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Three days have passed since I arrived in Jakarta. I started to get bored with the monotonous routine every day to spend the vacation rations given by Mas Hanung. From the morning, I only play the screen of the device whose contents are still that. About Jakarta's flooding is overflowing and who is most right to blame for this. Television is the same. If not the case of flooding, surely about the threat of the virus that is now starting to spread to neighboring countries where the virus began.

Even the results of the interview with environmental movement figures I met last Monday, I have finished writing. Ready I send you as soon as my cut is over. Then what else can I do, other than stay home. Killing boredom that has started to eat away at half my sanity.

While the rain is still complaining to the earth about fret, it may also be anger since last night. Adding to the list of flood areas is expanding. If it's like this there's nothing I can do but roll under a thick blanket. Although he was actually bored to death.

If I force myself out and choose to have fun, how unfulfilled would I be. Feeling happy on top of the hardships of nearly half the residents of the Special Capital Region. While most of them are people whose economic situation is not as good as me. Wouldn't I be like Park Dong-ik's family in the Parasite film who held a party after a heavy rain all night and soaked the house of half the population around him.

If only Mas Hanung had not given me leave in this situation, I would have been busy running around in the middle of the flood. Taking every moment and shoulder to shoulder with other officers who are now certainly very busy crashing the flood. Just like the volunteers who fight more persistently at times like this.

Yes, the volunteer. Why didn't you think before?

Usually, millennials and the generation after that, the Z, often raise funds or actively volunteer at times like today. Even in their daily lives. Sometimes the movement is dominated by selebgrams that really care about the surrounding environment. When the student demo was quite electrifying to the corners of the area last year, not a few selebgrams took to the streets. In the name of solidarity.

I touched the finger print button on the back of the device and looked for what I needed in the purple and orange app. A gathering place for all human activities ranging from those who really intend to show off, to those who really invite others to do good.

Sure enough, my search through #banjirjakarta led to many posts related to the hydrometeorological natural disaster. Not a few communities are also concerned about Jakarta floods and raise funds and energy to ease the burden of those in need.

In less than five minutes of surfing on social media with the camera, I had found a suitable community for me to follow. In addition to collecting assistance in the form of nine basic materials, used clothing is worth using, they also opened a special barracks for children whose schools are flooded and there are many other types of social activities.

Of the many posts with flood hashtags, my focus was piqued when I read an account whose name is so familiar. @a_raz85.

I subconsciously smiled as I realized the number of years behind that account name. The effect shows that the account owner is old and deliberately show it to the world. Or it's just his form of attractiveness.

I clicked on the account, and posts appeared in its neatly arranged feed. It seems that the owner is so painstakingly taking care of his social media. Even his followers have reached tens of thousands. Like in each photo was able to beat selebgram posts.

The contents of the post are varied. But the most important thing is the photo of the scenery. Including when the last time we visited one of the natural attractions in Tuban Regency. The photo of the fountain in the middle of the pool is decorated with colorful lights against the background of stalactites and stalagmites, beautifully displayed with a series of three feeds at once. Makes me even more sure who the real owner of the account is. Even I just realized, if the account had followed me.

When did he start following my IG?

The corner of my lips lifted. I never even visited my medsos and let it sit for a long time. Maybe two or three months ago. How can I realize who my new followers are and who stopped following me.

After clicking on the follow back button, I opened the chat room in the upper right corner with a paper plane. On a whim, I asked the offer of the account owner who a few days ago we had a conversation.

Hey Mas, still need an assistant? Gabut at mulu's house. I think it would be useful to help Mas Araz. 😁

Before long, my direct message was answered.

Hey, Tumben on Instagram. Don't-don't just notice if I've been following you on IG.

It's been a while. We met in the cake elevator.

Cie, who's secretly a stalker.

What's in-stalker, medsos people it's just crazy quotes.

Haha... I laughed reading Araz's reply. Indeed, the contents of my Instagram is just a repost of accounts quotes as crazy as the man said. Even if there's a picture of me, it can count fingers. Maybe five or seven.

I also wondered, what exactly is the purpose of making this social media. It's only fair if my followers aren't even thousands like Araz's. And it can be ascertained, like every post never exceeds ten. Yes, who would like to post a repost whose content is just crazy. I don't even care about that business.

Haven't had time to reply to DM Araz, my gawa's ringing. The name of the man I still had not changed - TMN M Hanung - appeared on the screen of the device. His voice sounded cheerful from across. With a backsound cie and I don't know what else.

"Friends Mas Araz so excited? Never called a girl before?" my God was met with an annoyed snort from across. The man asked his friends to be quiet.

I laugh. Ever since Mas Hanung's frenzy incident and ended at our foursome dinner, my relationship with Araz has been thawing. There are no more slang terms in my dictionary. Even I can treat him the same way as Mas Hanung.

"Seriously want to be my assistant? I can't pay too much. It's also called social work. Yes, if you give me three meals a day, I can still do it" said Araz. Now the atmosphere behind him was no longer as crowded as it was. Perhaps the man had moved to a quieter place.

"Can aja. It is more than enough if you eat three meals a day. What can I help you with?"

"Can you tell storytelling? We're all that shit again. Let's help children recover from trauma through fairy tales. The plan is to have a marionet community as well, but he has not been sure so or not," said Araz enthusiastically explain the social service that will be held together with his other friends.

"It could be Mas, but it's not as good as pro either."

"Well, if you were a pro, you wouldn't be a reporter, would you?"

I laughed in response to Araz's more like-minded question.

"Yes, yes, too. That's why I'm accepted as Mas Araz's assistant?"

"Yes, who wouldn't want to have your kayak assistant" Araz said back to his original fad. I just laughed. "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 08:00. Morning is better."

"Well, morning show? Araz doesn't work?"

"Well, didn't you read the flayer I shared? It's the LF show, yeah. We're just looking for volunteers because of a lack of manpower."

My face feels pias. There I felt****** because I did not read the flayer that Araz shared carefully. If it's like this, am I capable of activity among the cool guys of La Fammes.

Oh God, I'm a stupid girl.