandmother .. but I and my intention to follow my mother in the city of Surabaya only armed with two thousand rupiah. I ran to the rice fields and ponds to cut the road to quickly reach the harbor. When I arrived at the port at the end of Kamal I ran and chased the empty sand truck, I climbed in and into the truck. Get stuck so that officers don't get caught if I don't buy a ticket and don't have money. My head occasionally peeked up at the air until what has not been to the Surabaya silver port. And half an hour later the ferry ships leaned in the harbor and I went out to continue my journey to my mother's house.
