ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXIII: Making Love with Nature

Under the shade of the star-studded night sky, I lay myself in the wet grass. The constellation Orion is enthroned in the sky, a sign that the country is entering the rainy season.

The stars twinkled like a lamp in the pitch. It was a warm night, unlike a few nights before. The sound of nature soothes a troubled heart.

I haven't had sex with nature in a long time.

All this time college work shackled my freedom. I grew up with nature. The wind, the gurgling of water and the fragrant grass are timeless lovers.

Now, guilt creeps in, turning into anxiety. I can already imagine Dahlia's reaction to being so disappointed. Never once have I seen him sulk. Maybe later, I'll do a lot of the first edition of how he sulks.

Dahlia, what a small heart this also wants to sit at your fancy dining table, while sipping the delicacy of a rolling goat that I rarely enjoy. How warm the atmosphere in your home with the sincere hospitality of your mother.

Unfortunately, I also could not refuse the invitation of my friends. For me, friendship is the most important thing above anything. They have proven that they are always there for me, even in the worst of circumstances.

My gray childhood, just being friendly with Pardi and the cows made a possessive attitude stick to this day. Yeah, I'm so scared of losing my best friend. It's enough that I lost Pardi so suddenly. That's why, I will do my best in the name of friendship.

I'm sorry, Dahlia.

“Ciee .. someone daydreams,” Doni's voice surprises me.

“Have you started cooking?” my many.

I threw my eyes towards the tent, finding Andre and Farhan busy fanning the flames that lived unwillingly to die. A look of fatigue was emanating from their faces.

“The wood is alkaline! The fire doesn't want to burn!” shouted Andre in despair.

“What are you wearing?” ask Doni.

“Wear snoring!” farhan replied annoyed.

Doni chuckles. Of course Farhan was upset, because neither of us helped those who were fighting to start a fire.

Alright. I'll help.

But in fact Goddess Fortuna was not on our side. Almost drained of all energy, however the fire remained reluctant to ignite. We were made to break charcoal because of it. This man screamed because he was hungry. Mimi Doni's salty fried rice is the last heavy food to enter the stomach. The rest, I lied to the stomach with a lot of drinking water. Now, the hull is screaming for his rights to be fulfilled.

“Plan B. We use the lamp,” Doni take out the rechargeable lamp from inside the bag. We don't have a choice. After a long duel with wet wood, we enjoyed the night with dim lighting.

The mosquitoes were crazy that night. Splashing the skin with an anti-mosquito lotion may help relieve a massive attack of these annoying insects. Because there was no fire, we could not cook rice or make coffee.

No need to worry, the food stock is quite abundant. There are bread, sardines, pastries and various snacks. Doni always had a good idea for stomach affairs.

The night began to grow late. Several times the sound of fireworks in the sky, a sign of the turn of the year is getting closer. We are still chatting enjoying the baby's gusts, and the sound of Doni's roar playing the guitar while chanting old songs belonging to Dewa 19. I wanted to cover my ears, but I appreciated his feelings. Now I understand how tormented Nobita and his friends are when they hear Giant singing. At least that's what I feel right now.

“Waduh...!” suddenly Doni's expression paled.

“Why you?” ask Farhan.

“My stomach mules...” frequently.

“Do not say you want to ask usherin boker ya!” farhan Ancam.

“I just wanted to say that...” wail Doni.

Moments later, a heated debate ensued to determine who would accompany Doni to give up his human deed. Each one with a strong argument. There are a lot of absurd alibis. Andre suddenly complained sleepy, so reluctant to go anywhere. He was afraid that he would fall asleep on the road.

Hadeeh, you think you're driving, Ndre?

Farhan also admitted his lips had acute cramps, because too much blowing a bonfire that never flared. The most ridiculous reason I've ever heard. Farhan was also afraid of malaria due to rampant mosquitoes.

Me?

Pshaw! What kind of profession is that?

Armed with a bottle of water and a flashlight, we broke through the darkness of the night. A few minutes I circled around looking for a strategic location so that Doni was more solemn to throw away his wishes. Please note, it is not just us who camp in this area. I saw some flickering light coming from another tent in the distance. That is, Doni should not shirk haphazardly. Because it is not impossible that his work will be a landmine for people who happen to pass by.

Fix it!

A place somewhat hidden behind a pine tree became the perfect place. Around it are overgrown with bushes and lush shrubs. Doni was already unable to withstand the turmoil. The child's face was already grinning withstanding the taste in the stomach that was getting wrapped around.

“I'm waiting here huh, Don! Ntar if there is anything wave hands!” chirping.

A large stone becomes an option to sit while playing the phone.

“Don't take me!” doni Pinta.

“There!”

The mood is quite quiet. The sound of night insects, combined with the whirling wind into a beautiful natural orchestra is unequaled. I checked my phone's inbox, hoping for a message from Laras. Or Dahlia may!

Unfortunately nil.

Almost thirty minutes I sat petrified like a statue. Cold air sharpens the skin. Unfortunately, Doni never finished completing his wish. Worries are starting to rise.

“Don? Are you okay?” my many.

There's no answer.

Where is this kid? My feelings have become unpleasant. Lest he fall asleep or maybe before defecating he forgot to ask permission from the forest guard. It seems like this is just superstition, but sometimes I practice it before urinating in foreign places. Watch out is okay.

Duh, this kid makes affairs so complicated. Could it be hidden by a subtle creature? But I don't think it's possible. The delicate creature would definitely regret hiding such a useless asset like Doni.

So where's that gibber?

“Doooon!” call me again.

Stay unanswered. The feathers begin to crumble. Send the flashlight to where Doni is hanging out, but it's empty! There's no one there.

Doni where?

Anxiety, worry and goosebumps combine with a cold that bites the skin. Bad thoughts start to poison the brain. In some of the Hollywood horror movies I watched, we would usually die horribly murdered one by one by psychopaths who roamed the forest. Hopefully not that bad.

Wanted me to go back to the tent, and I just left Doni. Unfortunately, there is still a little bit of goodness left. There's no way I'm going back to the tent without Doni. Kususuri places around. Only the pine trees loomed arrogantly, like forest monsters ready to devour. Doni still didn't show his nose.

Not to mention the loss of my worry, I suddenly saw something behind the darkness of the night. The figure was black, still motionless. What is that thing, God? I'm ready to take a thousand steps.

“Grrraaaahhhh!!”

A horrible snoring sound I heard from that black figure. No doubt I immediately turned around. Panic now rules my brain. Half-run me to the tent.

The theory is always true that panic will prey on your common sense. As a result of the panic, I could not think clearly. All I wanted was to go back to the tent immediately, without caring about Doni and his affairs.

Bruyuk!

I felt something hook in my leg. I can't control my body's balance. Within a split minute, my body landed heavily onto the ground. Maybe the exact term slammed. The pain is unimaginable. Suddenly the night became darker. The constellation Orion in the sky became a hazy shadow.

I don't remember anything.

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