On December 25th 2010, I got an amazing
experience. At the time I was in Malang, East Java. It was my first time; I did
not go back to my hometown. Actually I really wanted to go to my hometown, but,
I was in a seminary. My priest did not allow me to go back. At the Christmas I
felt many things bad. I went to people’s houses around our seminary. I tried to
feel happy. I tried to smile and laugh. I could do it before them, but in my
heart I felt something. How bad my day was!
After I
went to their houses, I went to a payphone. I telephoned my family, and I said
sorry because I could not go back to my home. Yeah, they tried to understand. I
heard my mother try to comfort me. I could blame nobody for my feeling. It seemed
that I had to accept the fact. It was a ruler, and I had to obey it. I had to
obey it in my heart, feeling and action. I told my experience to my friend, he
told me that he felt the same. It was our first time; we spent our Christmas
without our parents. But I tried to say thank for my experience. Hey, if I say
thanks to God, I feel happier!
Suarta Kasmiran, October, 17th 2012
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