it's not an elephant leg😂 it was mine!

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Woooppsss...a week has passed again and I almost forgot to login to steemit😆 I was busy reading on webtoon again. When I finished reading 544 episodes of Noblesse few hours ago (I've read it for 3 days) I checked my facebook and the picture above pop up😀 it was from 10 years ago this day. I collected my memory to remember what's happened😊.

Yeah.. I got the boils all over my left foot, about 4 or 5 boils. The boils didn't grew like volcano but all my left feet was bloated. Nope.. I was having no problem to walk or kicking something, it doesn't hurt..but I felt uncomfortable of the size😂 it took me 2 weeks to recover. I went to 3 doctors and the third one found the problem and cure it within a week. The picture of it then recall other memories😊 2 days after posting this picture on facebook, a new friend I known on facebook called me and propose me to be his future wife😊 and he's my husband now.

He called me for the first time and I could guessed from whim he got my number too😊 so we talked and talked for 4 hours (5 pm-9 pm) by phone about random things till I get tired and asked him what he wants from me. He said He wants me to be his wife😃😄 and I said Yes!

I dunno him, I never met him eye to eye, I have no idea what's his intention but I like his approached, I was single, 35 yo and I still love my single days. With a consideration that he probably older than me, he's far away from me and he diesn't seem to came right away when I need him, I think it's okay to build a secure long distant relationship😊. Funny that we both maintain our relationship for 6 years before we got married in 2016.

this picture belongs to my friend Saiful Azhari, a photographer, a good friend who posted this picture on facebook because I said I have story about that place

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It's an old picture, maybe it was taken in 80's, because when I spent my time walking through that street and place in 1999-2004, the situation was so different. The tree was not that big and I think It was cut down now. I walked on that street everyday from my rented room to the radio station i was working at.

In 2000, the first big flood I could remember was happened in Banda Aceh. I was at the radio station doing my daily broadcasting and stay at the studio from 9 am to 6 pm. The rain started to fall at 3 pm. At 6 pm, the blackout started and I left our radio station on third floor and almost get drown when I saw the first floor were full of water😨. A friend still working on third floor, I decided to go home to check on my belongings, if the water must be around my neck at the house I think.

and I can't swim!

Based on my feet memory, I try to walk in the water and keep my head up, I walked carefully on the side floor of the shops along the street. But...😂 when I reached the big tree, I forgot about the ditch cover that has been broken and jumped into the 1 M deep ditch and almost drowning if I didn't have my bagpack😊 my lifeguard. Yeesss... I tried to reach the edge of the ditch cover and pull ip my self to get out of the ditch hole. None helped me out because none there 😁 and I can imagine how funny it was if the situation was different. I watched my steps after that funny accident and reached home safely😀 but everything were floating in the house, none there too but lucky that some of my housemates already evacuated my belongings to the highest place. No place to go, but I need to wash up and sleeping. So, I went back to the radio station, staying there for 4 days.

this is another picture I got from Saiful Azhari, it was another place which lives longer in my memory. Long after this picture has taken, I spent a lot of time and known many good people from that place, including Saiful Azhari.

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The place is on Muhammad Jam's street, the south side of Banda Aceh's landmark, Great Mosque Baiturrahman. The picture above was taken on early 80's, when I moved out to Banda Aceh in 1993, it's already changed. The old buildings have been changing to a business cluster, and One of the 8 doors building was an internet cafe "Metropolis" where I spent most of my time from 2003-2004, before Tsunami hits Banda Aceh.

My friend, Rahma was working as the Admin there, I often came to get a free lunch from her😂 and other boys who worked there too. I don't have a place to sleep because I couldn't afford to rent any room with my salary from the radio station. So I slept at the radio station, at my cousin's house, then Rahma's house and at the internet cafe too because I need to wash my dirty clothes😊. The owner's wife found out and she scolded me like crazy😕 but I keep coming back to play there anytime I could😁 she's not there everyday, but my friends are.

Everything changed after the disaster, the internet cafe was destroyed, one of the 5 admin dies in tsunami, Rahma's family move out because her house also destroyed by the tail of the big wave. We hardly met each other after that days, but I always meet Saiful because he's working with my fellow radio reporters.

a single picture has many stories, it's about the moments and the people involved

And I think I have written too many words this time and I'd better stop it now. See you next time

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