I am not an Angel

I am not an angel, you see. It is not easy for me to forgive someone who hurt my feeling in the past. We had living next door with her in 2 years. My relationship with her is not always in good term. Even we can be said as family.

After the big flood last year, my washing machine had electricity circuit problem and I had not chance to call the service agency. I went next door to ask if I can use hers, just to dry my baby clothes. She replied “I just paid to repair my washing machine after the flood , and it cost Rp. 250.000,-. You will broke my washing machine”. When I asked if we could put meat and food on her fridge while mine was being repaired after the flood, her daughter said to my maid that we could not put much because of the electricity burden.

Oh God, I never forget her saying. Especially because during the big flood I had been helping her family by sending food, and baby food for her grand children. It was a big cost because every time to send food, I hadto spend Rp, 200.000,- just to cross over the flood. And it was going for 4 days. No thank you reply from her.

6 moths ago I had a chance to move to other house. Still in the area nearby. She, and her family never visited us, though its only 10 minutes drive. I dont mind about it.

Last week, exactly 1 year after the big flood, suddenly the flood coming over again to our area. I was so grateful the flood did not reach my house area. I called to her house in the afternoon, and talked to her oldest son, if they want to be evacuated to my house, because the water had come to their house. He replied that they had move to small cabin upstairs, and they planed to go to other relatives house in the same area. I said “OK”.

But at 21.00 pm, my husband finally pick them up, because they could not go anywhere, and the small grandchildren have been crying feeling uncomfortable living in the small, dusty cabin upstairs.
She came to my house with mixed expression, rather uncomfortable, embarrassed, and relieve. Maybe because she never visited me while living next door or in my new house. I thought they were also waiting to be picked up because feeling very uncomfortable to come here by they own. I felt rather sorry for her, seeing her with her family had misfortune of flood, moving to my house and bringing her own food in plastic bag (indomie,crackers), thought she knew that off course I have food to offer. She said that she could not go to other people house because she was worry of misbehavior of her 2 grandchildren. She said she could not bother others with her grandchildren (well, her grand children were really disaster in my house that night!!).

The next morning, after breakfast they were being escorted to their house, after we heard the flood had gone. She said thank you. After they left, I felt relieve, remembering how she treated me before. But the God always have the answer. Maybe God heard my pray. An “evil” part of my heart said “Thanks God, the misfortune did not come over me, but to someone who had hurt us” (heh heh).