On September 6, 2011, I and some
of my friends from Tegal went to Jogjakarta to attend an Eid Fitr celebration
with some other friends in the area of Central Java. We went up there at 10 ish
in the morning and arrived about 5'ish in the evening. We stayed at Allan's
home,Mr.Aslam's family, which is in the village of Imogiri.
After praying, we sat, gathering
and started the agenda. That was about twenty five people came. Starting with
the opening, then read tahlil which was led by Ustad Ahlan, ice
breaking, and speeches from the host,Allan, and the alumni, Brotha Ambar.
Early morning, we got ready to
visiting some places in Jogja. We rode two cars, the small one and the big one.
The driver of the small one is Uncle Jarwo, he is the grandson of Mbah Marijan,
who was the leader of Mt.Merapi area. So we went to Mt. Merapi, and visited
Mbah Marijan's wife. She welcomed us so great, till she offered to us to go up
there, to the place of her old home which got erupted by volcano. We got
special chance, till we were the only one who could drive to the very up of it.
Every body respects to the wife of Mbah Marijan. We saw all the rest of
tragedy, Mt.Merapi Eruption. We saw a bunch of sands, and just nothingness.
There were Some dead trees, and really undescrible houses. That made us so
sorry about it. We went through a village that nothing there except sands, and
it must be dead people and concrete were burried in the pile of sands. Scary.
That was about three feets high.
There is a huge stone on the
middle of the street. It was caused of the eruption stuff. We went to cemetery
of Mbah Marijan. He died on the first of eruption, and he was burried in the
village which people thought, the eruption wouldn't reach this area. But it was
wrong. The second eruption almost burried all of this area. The roads and
bridges that actually used to reach this place, are down, can not be used
anymore. So every time the visitors would like to visit this cemetery, they
should make a long way to go.
We went back to Alan's home to get
some rest and in the evening we got ready to the Paris of Jogja, which stands
for Parangteritis Beach. It was a nice evening. Taking some pictures with
friends, playing water and sands, and playing football were fun. We were late
for leaving because some misscommunication stuff. We losed our friend,well, for
a while. Then we got back to Allan's, took a shower and we were so ready to go
to Malioboro. Malioboro is a shopping center, but kinda traditional, and so
many friendly people there. You also can find some foreign tourists. The unique
of this place is you can ride a cart rode by horses some where around it,if you
want to. Morning or night will be the same, crowded. We stopped by a central
field of the north (alun-alun utara) and got some food.
We hit the road and went back at
10'ish in the night. And that was it. In the morning of september eight, we
went to buy some bakpia patok, traditional food of Jogja. After that, every
body was leaving, include us, Tegal's Group, going back home by bus.
Well, this journey obviously
taught us about love, friendship, togetherness, or even tragedy, and patience.
