Being at Home

It was Sunday. It was Christmas Day. I was at home. I made a morning walk tracing the West Flood Canal sidewalk. On arriving at home I washed my clothes. The day was promising so at about 12:00 they were dry.

Anindya and the gang were having picnic at a scene named Wujil in about Ungaran. In the evening they were overnight at Erlangga.

They day of Christmas was as usual day. They street market was still on going. But the streets seemed to be empty. I guessed many christians celebrated their Christmas at home.