January 27, 2013
I have mixed feelings about my cousin. Yes,
I love him, but his being careless many times gets me
annoyed, like this one.
It was Monday afternoon at that time. I
was enjoying a TV show when I heard the bell of the
ice cream vendor from a distance. That reminded me
of something. I jumped from my seat and grabbed
my wallet. I opened my wallet, and I was surprised.
There were only a few rupiahs in it. Just a week
ago, my auntie gave me more than enough for what
I did for her. I am good at computer so she asked me
to edit some photos from the last vacation.
I tried to remember where I spent my money during the past week. I remembered
going to Jatim Park with my cousin, buying two tickets, two bowls of meatball soup, and two
glasses of iced lemon tea. That was all. What else did I buy?
While I was busy thinking, my cousin stepped out of the front door and called the
ice cream man. He looked at me and said, “Hey, wanna grab some ice cream? It’s on me.” And
I said to myself, “Well it’s free, so why not?” We both picked our ice cream and enjoyed it
while we were chilling out in the living room. I asked him “It is strange that you actually
treated me ice cream”. He shrugged his shoulder and said “That’s because I got some money
in my wallet.” “Where did you get it?” I asked him. He replied, “No idea, man. It was just
suddenly there.” “What? Let me see your wallet!” I shouted. Then, I opened it and learned
that the wallet was mine. I just remembered that we had the same wallets and they even had
the same color. “This is mine,” I told him. “No way! Are you sure?” he asked. I showed him
a card from the wallet and said, “Look, this is my student ID card. Just a while ago I was
thinking why my money was all gone.” “Sorry, man. I didn’t know that it wasn’t mine. But,
don’t worry I haven’t bought anything with that. Only this ice cream,” He explained with an
innocent look. I took my wallet and said, “It is okay. I’m sorry you don’t have any cash now.
Here, take 20 thousands and buy some more ice cream with it. Oh, and here’s your wallet.”
“Cool! Thanks, man!” he replied.
Yes, I hate his being careless. Fortunately, he is honest. Well, perhaps that’s why I
love him.
Answer the following questions briefly.
1. When did the story happen?
2. Where did it happen?
3. What was Didi doing at that time?
4. What was he looking for?
5. Why was he confused?
6. What did his cousin do while he was confused?
7. What did they enjoy together?
8. What made Didi realize about his money?
9. What fact about their wallet did Didi remember?
10. Was his cousin sad when he knew the fact about his wallet?
Why do you think so?
11. What do you think about Didi’s cousin?
12. What suggestion can you give to Didi so that he will not get the
same problem again in the future?
13. Why do people write a diary?
I have mixed feelings about my cousin. Yes,
I love him, but his being careless many times gets me
annoyed, like this one.
It was Monday afternoon at that time. I
was enjoying a TV show when I heard the bell of the
ice cream vendor from a distance. That reminded me
of something. I jumped from my seat and grabbed
my wallet. I opened my wallet, and I was surprised.
There were only a few rupiahs in it. Just a week
ago, my auntie gave me more than enough for what
I did for her. I am good at computer so she asked me
to edit some photos from the last vacation.
I tried to remember where I spent my money during the past week. I remembered
going to Jatim Park with my cousin, buying two tickets, two bowls of meatball soup, and two
glasses of iced lemon tea. That was all. What else did I buy?
While I was busy thinking, my cousin stepped out of the front door and called the
ice cream man. He looked at me and said, “Hey, wanna grab some ice cream? It’s on me.” And
I said to myself, “Well it’s free, so why not?” We both picked our ice cream and enjoyed it
while we were chilling out in the living room. I asked him “It is strange that you actually
treated me ice cream”. He shrugged his shoulder and said “That’s because I got some money
in my wallet.” “Where did you get it?” I asked him. He replied, “No idea, man. It was just
suddenly there.” “What? Let me see your wallet!” I shouted. Then, I opened it and learned
that the wallet was mine. I just remembered that we had the same wallets and they even had
the same color. “This is mine,” I told him. “No way! Are you sure?” he asked. I showed him
a card from the wallet and said, “Look, this is my student ID card. Just a while ago I was
thinking why my money was all gone.” “Sorry, man. I didn’t know that it wasn’t mine. But,
don’t worry I haven’t bought anything with that. Only this ice cream,” He explained with an
innocent look. I took my wallet and said, “It is okay. I’m sorry you don’t have any cash now.
Here, take 20 thousands and buy some more ice cream with it. Oh, and here’s your wallet.”
“Cool! Thanks, man!” he replied.
Yes, I hate his being careless. Fortunately, he is honest. Well, perhaps that’s why I
love him.
Answer the following questions briefly.
1. When did the story happen?
2. Where did it happen?
3. What was Didi doing at that time?
4. What was he looking for?
5. Why was he confused?
6. What did his cousin do while he was confused?
7. What did they enjoy together?
8. What made Didi realize about his money?
9. What fact about their wallet did Didi remember?
10. Was his cousin sad when he knew the fact about his wallet?
Why do you think so?
11. What do you think about Didi’s cousin?
12. What suggestion can you give to Didi so that he will not get the
same problem again in the future?
13. Why do people write a diary?
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2. It happened at Didi’s home.
3. He was watching TV.
4. He was looking for his wallet.
5. His money in the wallet was gone.
6. He came out and called the ice cream vendor,
7. The enjoyed the ice cream.
8. His cousin did not know why he suddenly had some money in his wallet.
9. Their wallets had the same color.
10. No. His cousin was not sad. He agreed to give the wallet to Didi and even thanked Didi for giving him some money.
11. He is careless, but he is honest.
12. To record what happened or what happens, to express feelings, to enjoy what they write, to reflect about what they did or what they do, and so forth.