Village where little boy born, raised and grew up. Where family and relative there live simply a simple life. Where all of them have enough time to face the God. Where I have good times and bad times as well with my family. Where kids played pleasantly in the river and rice field. Where people are really nice and they smile all the way.
Village where I consider the best place in the world. Where I always wish upon goodness, joys, prosperity and health. Where all I look for are in, after this long yet tiring journey.
Village that I truly call home.
* I was born in small yet peaceful village named Ngogri, Megaluh Jombang regency in East Java Province. Village where most of its people work as farmers and ricefileds could be found anywhere there. Village passed by the longest yet biggest river in the province; Brantas.
I remember things that electrical black out used to happen many times, quite often. When it happened, I used to listen to local radio broadcasting ludruk “Javanese opera”, tembang “Javanese poetry” and other cultural show. The night was really peaceful where all I had is just feeling home with all my lovely family members. I miss all the moments back home