Setting: In the middle of studying for ujian. Me? in front of a chaotic stacks of paper with Sin, Cos, Csc, Ctg, Tan, and their other trigonometrical fellas dance in front of me. My pencil was shaking because it seemed that it couldn’t win the battle of finding the EX. What’s so important about exes anyway~
Ring ding dong! My whatsapp notification barks at me, wanting to be looked at. (aww..) I put my pencil down, I bet it felt good to rest for a while.
From my sister!
Dudee, my room here is soo pretty aaw I’m so happy! It’s like a hotel!
Yes, she’s now in Amsterdam to have a diplomat education in Den Haag (I hope I got the names right hahahaa)
Well, Lika. She got there, to chase her dream and to travel to places that she have been longing to see for years and yearsssss because she went through one of the steps that lay in front of you NOW: UJIAAAAAN!
Let’s do this :D
One fine day, Hadi and I were riding on his motorcycle. We rode along the Jakal Road, and while he tried to survive in that jungle of yanking horn and the hustle and bustle of other motorized vehicles, I let my mind wander around. Then I saw the mountain whose position become the appointed direction of “North” to Jogjakarta citizens.
Merapi, so clear and so majestic in that lovely afternoon. The clear blue sky merely acts as a background to the picturesque view of hers.
After we got into the intersection, and Hadi managed to got his mind off the streets, Hadi realized it too. Of course, I thought. That majestic lady was his first love in this city that he had climbed thousands of times during his first years here.
“Eh liat Merapi cerah! Sekarang jam berapa?”
After I struggled a bit to grab my phone in the midst of my messy bag while trying to keep my balance on a motorcycle, I said: “Jam 5 kurang 15!”
“Eh kesana yu? Mau ga?”
“Hayu!” said I, without even thinking.
And after the light turned green, he went quite frenzy with the speed of the red motorcycle. Hmm, so excited, weren’t you?
“Ngebut gapapa ya? Ngejar sunsetnya, bagus banget di atas. Langitnya pink!” He said before shutting his helm closed.
I nodded – though he can’t see me surely – and off we went! We headed towards Kinahrejo, the lost village which was wiped away by the eruption, and also, it was the home of Mbah Maridjan. Surely you know the man, right? J
Sure enough, it didn’t take him long to get both of us up. And after he told me to took off my helmet in order to be considered as “locals”, the tactic succeeded and we managed to pass without paying the ticket (woops!)
After being guilty for not paying (well not really actually) we passed the small warungs and various tour offers, and went to the Open Museum of Merapi Eruption. I remembered it being quite cold, thankfully I wore a sweater while Hadi himself wore only a thin jacket :c (when I brought this topic, he just said that he was a pro of mountains so he didn’t feel the cold. Hmmmm…)
The road towards the museum was asphalted but it was hilly and narrow so Hadi had to let out all of his motorcycling skills which I admired truly, and LOUDLY (“waw kamu keren banget!”). I bet he wanted to shut my mouth at that time hehe.
So then we arrived at the museum, and parked our motorcycle near the already closed warungs with huge banner explaining that it belonged to Mbah Maridjan’s sister. Not far from the warung, there it was, the Open Museum of Merapi Eruption.
The 2010 eruption, was the biggest in 100 years. The biggest recorded eruption was in 1872, where Merapi erupted 100 million m3 volcanic material, compared 140 million m3 volcanic material erupted in 2010. (source from here) Imagine 1 cubic meters of material? Now multiply it by 140 million!
And so the open museum displayed the one of many results of the destructions Merapi caused. There first thing that caught my eyes was this burnt APV, and according to the banner beside the car, it belonged to a local citizen and was being driven by two people during evacuation times: a PMI volunteer named Tutur Prijono and a VIVA News journalist named Yuniawan Wahyu Nugroho. They died during the evacuation along with 8 other people in 26 October 2013, including Mbah Maridjan. The total casualties of 2010 eruption was 151 people.
Beside the cars, there were also two burnt motorcycles, and other burnt clock and cooking utensils being displayed. All of them were unbelievably burnt and made you wonder about how hot the Wedhus Gembel was, to turn them into a state like that.
Seeing all of these things somehow made me quite exhausted in a way that I can’t truly express, and I tried to walk around, then I see her. Merapi, magnificently standing in front of us. Not even a group of think cloud appeared between us and the mountain. Its open crater erupted small amount of smoke even at that time, and it was so intimidating to see the mountain so close to you, as if it could swept your tiny presence in any time, and to think that it is indeed possible.
Afterwards, Hadi and I continued our journey, we went to a place where there was a small warung, only one, and few people taking photos here and there. We parked our motorcycle and ordered two cups of coffees.
Being seated in this warung, I took some time to look at the structure. It looked like a house, newly built, so then I asked the lady who made me the coffee that I drank.
Excuse me, do you live here? I asked.
Well, I stay here during the daytime and then I went back home, which isn’t here, it’s further from the mountain, she answered with a smile. She was now lived in the house that the government built for the refugees that had lost their homes during the eruption, she said.
Then the conversation went, with me asking why she didn’t move further from Merapi, which she answered that she didn’t know what else can she do, she had lived there throughout her entire life. And then I asked her feelings about the 2010 eruption, the biggest one that she had went through.
She said that she could still feel the fear, even now, and the memory of it alone traumatized her. The latest small eruption a few weeks ago Considering that she was born in the Kinahrejo Village, no wonder she was utterly shocked to have seen her home being swept away, the one that she spent her childhood in.
Then she asked me: Won’t you take pictures here? The weather’s so clear now. You can see Merapi, so beautiful, isn’t she? She gestured the majestic mountain, that she stared with awe.
Yes, even she, whose house were gone, and had lost her neighbors, can still admire the beauty of the mountain that took them all, because maybe Merapi had also given her so much.
After that, we excuse ourselves to look around, and we took some pictures ourselves too. We were among some other groups (or couples hehe) who were looking for the greatest spot to took some pictures with the magnificent mountain as the background. Our arrival to one spot even made another couple went away – twice. Teehee, sorry dudes :p
We tried varied poses in front of the mountain. Well actually, it was only I who tried various poses with Hadi to take the pictures. We weren’t ashamed surely because we were among the people who also did that hehehe.
So you see, after being displayed to the Open Museum that showed us the destroyed belongings and also the stories of Eruption, we can see now that even the tragedy had given them more than the tragedy itself. The local people here are able to even make something out of the memories, and they had done so in a nice way. So today I didn’t merely see the sadness nor the tragedy. I looked through some exhibition of memories of things that had occurred, and I had seen people who had their own way to continue their lives without forgetting their past but to learn and yes, as cliché as it is, to move on.
Then Hadi and I headed back to Jogja, and despite the sunset wasn’t being clearly shown because of the clouds, yes, indeed it was quite pinkish like he said!
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