Journalism is a profession that Jufri really hates, but he is also proud of. How come? As a journalist, he have to keep documenting various events, whether they are pleasant or not.
Like the tsunami that hit Aceh. At that time people rushed to the beach to see the water receding so far away. They took the fish that floundered because they didn't get
water.
However, unwittingly a large wave was heading towards them
"Run..."
Everyone was running around looking for a higher ground. Some try to climb up the coconut tree or just run up the hill.
At that time the camera in Jufri's hand recorded the event. He didn't have time to help with the evacuation.
"Help me!"
The screams were heart-wrenching but he had to hold on to the camera. The responsibility of taking videos or helping them became a huge inner battle. He could only save a few people who were swept away by the current. The rest could only watch with their hearts weeping at the victims who were carried away by the current. The camera that was in my hand slowly he hooked on the iron on a building pole. Slowly the current drowned him. Jufri also have to give up his life for sinking and being carried away by the current,
Only the video footage that was finally found by the volunteers became evidence of the terrible tsunami. Now he can watch people watch the documentation from where he is right now. A place that is high and cannot be reached by a tsunami of any magnitude.
This post is an entry for Five minutes freewrite
