about me again

I had story when I was in vocational high school. The month was Ramadan month. In the morning we had some lessons. At 11:00 am, we could go home, and at 02:00 pm, we had to back to school until after Maghrib. We were fasted opening in the school with friends and teachers. Previous in the morning, I had been agreement with my sister would be going home together because our school neared. After we ate, we prayed Maghrib. Next, we went home. I waited my sister in front of gate my school. A long time I stood up there, I did not see her. I was confused. After I thought for several times, then I went home. A long the road, I cried. I prayed there was not anything happen to my sister. I went home by on foot from my school till my home. I was not picked up by my family because there was not motorcycle. After I was on foot until Jojoran Kulon (name of village) I met my sisters. I embraced my sisters. My elder sister said that my younger sister whom I waited went home with my cousin.