Dongeng Bahasa Inggris | Contoh Cerita Berbahasa Inggris

Kumpulan Dongeng Bahasa Inggris | Contoh Cerita Berbahasa Inggris – Bahasa Inggris merupakan salah satu bahasa Internasional yang banyak dipakai oleh masyarakat di seluruh dunia.  Karena sebagai bahasa Internasional banyak sekarang sekolah-sekolah mulai dari SD yang terdapat mata pelajaran bahasa Inggris.

Dongeng Bahasa Inggris | Contoh Cerita Berbahasa Inggris

Nah untuk itu tentu bagi yang sedang belajar bahasa Inggris biasanya banyak tugas mengenai bahasa Inggris, salah satunya yaitu membuat Dongeng Bahasa Inggris | Contoh Cerita Berbahasa Inggris dan Kumpulannya. Nah dibawah ini memiliki Contoh Cerita Dongeng berbahasa Inggris dengan judul News Of  Kidnapping :

Dongeng Bahasa Inggris | Contoh Cerita Berbahasa Inggris

They began to shovel mounds of earth on top of his casket as teardrops fell from my eyes. I was ten years old. I scooped up a handful of dirt and dropped it in his resting place. As the rough, moist, brown specks left my hands, so did the invincible feeling I had for as long as I could remember. It was a cold morning in late November. In fact, that whole month had been unseasonably cold, and I have never been able to forget the sequence of events that took place.

I was riding down our long, narrow, dirt driveway in my parents’ black sedan, driven by one of our chauffeurs, Paco. He had just picked me up from my privileged, American school. It was the first Thursday in November and so far it had just been like any other day. We were going down our driveway escaping from a Colombian village and easing into a very “American” part of Bogotá. Whenever I was in this “Americanized” part of the city I forgot that I was in Colombia and pretended that I was still in the states.

Paco pulled up to our white Beverly Hills style home, dropped me off at the front steps, and continued on to park the sedan. With my backpack slung over my shoulders and messy pigtails bouncing, I entered my house to find my mother sobbing in the arms of my nanny, Estella. Something was wrong, I suspected, and whatever it was I assumed it could not be fixed. My mother couldn’t even look at me, although she knew I was there, standing beside her impatiently wondering what was the matter. Growing up, it seemed to me that things around my house were always a little tense- not between my parents but because of my dad’s job, the reason we had moved to Colombia in the first place. My dad was the Chief Executive Officer of one of the seventeen American oil companies in Colombia. My mother always worried about my father going to work everyday because she said, “The drug lords didn’t like him”. I was always told never to go anywhere by myself especially outside our “American-like Bogotá”. I was very sheltered while growing up because of what my mother called “the drug wars”. She always told me things in a way that I could understand them, but I had no idea what a drug lord was until that horridly vivid day in November. I stepped closer to my mother, wondering whether or not I should put an arm around her or something, just incase she hadn’t seen me come in. Instead I spoke in a cheery, optimistic voice, “Hey mom, I’m home!”

My mother finally lifted her face from Estella’s arms and managed to focus her teary eyes at me. She managed a small crook in the corners of her mouth that I guessed was her best attempt at a smile. My mother motioned for me to sit down by nodding her head and holding out her arm. I sat on a red velvet covered armchair in the entry parlor, the room my mother always had friends sit in to play cards. As I sat down and placed my backpack on the floor beside me, my mother cleared her throat and prepared to speak to me. I knew that whatever she said would not be pleasing, but that she would try to tell me in the best way she possibly could.

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