I'll wait for your promise

Valentine Share

I went to college early this morning. There is no college. But the spirit to make social activities forced to leave. When we arrived, the campus was still empty. The cleaning staff was also not visible. While waiting I read the announcement on the board. ‘Lecture is closed until the ash rain subsides.’ I read the announcement. How to get a donation if there are no students. The lecturer I asked for help also has no news. Friends have not arrived. I sat in front of the notice board. A security guard approached.

“College is a holiday. Rack knob bali Mbak?((Why not go home Mommy?)” The security guard sat to my right.

“You have an event Sir. But friends no one has come yet.”

“Emang opo event? Udan awu ne kan sek deres... (What event? The ash rain is still heavy.)”.

“Call for donations to the victims of Mount Kelud. But the lecture is closed, so. surely there will be no students who come and contribute.” Down sad.

“Yo kui must (yes that's for sure). Why not just ask for donations on the streets. At that red light. Open a post on the side of the road so if anyone donates used clothes know where. But open it not just for a day. About a week can only be collected a lot.”

“Maybe it's better that way sir. Lagian Lecturer who I asked for help also has no confirmation.”

“What help?”

“Borrow Campus hall for this event.”

“If it's obviously hard. The odds are very small allowed. If it is not an important event, the hall should not be used during the holidays. Especially in this situation.”

“This is also important Sir?”

“Although important and allowed, it is still free for you to create events on Campus. Shelf ono lecture rack ono donation (No lectures no donations).” The security guard wiggled his index finger to the right and left in front of his face.

Not long after the committee that has been formed comes one by one. The security guard left. While waiting for what has not come, we discussed making a new plan. I also conveyed the proposal of the tall man earlier. Mr. Susilo, the lecturer I asked for help called to apologize for not getting permission to borrow the hall. It just so happened that he was on duty out of the city so he could not participate. I was not too disappointed because I had received an answer from the fat father who accompanied me a few minutes ago. As per his suggestion, after all the gathering we split the group and went to the streets to ask for donations. There are some who serve in the Market, Terminal and Station. Using the campus alma mater, we walked around all day. For days we did the same thing until the lecture began. I ventured to ask one of the Police for permission to use the police post parking area traffic lights near the Market as a place to receive donations. We also put up a large banner that read ‘VALENTINE SHARE, We are ready to accept donations in the form of decent clothes, money and other needs for the eruption victims of Mount Kelud.’ Do not forget to post an announcement on Facebook.

*Facebook*

Yuk, for friends who have used clothes but are still worth wearing. Instead of making a crowded closet, it is better to donate it to our brothers who were affected by the eruption of Mount Kelud.

We are ready to be the intermediary between you and them. So... feel free to come to post “Valentine Berbagi” next to Police Post near Market. And for those who are far away can call me at 081313029502.

If you want to volunteer, you are also very allowed to loch…

When the lecture began, I again asked permission to borrow the Campus hall as a post. Finally allowed as long as no other party will borrow it. We are getting excited about doing this activity. Every time I finish college I always come to the hall to check how many donations have come. Likewise in the Police post, we made a schedule of duties to guard the post. I'm glad my friends worked well together. The police officer also volunteered to help when we were short on manpower.

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It's been a week since the city was rained in ashes. Although not as fast as on the first day. The ground and asphalt are no longer visible, all buried in ash. Citizens and Government officials worked together to clear the road. Some of the main roads were closed because they were cleaning with heavy equipment. Residents in housing also work using makeshift tools. Father said the thickness of ash on the highway is almost 10 cm. Ash makes the road slippery. There have been several times a motorcycle has slipped and there has been an accident. Not only that, when there is a vehicle that drove then the ash on the road will fly and make the view so unclear like thick fog. Some houses have roofs that collapse because they are not strong enough to hold ash. All the citizens hoped the heavy rain could clean up this city. But the fact is that rain makes ash become dense and stick. This makes the roof more fragile. Even the trees withered, some even died. This city is still like a dead city. The ash that had been set aside again enveloped the road when the wind blew strong. The back road is covered in ash and slippery.

I again asked Father and Mother for permission to go to Kediri. This time it was just to make a donation. As the head of the activity I am obliged to participate to make donations directly. They had to allow. We finally went as a representative of the campus. I borrowed Pak Susilo's pick-up car and another lecturer's private car to bring donations. We are trying to spend as little as possible on operational costs. Rather than the money being spent on a car hire and the driver better be donated, I thought. It is not expected from the police to participate to go to Kediri. One police car was prepared to carry donations and another for volunteers who would join. I smiled, moved. Suddenly these eyes glazed over and dripped with water on the right cheek. Tucked a sense of pride in those who helped during this time. It turned out that everything was not as difficult as I thought at the beginning of living it. I immediately shed tears and quickly got in the car.

After all the preparations were completed, we went to Kediri with some sacks of used clothes worth using, basic clothes and some money. We also did not forget to document all activities in the evacuation. We plan to put the photos on the notice board as proof that donations have been channeled directly to the parties in need. The activity went well until it was finished. Although nervousness enveloped the heart throughout the day, we managed to complete the task successfully. Some refugee children gave us letters of gratitude for entertaining and motivating them. They were happy to welcome our presence. It turned out that my experience of training in motivation was not in vain. A few simple games I learned in training, I practiced them again and it turned out to be amazing! The children are entertained, they laugh freely as if there is no burden and that must be what they feel. The heart is relieved despite days of energy and the mind is drained away. There is a sense of pride in yourself when successfully completing a task well. It turned out that my parents could not hinder my intention to go to Kediri even if only to make a donation. At least I can give a little motivation to the refugees, especially the children.

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