100 DAYS AFTER I DIE

Part 11 (Holy hole)

in May 2004, huamm was the announcement of my graduation, a notification that determined my first steps towards the future.. I went back to Jogja for only one week, just to take the results of my exams and graduation, and I had to go back to banda aceh to serve as an anti-terror task force, he said, intelligence or whatever I don't understand..

in short, I graduated with the title of general champion, from 4 maples tested I got the value of each, 9, 10, 10, 10 . and below my rank there is exactly Risa with a difference of total value of 0.25. meaning I only superior to 1 answer is more true than risa. hemm it ended my achievement index rivalry with risa. Yeeesss ! .

"busy, thank you mother prayer from there make rizal pass with good grades" I sat up while looking up...

I celebrated that happy day with friend2, we cheered as if this was the end and beginning of our education. and after the euphoria had eased a little bit, my class 2 got together, just prayed together, for our way forward, and made a promise that we would continue to be friends at all times, if there are 1 sick or difficult person immediately tell 1 each other, and as much as possible we can work together to help each other together. the comminaction will remain intertwined as long as we can still relate. at that time we promised that if one day there was a reunion, we would exchange our success stories..

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"you will go nerusin where zal?, do you want to follow your father to Aceh?" the word risa surprised me.

Me : "i don't know ris, I'm a month in the father's house and I'm hassled at home, don't know also how to face the father, I will obey the father"

Risa:"may you keep here yes zal, and hopefully tomorrow you're one more school with me" Risa's face looks restless..

Me: "we will always be with ris, here" I pointed at my chest.

Risa: "you're still the same age as me but his habits are much more mature huh zal your thinking?, that's what I love about you"

i : 

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sunday night, was the last day the father was at home, he seemed to enjoy the atmosphere of the house while sucking in 2 cigarette filters..

Mr :"rizall.here le"

Me: "yes sir"

Father: "have you decided what we were talking about this morning?"

me: "already sir"

father : "then?"

I : "rizal choose to stay sir, rizal likes in jogja, here rizal is easier to get cement, if in aceh rizal have to start again, you do not have to worry, you do not have to worry, rizal can take care of his own house, right your son is willing to enter high school sir, rizal can also cook himself sir, which is obviously just tell him not to be late. hhehe"

Me : "what to paakk. haven't thought me sir "

Father :"hahahaha, yes have a girlfriend gapapa kok le "

my father and I did a lot of breaking, starting from my story vacation in Semarang, to the High School where I will continue school, and my intention to continue my medical education. yes My doctor is still consistent with the answer to the question "What is your mind2?" when I was still in tk. and at that time I answered aloud. "Rizal wants to be a doctor", and my answer is still I take care of until now. Dad just smiled to say "whatever it is, your path that determines your own, your own, if you want to go to medical school you must be diligent in studying, you also have to mourn for you tomorrow" he filled our chat and invited me to rest. from the advice2 of the father makes me excited, he said, and in my heart I promise "father, mother, as heavy as anything and as dark as the road of life rizal tomorrow, rizal promise will not give up the same situation" ....

skip.papak has returned to aceh, and the time goes on, it does not feel like I am 16 years old, and I am now wearing a blue white uniform, he said, I get the opportunity to attend a well-known high school in Jogja, and of course I Risa also school in the same as me just different classes...

the month changed quickly and it did not feel like soon I would have my first midterm exam.I prepared myself well, even though I was home alone for the last few months, it did not affect my learning spirit.and finally the end of December is a fun thing, why? because after being tired of preparing and completing the semester exam we will feel the anticipated vacation2, except for me......

that day I turned on the tv, tried to find a good show, and it was not there, there was only one topic that was reported by the entire television media... do you remember a major incident that happened in Indonesia in December 2004? a major disaster that killed 200,000 lives, the disaster added to the wounds of the portico city of Mecca which was injured due to prolonged gam conflict, the report said, and now it is as if God is testing the people of Aceh with the imposition of a terrible disaster, by building collapsed, agricultural land destroyed, access to communication becomes very limited, not only aceh who suffered, but also because of the damage, the whole world is also sad, in addition to the earthquake and tsunami that also hit 14 other countries.2 because of the incident, many people lost their homes, many people lost their property, many people lost their property, many fathers and mothers lost their children's lives, or vice versa, and I was also among the people affected by the tsunami....

fear and worry spread to the body, limp it felt to hear the news, I tried to contact the father, ahhh his number could not be contacted. From that day on I was looking for certainty about the news of the father, I tried to contact the father, I contacted agency2 related to disaster management in aceh there, but that day was nil at all, maybe even they were not necessarily safe...

"my father, may my father gapapa be there, may my father be in action to help the evacuation of the victims there" I prayed in my heart, my kinsman2 began to come to the house, teach me to speak and provide support, he said, they also continue to try to find certainty about the news of the father there, every day I sit in front of the television with a house phone and phone phone, whose number I have sent for confirmation from the disaster management agency if there is information about the father.I do not break2nya prayer I say, ask God, to keep the father's safety. my memory goes back to my bad memory2 when I lost my mother, does this time also have to lose my father?, do not not notkkk.... is this the father's word about me to be ready when you have to catch up with mom, sir, rizal collect your promise sir to take care of the reserves, do not go now do not. walking time I can only wait for the development of the news via tv, every day my heart beats2 when there is a phone coming in.... ahhhh it feels like my heart is about to explode. I was awaited by om da some other relatives. The news in the media increasingly horrified me, on the first day the death toll was estimated at 7000 people, he said, the next day increased to 35,000 people, 4 days later the number of victims was stated to be more than 100,000 people, with that many people even if there are bodies found, it may be difficult to recognize... I try to think that the father survived, that the act of baik2 only, the father just can not tell me, because he was there struggling, yes mind2 bad try to step aside... the support of my friends 2nd and high school also did not break up, they came every day just to accompany me, of course, among those who looked most worried was risa, he was always beside me until night.. I appreciate their actions, "thank you" that's all I say, I can't think of anything else, my evenings are hardly over, I spend it praying, and praying... almost a month, the number of victims continues to increase to 180,000 people died not including people who were declared missing, I also have to go back to school, he said, actually I was lazy but managed to be persuaded by relatives2 father and relatives of the late mother.At school I could not consent, I could not, I got some interference from subtle beings who utilize emotions and moods that are unstable, hahhhhh. There is a feeling of anger. I hold on. I try to focus on looking for a father, risa is the one who accompanies me all the time, she always gives hope2 that there will be a miracle, it makes me a little entertained, even though in fact .....

I tried to use my vision to find the father, and it turned out beyond my ability, I caught the shadow of the death of thousands of others. hahhhhh I began to frustrate.. " I wipe the blood on my nose, I nosebleed when forcing my range of sighting...

I fell asleep, maybe tired, I woke up unwell.. I came out of the room with a pale face, and red eyes from crying too much. I headed for the guest room, looked as if some om and tantiku were sitting down, and chatted seriously... his name is Bowo, he is a retired air force officer..

Om bowo: "zal, sit here for a while "

deggg ...

Om bowo: "as your father told you before, your father once said the same om, your life ahead full of obstacles, but your father believes you can get through it all"

Me: "om, please to the point, rizal does not understand "

om bowo: "your father was found dead, sorry,"

it felt like bony2 wanted to be dislodged.I felt like I was hit or stabbed something in the heart, I felt like there was a hole, pain and sadness..I sat down, down, down "inallilahi wa inalillahi rojiun" I as much as possible did not winiss me as much as possible not to spill these tears again.but what my defense power was broken as well, I cried, quite hard..

I felt my heart like it was hollowed out again.I used to be a piyatu when my mother left me, and now I am an orphan in my father's house ..................................................