Name : Alfarabi Kaban

Class:EL05
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Today, Chiya is visiting her grandparents. She loves cooking with her grandmother. Her
grandma usually teaches her how to cook delicious dishes. At this moment, Chiya is learning how
to make tasty chicken soup.
Chiya is helping to cut some onions, chilies, carrots, potatoes and other vegetables. She is also
writing her grandmother’s recipe. She plans to make chicken soup at home next Monday. She is
making the chicken soup for her mother. Next Monday is her mother’s birthday.

An hour later, Chiya and grandparents have finished eating chicken soup. Now, Chiya is
listening to her grandfather’s story. Chiya also loves listening to her grandpa’s story.

Her gandpa has many stories about life, joke, culture and many more. Now, Chiya with
grandmother are listening to one story of The Arabian Nights (1001 nights). They’re enjoying
their time together.

Present continuous:

1. Chiya is visiting her grandparents.

2. Chiya is helping to cut some onions, chilies, carrots, potatoes and other vegetables.
3. She is making the chicken soup for her mother.
4. Now, Chiya is listening to her grandfather’s story.
5. They’re enjoying their time together.

The Old Cemetery

It was a day last August at 3 ‘oclock pm. While I was walking home on the footpath,
I felt tired. There was a large fulling moon above me. A few trees lined up next to
me, as if it was a wall. I knew, in a minute, I would pass the old cemetery that was
lied on the outskirt of Surabaya, my hometown.

The wind was blowing when I started passing that cemetery. Basically I wasn’t
afraiding to pass that place. But, I didn’t know, at that moment, I was so scared.
Suddenly I froze. I saw a figure standing near a tree. I couldn’t see its face, but
she/he wore a white robe.

I closed my eyes, continued to walk and did silent prayer. All of sudden, I heard a
voice.

“Do you mind helping me?”

It was a girl voice. I opened my eyes. I saw a shoulder-length haircut girl, smiling
and looked helpless.

“Yes?” I said with a hoarsed voice.

“Do you mind conveying my message to my mother?”

“What message?”

“Tell her I love her so much.”

“Why don’t you convey it by yourself?”

“I am dead. I can’t go from my tomb.”

I couldn’t feel the road. My vision became blurred. Everything was changing slowly
into dark. Unconsciously

Past continuous

1. While I was walking home on the footpath, I felt tired.

2. The wind was blowing when I started passing that cemetery.
3. Everything was changing slowly into dark.
4. Basically I wasn’t afraiding to pass that place.
5. There was a large fulling moon above me.