By: Arizky Rachmad SudewoNear my house, there is a lake that very silent. My neighbours called it Silent Lake. “There is story inside of its water,” said my mother. “What kind of story of it? Why that lake is so mysterious?”I said to my heart with full of curiosity.
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At Silent Lake, we can feel so peace and serenity, there is no something that can disturb us. We can feel that there is no animals, humans, or plants are living in that lake . All of living thin
gs just like should be silent if they enter Silent Lake.
Sssssttt... I ever go there, of course without my mother permission. I don’t know why my mother always avoid me to go there. In fact, there is no something dangerous there. The Lake is so beautiful with clear blue water and zinnia flower which is growing around the lake. “I love it. Yeah, this is my land,” shout me to the sky. Since that time, I always go to the Silent Lake to refresh my mind. I can sing. I can running. I can do anything at that lake.
The tragedy happens when the rains come. When the rainy storm makes my house just like a hell.
“How many times i said to you hah?
“What’s wrong Mom? I know I never make you happy with my score. But this is me. I prefer do something that I love.” My mother and I are shouting each other angrily at that time. Until I runaway from my house and reach Silent Lake, without memorize my Mom’s advice about never go to the Silent Lake when the rains come.
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The rainy delivers stories about hopeless person that died in this lake. Just same with me, another hopeless person that cut my life in this lake. “Just go...and keep our secrets in this lake,” whisper a beautiful girl that lead me to the center of the lake. “ I’m sorry Mom.” Said me, when the water reach my head, and save all of stories inside of it. Save the stories about lake where suicides are happened.
Malang, 29 Nopember 2010
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