TUGAS 2; WRITING III

1.      Write a narrative essay of four paragraphs explaining the real story or a biography of your parent (your mother or your father). Apply the characteristics of narrative essay in your writing, and do not forget to use the language points for time expressions.

the Biography of My family

My name is Nur Kholif. I am the last child from five children who was born on the hot city, Bojonegoro 5^th October 1993. I have two special persons who always become my motivation. They are my father and my mother. My father’s name is Kardi. He is 54 Years old now but I am truly grateful that he is still healthy. He is a farmer who doesn’t have a rice field. My mother’s name is Sumisih. She was a strong woman. She used to help my father to make a living in our family. We live in a small village called Teleng which is located in district Sumberrejo, city of Bojonegoro, East Java. The main livelihood of this villager is farming.

My brothers and my sisters are all married and live with their spouse. My parent and I live together. We live simply in harmony. But in early of 2003 the happiness of our family seemed to be bothered by the news of my mother’s disease. I was still 10^th and I don’t remember much about how it began. One night, my mother was shivering and she couldn’t withstand a very severe abdominal pain. Then my father decided to bring her to the hospital. I really didn’t understand what happen to my Mom. I was at home with my grandmother and sometimes my neighbor came to see me. Mostly they said “pray for your mother”. I was just wondering. I said to myself “is it that bad?” People looked worry and sad.

One day I heard people talked that my mother suffered from kidney disease and had to undergo a kidney transplant operation. And my father would give one of his kidneys to my mother. I was just like hearing a very loud lightning at midday. After five days in the hospital, my mother was brought home. And all the family was gathering to find the best solution. Then they decided to sell the only one rice field belonging to my father to be used an operation and hospital cost.

The next day my family took my mother to the hospital whose medical equipment is complete and adequate. Once my eldest brother took me to the hospital to see my mother and I met her very quickly. There was no more than five minutes. People didn’t allow me to see my Mom because she was crying when she saw me. I was deeply sad. I would cry but I won’t make my Mom condition getting worst because of her sadness. I always cry Every time I pray. I begged to Allah to make my Mom healthy as before. After three days in hospital, my neighbor who had just seen my Mom told me that she was getting better and she would be operated soon. I was quiet relief hearing that. In early morning, it was about at 2.am somebody woke me up. I was so confused that my home was full of people. Then my aunt said “your Mom’s gone”. “What? Where is she gone?” No one answered. Everybody hugged me while crying. I was very shocked. I felt like my blood stopped bleeding, my heart stopped beating, the world stopped turning and the sky fell. I could feel nothing and I could do nothing but crying. I couldn’t believe that happened to me.

Then my father and I live together. I was so proud of him. He is a farmer who doesn’t have a rice field. He did everything to pay my school fee. Sometimes he went to Surabaya following his friends and worked as a construction laborer. Sometimes he scavenged in garbage dump (TPS). Every harvest season he was always home to grind rice. And now he kept a small farm store. I am truly grateful to Allah. Through what I have been through, I could learn how to be strong and independent. I know that everything happens for a reason.

2.      Write a descriptive essay of three paragraphs describing your parent (your mother or your father) that you have narrated in assignment number 1.  Apply the characteristics of descriptive essay to describe a person, and describe the physical appearance and the character trait in your writing. Please do not forget to write the details clearly or vividly.

My Father

My father’s name is Kardi. He is very handsome and manly. He has wide and strapping chest. He is very tall unlike me. His height is about 175cm while mine is only 155cm. My father is neither fat nor thin. His weight is 58kg. My father has a very pointed nose unlike my nose which is rather flat, sometimes it makes me envy. His hair is curly, black and short. Even he is a farmer his skin is still bright. My father doesn’t really concern with his appearance. He looks just like the way he is. He likes wearing pants which is made of cloth rather than wearing jeans. Every evening he likes to wear sarong. That’s why his children often buy him a sarong. Even though he looks terrible but he is still friendly, kind, humble, funny and patient.

My father is a great man whom I have ever found. He could be a father, he could be a mother, he could be a best friend and absolutely he could be a teacher. He never shows his sadness to his children. He is a strong man. He has been through the entire rough thing to make a living. And he never complains about everything that God gives to him. He is a tough father. He teaches his children especially me to be strong, patient and independent. Every Thursday he always goes to my Mom and my grandpa’s grave to clean up the grave and pray. 

My father is a freelance but mostly he works in the rice field. He would do everything to make his family happy. He keeps a small farm store. Sometimes he goes to another city to buy the yields like rice, onion, and others in the farmer with his friend. And the yields are going to be sold again. My father and I have the same favorite food which is fried eel. Every time we go to the market we always buy some eels to cook. My father is very good at bargaining. When we go to the market to buy some stuff, we always get the lowest price. That’s why I love shopping with my father because it saves my money. My father and I like to drink coffee. We always drink coffee together in the morning before he goes to work.