MOOD VOLCANO’S VICTIM

Yesterday when I feel boring just stay in my house, I take a walk to the place which get much attention from all over the world during this time in Porong. There’s something which make many people interested come to that place which people called mood volcano. It’s very long time I never come again to that place.

I came by to the coffee shop which the victim’s of that disaster build. I ask one glass of coffee to accopany me looking around. While enjoying my coffee I ask a few question to the old woman who serve me because since I sit in her coffee shop she just keep silent and look at the outside. But when I try to pay attention to something that she watch I can’t find anything, just field which can’t plant something anymore.

“How are you madam”, I asking. I don’t know she hear me or not but she still keep silent. Finally I ask the same question. For the second question she answer with one word “fine” while not staring at me. Actually I confuse and afraid to ask again, but because I want to know more I ask another question.

“How long have you been open this coffee shop madam?”, I asking again. Now she look at me and answer “Maybe almost one year, I open and stay in this place”, she answer friendly finally. How’s your feeling during this time madam? Did you lost a lot of stuff because of this disaster?” Hearing that question she look at me again but now I feel very deeply. She did not answer immedietly, she just keep silent and finally bowed her head and something which make me feel guilty she do it and crying.

Seeing that I confuse, what did I done, I think. I don’t know what should I do. I feel that I make her remember what did happen before. From her crying I feel something deep that there is something and make her very hurt not just fisically but more deep than that untill it can’t tell anymore. It’s very difficult to describe into words or sentences. I realize this is not just about money, house, properthy and so on. This abour heart and many thing, even it’s very very very deep and difficult to say. Maybe that’s why she can’t tell anything but told with her tears.


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