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            In a lovely village atmosphere with sprawling green rice fields aligned with the birds chirp tunable add the cool air in the morning. Each passing through this village will get the impression that is special because It is residents are welcoming and friendly. The village atmosphere far from the city center, away from the noisy atmosphere, there are no tall buildings can block the eyes look at the beautiful green mountains. The village name is Kotajawa

            In that village lived a happy married couple. Unite them in because of its simplicity, respectively. Although they are different tribes but their life is very harmonious. Has never been a commotion between them. They are full of life overlap with love and affection. The husband is very understanding his wife will lack, never fussy, when he is angry only a brief pause he did.
A married couple who lived happily it was my parents who named M.Bakdi and Urpiyah. My father was a homesteader  from Central Java to Lampung. He descendants from the original Java solo While my mother was a nativewholives in Lampung.
          My father  was a loving man and he was very concerned with his family. He is also the leader’s family wise, responsible and humble. His personality is a good and simple maked my mother fell in love with him.
After several years of marriage, my parents were awarded six beautiful daughters and one son is handsome. I was the last child of seven children. My sister  who the  first named  Nur Hayati. She is beautiful, chatty little bit grumpy but his heart is very kind and compassionate. Now he works at the Department of Tourism Bandar Lampung.
My second sister was named Sari, he is quiet and does not talk much. The third  My sister who named  Mas Ula. She is also quiet but she is spoiled.But my mother  wanted a boy. Several years later, it turns out that God bestows happiness and born was a boy is the  fourth  named Qomarudin, but happiness that God gave the exam for them, God took back what was in his Leave. My brother died when he was one year old. That is the fate that can not be blocked by anyone.

            They  never gave up despite the sad but they let him go. They are through the day as usual with their three beautiful daughters. After three years had passed, God gave right back to them a son who was named Bustari. That is my brother who is called with Ari, he is handsome, tall, he has narrow eyes, he is also a loving brother  and  responsible, because he is advised the boy of hisone-on-one.He is also very loved by my parents.
The five my sister named Ami, she is white, smart and most of his great champion she always got it.  She even class lectures at leading universities in Lampung with Scholarship. The last sister named Santi, she is sweet, quiet, not talkative. She now works at a private company in Jakarta.