bangka island

hello i wanna tell a story about my trip to my hometown bangka belitung island.
bangka belitung is located in sumatera selatan, bangka island became famous because of the film 'laskar pelangi'. The beach is so beautiful and the sand is so white, i still can imagine when im hold the sand on my hand. Bangka famous beach is parai, because the big stone over there and the cottage&villa. so many foreign visitor in there, but not all bangka beach is nice. some of the beach get dirty because so many plastic trash and not always the street nice for a car. like some of the night when i and my family have to get back to the hotel in the night. the street is so dark no lights only a few house light the lights. but its still a good place for visit like this when i took a photo of my parents. its really a magnificent big stone. thats all for today i tell you about bangka island :)

my grandma

this story about how i feel losing my grandma..

it was so hurt and im feel empty when i heard she was sick. why?  because since i was a little kid my grandma always took care of me cause both of my parents are at work.

my grandma died when she 98years old. i always love her she always cooked everything i want. everytime i go to bed she always sing a lulaby or read bed story. she always proud of me since i was kid every trophy i got in sport competition. 

when i was in senior high school, my grandma had an accident she got broken legs because she fell in the bathroom. i was so sad because she cant stand by her self again. she start using wheel chair and she stop cook for me again. all she do just cry, talking to her self and lay in bed all time sometimes i talk to her but her ears got injured too. and after that she ask my mom to live in my hometown pangkal pinang cause in jakarta my aunt who take care of her got tired cause she have to reach 2nd stairs in my home repeatly time to time.

and my mother agree. since 2010 my grandma live there with her another son. i cant see her everyday anymore. sometimes only once a year or twice a year to come see her. but last time see her it was so sad. she doesnt recognize me,my mom or anyone. i cried a lot seeing her like that, i talk to her but she doesnt hear me at all. all i know that time she was the best i ever had until few days after i got back from my hometown.

like usually i wake up in the morning, but my mom and dad screamed to me and they ask me to booking plane ticket. after i do it i ask my mom why she freaking out like that. and my dad told me that my grandma has passed away in the hospital at 5am. i was shock i cant hold my tears i feel so bad grandchild because she want me to graduate from college as soon as possible so she can see me wearing toga, but i cant make it happen. until this day i still missing her everynight hoping that she can be happy in another world