My native speaker who is my lecture on General English Class asked me to write down about the natural disaster that i remember. And it's my story about the earthquake that occurred in Bantul, Yogyakarta a few years ago. I don't remember when it happened. I just remember that it happened when i was in Junior high school ( now i'm university student ) lol
Yogyakarta . I didn’t feel about it actually. Because at that time, I was sleeping and my mom just told me that she felt headache. At 11 am my uncle who lived in Bantul called my dad telling him that there was an earthquake. He lived with my grandmother. My grandmother wasn’t at home. She went to traditional market alone. How come? She was 70’s. His house was completely shattered. Nobody knew where my grandmother was. Feeling panic, my mom was crying out loud and she asked my dad to go there with her. There wasn’t bus or even train. So, my mom and dad decided to go to Bantul by motorbike. Me and my sister worried about them. We were just alone at home, in different city. They just gave me money to buy our daily needs.
When my parents were in Bantul, they didn’t even call me. They tried to call me and my sister over and over but it always failed. And they stayed there for over a week. That was okay for me actually. Later I knew that my grandmother had been found safe and sound. A young man helped her to runaway from that situation. There were so many people dying. It was so terrible. All the houses were smashed to pieces. And their psychic condition wasn’t good.
Two weeks after that natural disaster . I went to Bantul with my family. The view was so terrible. So many crying babies were hungry and their parents couldn’t gave them food or milk. They were waiting for helping people who would gave them foods, clothes and various medicines. I felt so sorry and I just gave them my old clothes.
I didn’t sleep in bedroom. I slept outside my grandmother’s house. It was so cold at the night and it was so hot at the day. I stayed there for five days. While I was reading a magazine that I had just bought on the floor. I felt the floor moved. Though it was so slow but I was so scared. I didn’t know where my dad went. I was alone. Suddenly I felt so relief because I heard my dad’s voice. He called my sister out loud so I could hear him. He told me that it was a small earthquake that sometimes happened. And I think until now, sometimes we can feel that small earthquake in Jogja or even other places outside Jogja.
When my parents were in Bantul, they didn’t even call me. They tried to call me and my sister over and over but it always failed. And they stayed there for over a week. That was okay for me actually. Later I knew that my grandmother had been found safe and sound. A young man helped her to runaway from that situation. There were so many people dying. It was so terrible. All the houses were smashed to pieces. And their psychic condition wasn’t good.
Two weeks after that natural disaster . I went to Bantul with my family. The view was so terrible. So many crying babies were hungry and their parents couldn’t gave them food or milk. They were waiting for helping people who would gave them foods, clothes and various medicines. I felt so sorry and I just gave them my old clothes.
I didn’t sleep in bedroom. I slept outside my grandmother’s house. It was so cold at the night and it was so hot at the day. I stayed there for five days. While I was reading a magazine that I had just bought on the floor. I felt the floor moved. Though it was so slow but I was so scared. I didn’t know where my dad went. I was alone. Suddenly I felt so relief because I heard my dad’s voice. He called my sister out loud so I could hear him. He told me that it was a small earthquake that sometimes happened. And I think until now, sometimes we can feel that small earthquake in Jogja or even other places outside Jogja.
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