ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter XXXIX: Deathly Seduction
Seven colorful tents stood upright by noon. This campground area is called Latar Ombo or if interpreted in Indonesian is ‘page beras’. Why so? I think because of the geographical condition of this region in the form of vast grasslands, framed by lush trees here and there. While in the distance stand gallantly Mount Welirang and Mount Arjuno, complementing the exotic paintings of the Almighty nature.
I sat on the grass, gasping for abundant oxygen. Neutralize the contents of lungs contaminated with Surabaya air. Some of the male students looked tired because they had just finished setting up a tent, making fences and waterways. I laid my body on the green rug, looking up at the clear blue sky with thin clouds of scattered cotton. Peace is felt in the heart, hearing the tweets of various birds in the trees. I haven't heard an orchestra of these jungle creatures in a long time. The breeze gently caressed my hair.
“Drink first ...,” Dahlia suddenly approached while carrying a bottle of mineral water.
“After,” I raised a water bottle that I had prepared since morning.
“Later out dhuhur prayer rules come into effect loh ...” said Dahlia.
He took a seat beside me. In the distance there, the view of Batu City looks so small, like a neatly arranged unloading toy.
“Beres! I got it. Speak in English, right?” my word.
“Yes, Sir!”
After performing bersamaah dhuhur prayer, the participants of the lunch camp on a stretch of grass, under the shade of nature canopies. Especially for the first lunch, they got pre-ordered rice wrap rations.
Really, it feels good to eat in the open sky like this. Togetherness and joking coloring on the sidelines of mouthfuls. The tiredness that lay paid off with the exotic natural beauty. Through the TOA, Irawan read out the rules that must be obeyed by participants. In essence, all activities will be carried out with an introduction to English.
Why not just use Indonesian to be easily delivered?
There was one question asked of a junior participant who had only joined for about a week.
“Because this is the name of our activities is English Camp. Not the Indonesia Camp. Let alone Jowo Camp!” Irawan was a bit upset to answer that question.
Smart answer!
By late afternoon, there are several language contests held to hone the speaking skills of the participants. One of them is the stoy-selling contest. Each group sends its representative for story-telling contest activities. Boisterous cheers rang out from the participants who formed a circle formation in the middle of the meadow. I am grateful, this event is really fun so it can be said that my mandate as chairman of the committee has been successful. I learned a lot from this activity.
As they dissolved into the euphoria of fanfare, I quietly slipped into a rather quiet place, among the dense shrubs, looking at the scenery in the distance. This is my imaginary wandering ritual. Imagining having imaginary wings, flying among the clouds roams the universe only to hunt for a lost love.
Love Lusi.
My memory crashed two days before my departure to Malang. I met Diana in the college parking lot. Diana is a Batak girl who became a friend of Lusi during the lecture. They are so familiar, though physically like heaven and hell. Of course Lusi is the position of heaven. Dervish once liked it, but was rejected outright.
At that time, Diana was preparing to ride a motorcycle when I greeted her. He was putting on a helmet.
“Diana, can you ask for a minute?” my many.
“Tumben? Usually only if there is Lusi you want to talk to me?” sewot Diana's. He looked at me nilar. As usual, it looks sour when it meets.
What wrong?
From the past, Diana did not approve of my relationship with Lusi. The Batak girl always put on an unfriendly look every time I chat with Luci. Unfortunately, I thought of it as the wind. Perhaps, there was a hint of envy when choosing Lusi over him. Perhaps-remember once again this might-I don't know whether or not, Diana thought why wasn't I the one Abhimanyu liked?
Yeah, it might be. I'm worthy enough of that.
May it not be my feelings that are over confident.
“I'd like to ask you a favor, Di ..” my door with a little bit of pity. Armed with an innocent face, this is a powerful technique when asking for help from women.
“Hmm. Very good of your behavior! If there is a button just close ...,” sneer Diana. Logat Batak still sounds thick in his sentence.
“Please, On. I really need your help this time,” I put on a nineteen level weld look.
“Asking what are you doing?”
Gotchas! Diana finally collapsed!
“Begini At. You are his best friend Lusi. Well, you must know the address dong Lusi in Malang. I want to call him, his old number is off. If possible, I ask for Lusi's address in Malang huh?”
I deliberately stringed up the sentence as smooth as possible, so that Diana did not change her mind.
“No can!” reply spontaneous.
My heart was actually broken hearing that rejection. But I'll try again.
Bismillah.
“I'm really asking for help, Diana. Because it's so important to me,” my whine.
“What is important anyway?”
“This is my life and death, Diana.”
Diana remained silent. Maybe he was amazed at my seriousness. When a big fish has entered a snare like this, I have to keep the attitude so that Diana does not go back and forth. Death's seduction began to spread.
“Do my Basic Physics tasks!” word Diana. His eyes were squinting at the threat.
“Beres!” I immediately agreed to Diana's terms, even though I realized that my physical science was not very good. But I have to do this.
“Never tell anyone,” Diana warning.
“Thank you, Diana!” my eyes sparkled with the joy of receiving paper from Diana's hand. I don't know what sentence is appropriate to describe my feelings at that time.
“Wait!”
“Iya, In?”
“You still like it same Lusi?” diana asked so dumbly, confused as to what to answer.
“If it is, I suggest you should be fast ...” continued Diana.
“Quick? Why, Di?” suddenly an unpleasant feeling crept into my heart.
“I can't explain. Bye!” Diana starts her bike and leaves with one unanswered question.
Gotta hurry? What the hell does this mean?
“Kiiiiiiiikkk!!”
The sound of monkey screams in the depths of the forest makes my daydreams crumble. I still they answer that question while looking at the majestic Mount Arjuno that afternoon was covered in thin clouds. The sunlight bias gilded a golden color on the mountain ridge.
“Eh, why are you crashing here? I've been looking for you,” suddenly Dahlia appears behind me.
Wonder. Wherever I hid myself was never separated from Dahlia's observation. Huh!
“Against the streets of Dahlia,” I said.
“Do not go far! My friend who has been here said that our camp site is close to the devil's market. Ever heard of it? Ntar fear you are possessed,” explained Dahlia.
Demon Market?
I'm goosebumps. Who has not heard of this mystical story? Not at all expecting that I was in one location with a story that upholds the fur.
“Eh, tomorrow you want to Malang yes, Dahlia?” I'm trying to shift the conversation.
“Iya. Tomorrow my driver and I will find mineral water for the participants, and buy cakes for them.”
“I can't come? Tomorrow the participants' activities have been handled Irawan right?”
“Why emang?”
“I again searched the address of my former camp friend. He said he moved to Malang. Years we didn't meet,” my good sense came into action. This time Dahlia must not know the slightest information about Luci.
“Children's friend?” inquiringly.
As always.
“Iya.”
“Female?”
“Iya.”
Dahlia frowned as if thinking of something. I remember when he drove me to look for the address of the Laras boarding house. Along the way he pokes with a cornering question. This time, I don't want the same thing to happen again. This is not de ja vu.
“I don't want to, Bi. But I fear the kesorean. Drinking water is immediately needed by participants. Do not let them thirst,” said Dahlia.
“Let's stay I'm okay. Just drop me off at the terminal or where. Let me find the address myself,” I said later.
“Keep if you are not there, who is responsible if there is anything with the participants?”
“You ...,”my answer lightly. This time I put on a twenty-two level weld look.
“I?” Dahlia. His pair of round eyes almost jumped from his petals.
“Just a minute, Dahlia. Before night I promise I'll be back here again. Yes, yes, yes?” death seduction moves start ringing. It's not Dahlia's name if she refuses my request.
“Tersubject ...”
“Kok up?”
“Iya, yes ...” said Dahlia later.
Yess! You are beautiful, Dahlia! muttered.
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