Next, I went to the office I visited before at 10.30. I met Mark there and we talked many things. He was so kind and nice. He knew me that I am a moslem and we didn’t touch one another. I liked it, and he shared anything. We discussed each other about TV programs in Indonesia and America. He is an American and he liked NHK program.
“What programs do you like?” Mark asked me while sitting on the sofa next to me.
“Actually I don’t really like watching TV, but I used to watch NHK world.” I said.
“Wow, that’s a great program to make us get more information. I like it very much.” Mark said with a nice mimic.
“Yea, I know that. We can know about many things, culture, politics, economics, and many more.” I added and tried to expand the conversation.
“Uh huh, in America, there was a soap opera. Bla bla bla...” He said and told many things I didn’t get the meaning.
“Do you know soap opera?” He asked me. I thought that he knew I was confused with the conversation at that time.
“Hemmm soup?” I asked to make it clear.
Then he tried to shake his hands like a person washing clothes.
“Ohh,,, soap, sabun?” I said with smiling.
“Yes, and opera.” He made it clear by shaking his body.