Not Home Alone

It was dark outside. I looked at the sky for some time. The clouds were just like containers which holding much water and seemed ready to unload the content and showered the land. It was quiet outside, what was heard only the sounds of the wind blew the trees grew along the pavement in front of my house. The wind shook the trees so gently that the leaves were like hands waving upside down. It was not beautiful. The storm might come at any time, I thought. Mom and dad were leaving to Jakarta attending my uncle's wedding. They had asked me to come with them but I denied it as I was about facing my midterm test. My parents had been there for two days that meant three more days. They must have enjoyed the party right now. I turned on the lamp in my room. It was getting darker even the clock still showed 16.00 p.m.

I took my netbook and turned it on. I hoped that I could spend this horrible day by writing something or editing some of my photos. To be honest, I was not good at writing actually, but I would never know why my friends thought that my writing was good to read. I rarely wrote. I wrote only when I got a very good inspiration or was just in a good mood. I looked at my files and open the folders. I was so interested to open again the album of my photos. There were hundreds of photos kept in the file. I sorted it one by one.
I started smiling when I looked at the picture of my friends and me when we got our graduation celebration from senior high school. Budi, in the photo was trying to take my hat, but he slipped and fell into the pond where Bagus, Indah, Sinta and I were standing before. He was wet. We had lots of fun that time. I gave a note in that photo, "MY BEST FRIENDS EVER." Bagus and Indah were going at the same university now. Bagus took English literature and art while Indah took economics. Meanwhile, Sinta was leaving for America to study business. Sinta as my friends said was a lucky girl. Her father was an American who married to Indonesian woman. Her  English was excellent. It was even better than my English teacher, Mr. Sandi. Further, her father was a very successful businessman. Overall, she was absolutely lucky. Indah and Sinta were my best friends. They were not only smart but also beautiful. I like them very much. Sinta, with her long and wavy hair had very beautiful eyes. Her nose was pointed like her father. She was totally different from most of Asian woman. She had an American face, indeed. Many boys liked her. She was above average.

While I was to plug in my flash drive, a lightning lighted up the sky followed by a strong horrible sound. In fact, it crashed the electric pole right beside Mr. Hasan's house my neighbor. It sparkled fire to the sky. I could not stop seeing it. It was between a nightmare or a beautiful phenomenon. I jumped out of my bed and rushed down to the living room. I was in doubt. I questioned myself whether I should go out or not. The fire sparkling might have produced an electrical short cut. It began to burn Mr. Hasan's fence that made of old and dry wood. He would came home from work around 19.00 in the evening. He had no family since he got divorced with his wife. I reached my phone but it was in trouble because of the bad weather.
The fire got bigger and bigger. It burned the fence and almost reached the roof. The rain fall did not work to put it out as the wind blew hard. There were no passing cars. It was not a perfect coincidence, I thought. It was used to be crowded since the time for many people surrounding left from work. however, maybe they were expecting the storm over or they tried to find a shelter to keep them away from it. 
I took my raincoat. I decided to go outside looking for some helps. I opened the door. The wind blew my face. Leaves flew away taken by the wind. I ran to Mr. Ferdi's house and shouted. But, no one was there. He might pick his wife in the hospital. Mrs. Ferdi was a nurse in the hospital nearby. 

The rain fell down heavily. Sometimes, the lightening shocked me when it appeared brightly in the sky. The sound made my heart beat faster. I went to Mr. Dadang's house through the rain. I knocked at the door again and again. I went to his backyard. I hoped that he was in the kitchen or somewhere that he might not hear the knocks. But no one answered. I was in despair. I sat down weakly on his terrace looking at the fire.