I am Yulia W., age 21, living in Sade Village, Central Lombok Regency, West Nusa Tenggara-Indonesia. The population in our village is around 3000.
Our family life in Sade Village before the COVID-19 outbreak was very calm, full of unity and mutual assistance between fellow villagers as a characteristic of rural communities. Then our lives suddenly turned into stories in horror films.
On April 10, 2020, after returning from the Friday prayer service at the mosque, my father, 59-year-old Mahrup, suddenly caught his breath and coughed. My father did have an illness for a long time. Somehow it started, our neighbors were in an uproar because our father was reportedly getting COVID-19. As a result, we’ve experienced a variety of events. Someone reported my father to the village head, some went to report to the hospital. In addition, our neighbors asked us to evacuate somewhere, as long as we didn’t stay in the village. Nobody helped us.
Neighbors don’t want to open the door when they come in. Finally on April 13 came 5 employees from the hospital, to pick up my father and me, my mother, 1 brother, and 2 sisters. My father refused and said I was ill with asthma and had never traveled anywhere. But my father was forced and dragged into the ambulance. I can only shout so that my father should not be treated like that because he is old and has asthma. The health worker did not want to listen, he insisted on taking my father and us to the Public Health Center (PUSKESMAS). The cries of tears between me and my mother were ignored. Eventually, we resigned. The results of the examination at the hospital turned out that we were all negative. But our suffering does not end. Villagers and our neighbors are not sure.
The stigma that we carry coronavirus, makes us unable to go anywhere. Can’t shop. Fortunately, we have enough rice for 1 month. But the saddest thing, we are isolated. Oh My God, hopefully, the COVID-19 disaster is over.