One Christmas in 2007, I was joining a final test try out at school.
It was held from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. One of my schoolmates, Rini, asked me
for accompanying her to the bus stop. When we arrived there, suddenly
the heavy rain fell down from the sky. Rini suggested me to go home soon
while she was entering the bus.
It was still raining when I was
home. The rain did not stop and became bigger when the night had come.
People were standing in front of their house, hoping that the flood
would not come. In the middle of the night, I got news that South
Purwodadi had been drowned.
The next day, Purwodadi had become a
flood area. All activities were paralyzed. No one went for work or
school because the land had been covered by flood. However, I thank God
for not allowing the flood entered my house. Even my house had been
changed into an emergency kitchen. It was so crowded there. I and my
father took a walk around the center market and Central Purwodadi. All
that we could see was water and water. At night, the flood looked like a
beautiful ocean with the moonlight on it. I felt as if I was one of the
passengers of Titanic who was sailing on the sea.
Finally, the flood
was starting to decrease in the next morning. I and my family cleaned
our front yard together. That was the greatest flood that I had ever
experienced in my hometown.