My Sister

Today, I will tell you about my sister. Actually she is my neighbor, but I was on intimate terms with her. Her name is Dwi Putri Rahayu. She was born in Jakarta on March 29^th, 1987. I usually called her Mbak Ayu (mbak is a pronunciation to call our older sister). She was a cute, kind, cheerful, polite, and always gave me happiness.

She was a cute girl. Almost my entire neighbor loved her. She had many male friends. In fact, many of them felt in love with her. And I think, my older brother had felt in love with her before he met with her girl friend who he loved now. This is not surprised me, because I think she had inner and outer beauty.

One of her good character is kind. When we were in Karang Taruna, we used to talk about anything. We talked about his boy friend, about my crush, about our lecturer, and sometimes we talked about my older brother and his girl friend. When I talked with her, it could make me happy and laugh. She was an enjoyable sister. She taught me how to laugh my problem.

When my older brother was angry with me, Mbak Ayu used to give some advice to him. She said that my brother shouldn’t be angry with me. She said that my brother should have more patience. Sometimes she said that she would be like if I was her younger sister. And I always had happy when she said like that.

She was famous with her politeness. She always smiled when she met with the peoples. She always asked permission when she walked in front of her neighbor who sat.

She was a cheerful girl. Although she was being sick, but she never show her pain. She still showed her joy. And of course, it surprised us when we hear that she was seriously ill at Gatot Subroto’s hospital.  My friends in Karang Taruna and I visit her in hospital. I really don’t believe that it was my last time to see her. On Sunday, 24^th of October, at 11.30 A.M she passed away. I cried when my father called me to say this news.

It was around 3 P.M on 24^th October when her corpse arrived at her home. Her friends and I came to see her face for the last time. I cried again. I really don’t believe it. Then, my father asked me whether I would join to her burial. And of course, I won’t pass this chance.

It was many of people who came to make a visit of condolence. Maybe, all of her good character which made many people loved her. Mbak Ayu, although you had gone and never come back again but we always remember you.

New Vocabularies

1.       Intimate    : having a close and friendly relationship. (Adj.)

2.       Crush       : a strong feeling of love that usually doesn’t last very long. (N)

3.       Patience  : the ability to stay calm, accept something annoying without complaining. (N)

4.       Corpse    : a dead body, especially of a human being. (N)

5.       Burial       : the act or ceremony of burying a dead body. (N)

6.       Condolence : sympathy that you feel for somebody when a person has died. (N)