# THIS MY STORY ULOG TODAY : Flood

That afternoon, the city of Tuban feels cooler. The rainy month is beginning to come. The rice fields are already damp. In the middle of the coolness of the afternoon, there was the sound of children playing football in the field. The location of the field is adjacent to the Village Head office. Among the little kids who were engrossed in kicking the ball, there was Damar, a ten-year-old boy. Playing the ball has become a daily routine Damar and his friends after school.

Unusually, Damar and his friends are used to ending soccer games after the adzan maghrib. Unusually, football matches should end early. The reason Damar ended the game early was not because the Damar team won a landslide with a score of 4-0, but in the middle of the game the sky was already showing its dark colors. The rain sign will soon come down.

"Alright then. It seems to want to rain, "said Damar to his friends.
Roni, Damar's friend, who happened to be the opposite team for Damar as though he did not accept Damar's invitation, "Ah, you cheat. Mentang-mentang already win, want to stop. Can not. Let's go play the ball. "

"You do not see, the sky is dark. I'm afraid there's lightning. "
"You're just looking for a reason. Let's continue, if the rain more exciting. Usually we are also still advanced when it rains. After all, it's still not a maghrib yet. "

"You did not hear the news recently, huh?" Damar replied with a serious expression.
"What news?"
"Basic home-based! Last Sunday, the son of Bu Parman, Rohim, who lived in the next village died because of being struck by lightning while searching for frogs in the fields. You want to emulate, huh! "
"Hah, you coward. Matter of death-life is set the same above, said Mr. Ustadz. So do not look for a reason. "

"Up to you. I want to go back now, if you still want to play ya please. I'm back. "

Hearing the debate, Damar's other friends just fell silent. Roni who originally wanted to keep playing, finally came home too. "The game does not get fun, when Damar comes home, I just go home," thought Roni.

Like a camera lamp, the sky has begun to show flashes of light, a sign of torrential rains will soon come down interspersed with lightning. Damar raced to his house. The distance between the soccer field and the house is not too far away. As it ran toward the house, it was visible from a distance by Damar's chimney eyes of the oil-miner's factory. The chimney stood up arrogantly in the rain.

"What building is it? And the big pipe that emits smoke what does it do? "Inwardly, Damar asks herself.

It has been almost four years since the oil mining plant was established. Tuban City becomes a potential location for the establishment of an oil factory. This can not be separated from the formulation of certain science experts who stated that the city of Tuban has oil resources that can be exploited.

Damar's house is not so fancy, but not too ugly either. The house looks like a typical villager: has a large front yard, on the left side of his house is a cow containing a cow and his son, and on the right, slightly backward there is a simple clothesline. When Damar came into the house, Mother and Father were busy chatting.

"Assaalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Bapak and his mother from inside the house.
"Where are you Mar?" Asked his father while smoking a tingwe cigarette.
"Ordinary sir, finished playing ball with friends on the field."

"Already. Quickly change clothes. Later, you catch a cold, "Her mother commanded.
"Yes, ma'am."

Damar rushes to the bathroom. Dirty clothes and pants with mud, he threw them into the bucket of the laundry. While washing her mud-covered clothes, Damar rinsed the whole of her body. Bathe while washing.