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"brama, kamu diminta ibu guru ikut lomba pidato", ibunya brama bilang.
"nggak mau ah!" brama menjawab.
"lumayan, kan, untuk pengalaman!" ibunya lagi.
"ibu", kata brama dengan sungguh-sungguh, "kalau ke curuk nangka sama tajurhalang, nah itu baru pengalaman..."
ibunya diam aja. tapi akhirnya tercapai kompromi.
win win solution ya, istilahnya?
maka hari minggu kemarin, (dari rumah ke the jungle bogor nirwana residence, ngayuh dulu sejam) ia tampil juga.
berikut pidatonya:
I love to ride.
Hello, my name is Brama Mahasara. I am nine years old. My hobby is riding bicycle.
It was my fifth birthday and I got a bicycle as a birthday present. Sometimes I ask my father to accompany me riding bicycle because I am bored at home. I want to be like my mother and my father going to work riding bicycles. Likewise I want to go to school by bicycle. People say that riding bicycles can reduce pollution, reduce the impact of global warming. But I don’t care too much about it, I just love riding my bike.
I ride my bike to school only on Saturdays, because I am only nine years old and my school is five kilometers away from my home.
Because traffic is dangerous, that is why I am not allowed to ride my bike alone and because my parents work from Monday to Friday, they can accompany me only on Saturdays...
....Riding bicycle only around the neighborhood soon makes me bored.
“It is not challenging” I said to my father.
So one day my father took me to my grandparent’s house.
By car? No.
By bus? No.
By what then? By bicycle!
What? Jakarta is far from Bogor!
We rode our bicycles to the train station, we took our bikes into the train. We stopped at Pasar Minggu station. From there we rode to my grandparent’s house in Cipete. When we arrived at my grandparent’s house, my grandmother complained to my father, why is a child taken so far? My father just smiled and assured that I am strong enough, and that I love doing it.
It was my ninth birthday and I got a folding bike. A folding bike is a bicycle that can be fold small. A folding bike does not always have to be expensive, it is just practical. It can fit into a car’s trunk, train or bus. Now it’s more fun.
Before I had a folding bike, we had to sleep at my grandparent’s home, because we can not take a big bikes into a crowded train. Now, we can take our bicycles anywhere anytime.
At another time my mother took me riding with her friends to Curuk Nangka.
Curuk Nangka is a high place, seven hundred meters above sea level.
It was tough, I paddled hard and I succeeded. I reached the top.
A success story does not come without failure.
On the way down I lost my balance and I fell. I was wounded but I did not give up, I still rode my bike. And I will still be riding bikes.
I am just nine years old and I can do it. I am very sure you can do it, too..
sayangnya, brama nggak menang lomba pidato ini..
"nggak apa-apa ya, bram? nggak menang?" kata ayahnya sambil menepuk-nepuk bahunya.
oya, tim penyemangat hari minggu kemarin adalah:
1.ayah, naik sepeda rusia bututnya, dengan panniers pemulungnya.
2.ibu, naik vitesse
3.mas raka, naik bmx revolt polygon (hadiah ultah brama ke 5)
4.brama boleh naik hasa...
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