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Pontianak, West Kalimantan, Indonesia
I'm not a great writer but at least I can write. It's better than doing nothing.

Kamis, Juli 01, 2010

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A Terrible Day
It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until 10 o’clock. Last Sunday I got up very late. I did not realize that it was already 11 o’clock. I really enjoyed sleeping with beautiful dreaming so that I forgot everything.
When I woke up and saw my watch, I was surprised. I remembered I had promise to come to Mr. Agus’ house at 9.30 in the morning. I should have taught his son an English lesson at that time but I forgot it. Then I held my phone and called him. I said sorry for breaking the deal. However, he was not angry at all. He said ‘It does not matter, Man. I can understand you. It is holiday. You can get up as late as you want. You can fresh your brain’. I was so relieved then and I said I would come at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Then I continued sleeping calmly.
While I was sleeping, I was hungry. I felt something wrong in my belly. I got up and had lunch. After that I took a bath and had midday prayer. I could not sleep anymore after that, so I operated my laptop and read a reading assignment from Mr. Bunau until 3 o’clock. It was the time for me to go to Mr. Agus’ house. I did not want to break my deal for twice. Therefore I went an hour before the time.
After I got ready putting all the needed things into my bag, I took my motorcycle key and drove to Mr. Agus’ house. However, when I was on my way there, I got trouble with my motorcycle. The chain of it was out of order. It needed repairing and I could not fix it by my self. I should have it repaired. I was really shocked at that time because it was very far from the garage. I had to push it into the garage. My shirt was wet because my sweat. I was really tired to push my motorcycle by myself. It took me about fifty minutes to get there. 
After I got the garage, I directly had it fixed and I sat down. While it was being repaired, I saw my watch. It was already ten past four. My goodness! I exclaimed. ‘Mr. Agus will be angry with me. I have broken my deal for twice’. I was really upset. I did not know what to do anymore. Then I called Mr. Agus again and told to him what was happening. He could understand me and said sorry for troubling me but I was really ashamed. I had broken my deal for twice.
After my motorcycle was finished being repaired, I paid and immediately drove to Mr. Agus’ house as fast as I could. And finally, I arrived there. Mr. Agus welcomed me and asked me to come in. Then Mr. Agus called his son and asked him to study with me. While I was explaining the material to his son, Mr. Agus served me a cup of tea and some cakes. I drank for a while and continued explaining again until a half to six. For me, it was a very terrible day.

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