Visiting My Village

    Last month, I and my family went to Banyumas which was located in Central Java, Indonesia. We drove a car. I enjoyed the journey all day long although it took 2 days to get there. We were fun, my brother made some jokes all day. My father told us some stories on the way. My mother slept in the back seat.

    My first day in my village, I visited my siblings and friends. We are welcomed with happiness. When I saw my parents, they cried because they looked so happy to meet up with their families. The next day, I, my brother, my cousin, and my nephew went to a popular place in Purwokerto. It was called “Baturaden”. That was a favorite spot in Purwokerto. We enjoyed local specialty food as a culinary. I was satisfied and so were they. Next, I took a photo with traditional music musicians. My brother, my cousin, and my nephew enjoy the view of other visitors. They took a photo with their style as I did. In the evening, we were back home. And did other private activities, such as made a conversation, told the story, and made a joke.

    The day after tomorrow, my cousin had a ceremony to say thanks to God for blessing their son. It was called “Nazar”. When the parents had a promise for something and it was realized. They had to make a traditional ceremony. I watched that traditional ceremony and took their photograph.

    For the last show, we were entertained by “Ebeg”. It was traditional art. The player danced through traditional music and they were handled by the spirit. It was scary, but it was fun and entertaining.

    Time run so fast because the next day was our last day in the village. So I took the last photo to bring it home. They were my family and still family until the last breath in this world.

    Finally, we had to go home and brought a love experience from family. Yaps . . . that was the hardest part.

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