my narrative

i’ll tell you about my sacrifice story. but it’s not about my sacrifice for my family or friends because i not yet do that. so, this is about my family and i sacrifice.

that’s happened 1 year ago when ramadhan. at that time, my family and i were fasting. so we decided to have breaking fast and taraweeh in Puncak. We leave Jakarta at 12pm. There’s no traffic jam so we  summit at Puncak at 2pm.

after we arrived, we had prayed dzuhur at mosque At-Tawuun, then we get rest and enjoyed the fresh air.. We rested there until 4pm then we had to prayed ashar then we went to looking restaurant nearby. ats the first i suggest my family to go to Alam Sunda restaurant because we love sundanese foods. then my family agreed and we went to Alam Sunda. It took 1hours to reached Alam Sunda from At-Tawuun.

ok then we arrived at Alam Sunda. we shocked. because the restaurant already big but there’s no table available. then we wrote my name at the waiting list. there’s 20 name above my name but ok we waited because we really wanted the roasted chicken theres. we waited 15 minutes. 30 minutes. 1 hours. i waited the waiter called my name but nothing. We’re nor giving up. We stayed there and bought martabak because we’re hungry but at the same time we didn’t want to got reach other restaurants. then we waited again. after that, at 7.30pm the waiter called my name. so we directly took the table.