My truly role model.

My teacher told me to have an interview with someone who inspires me and post it on my blog.
I never interviewed this person before, officially. But this person is one of a kind, he's my father.
His name is Ayi Wahid. live in the village, he was born from two farmers with 10 children. he's the last child. there were only two of them who was going to school. My grandfather told him to help him at the rice field, but then he said that he wants to be like other kids, go to school. So then he went to elementary school with his limitedness. uniform, books, and bag, they were all secondhand from his neighbour. but then he never whining why and how, he just went through it with happiness.
I remember the part when my dad told me the time when he got home, There was only 'sambal' in the table. No rice or side dishes. He took it and go to the farm near his house, He pluck some kind of leaves called 'lalapan' and eat them in that yard. He told me it was clean that time. no car or motorcycle, no industry, so we dont have to worry about its freshness.
In the afternoon he always went playing with any other kid. Play football in the field, got dirt, jump to the river and carried away of the flow, that were his games.
If the did anything wrong, my grandfather ran chasing him and he jump to the Citarum river and got carried away so my grandfather could not catch him.
In the middle school, he started to change his habit. He studied a lot. He always had great score in Math and Physics. when the examinations came, he always being a tutor for his friends.
Afterschool, when everyone got free to play guitar, band, or something, he locked himself in his room, with the limited light, he always study until night. For references, he always borrowed his brother's textbooks that was in the high school. Only got rest when praying or dinner, if there was a dinner.
But then it all payed off. He got great score on the national exam. His uncle in Bandung told him to go to Bandung and study there. Without knowing where and how Bandung was, with a few cash, he went there to get a better life.
Got in Bandung, he didn't know where high school he wanted to enter. His uncle recommended him to apply in SMAN 2 Bandung. He applied and accepted. Among his new friends, he didn't know anything, even about sausages, he didn't know it at all.
He got accepted in Mathematics Faculty in UNPAD. He got a lot of scholarships to fulfill his needs.
Again, he got a high score when he graduated.
His journey didn't stop, he went throught every hard times, ups and downs. I know it's hard for my dad when my mom passed away (even now he got married again and I'm happy for him) and he got a work termination from his office. I remember when he went to Jakarta to get a job, he always called me on the phone and I always ask for anything like Peterpan's CD, or Ungu's, and he bought me a-5000-CD, but I still got happy. He always told me to study hard and he always put his lips on my head and pray for me everytime he have to go. If I made mistakes, he didn't do anything but starred at me and goggling his eyes, that was scary.
But I know exactly why he did that. To make me be a better girl,
I'm so glad to have a kind of dad like him. He told me that money and glamorous don't make us people, they are determination and willingness who make us. We have to be brave and be careful at time same time, we have to work hard and pray at time same time, and we have to be happy and grateful at the same time.