Alleged Orange

Alleged Orange

Alleged Orange

“Ping! Lay him down! Where are you?” yelled Orange Nahira, he could barely open his eyes, as he had just woken up from his sleep that morning. He did not find Pingkan, as he groped the empty spot next to him.

“Ahk!” He shouted again as he touched the eyes and was about to wipe them. Like there was something hard to let go of, but he didn't know what it was.

He wanted to know if Pingkan had experienced the same thing, but the girl did not exist.

He believes they were in a tent last night. Pingkan was, one of the friends who took part in a trip up a small hill that was a few kilometers from their school.

At that time all students who are members of the Student Organization board, held a farewell event, after they officially graduated and became alumni of Nusa Mekar Jaya High School, in the city where they live.

The girl could only feel the darkness around her, but a moment later she heard a boy screaming from outside the tent.

“Jinga! You awake yet? I'll go in when you're awake!” it was not clear who was speaking, but Jingga felt it was fine that her male friend had come in because she needed help.

He, the classmate with the orange came in and saw the same state as another friend, his eyes were sticky by something.

“You're not papa, are you?” Ahnad asked while touching the soft orange shoulder, and the girl turned her head towards the origin of the voice.

“You see, what are my eyes? Kok, really sticky can not be opened!” the word orange after knowing there was a Sunday nearby.

“Oke, you are calm, yes?” Ahnad looked at his friend's face while furrowing his brows, there was something dull white on Orange's face. The girl could not open her eyes.

“What's up? Why, anyway?”

“Come standing! Come with me to the spring, make a face wash!” ahnad. Then, they stood together while holding hands.

Ahnad also said that if one of their friends suffered the same fate, namely Muriani, she was a girl who was in a tent with Jingga and Pinkan. Now, he was crying from trauma and fear.

Orange felt his sleep was too deep to feel or see, an event that he had to experience last night. He was grateful that his life was still safe.

While Pingkan was lost, and the friend who was nearby did not know. A little strange thing, because usually in such circumstances, a person will have difficulty sleeping soundly.

So, because of that event the committee team divided the group into two parts, some went home, accompanying Muriani who continued to cry from fear. Their other task is to report the events they experience, including the loss of Pingkan to the government and local security.

While some of the other participants settled there, waiting for the development of the situation until the next day, because there is a possibility of Pingkan back. It is feared, if it turns out he was lost and will return, then he can still find their tent.

Ahnad led Jingga out of the tent, and he was about to wash his eyes in the springs around the place where they had their inauguration last night. The existence of springs, is one important thing that must be considered by people who will set up a tent or live in the open.

Iwan Sanusi, one of his friends, approached and helped pour water from the kitchen utensils they were carrying.

“This is what, anyway?” ask Orange, while holding her wet little veil, to make it easier to clean the face filled with sticky sap. Two of his friends willingly helped.

“If I think ... that, just plain sago flour, mixed with enau sap, so sticky so!” said Iwan.

“Yes, no danger, really. But just make you can't be literate!” sahut Ahnad's.

“Who did it? Do you guys know?” asked Orange while continuing to wipe his eyes to immediately be free from the sticky liquid.

“Which knows!” ahnad.

“So, where is Muri now?” ask Orange. He also clearly remembered that Muriani had slept in a tent with himself later, and slept next to Pingkan. Everything seemed ordinary to him, without any suspicious attitude or chatter.

“It looks like he's starting to get ready to go home!” Reply Iwan.

“Why go home?” asked Orange, he began to open his eyes slightly.

Ahnad recounted all of his events as he and Iwan stood guard that night by the bonfire. While Orange can see everything clearly, although his face is still reddened because it is too long rubbed with soap.

The three teenagers were chatting around the springs that came out from the crevices of large rocks that seemed to stick to the cliffs of the hill. It's a cliff that's not too high and pretty easy to climb. The climbers named the place as Batu Payung, because the stone does resemble an umbrella. One can take shelter from the rain below.

There is a small pond where the spring is housed, and continues to flow down the cliff to resemble a small river as well.

That night, Iwan and Ahnad were singing around the campfire, with their guitars, as the atmosphere began to quiet down. Some of the girlfriends, including Orange, were already sleeping and some of the other friends chose to, busying themselves with their cell phones in the tent.

They are in the hill area that is commonly used to carry out various activities. Near the hill there is a large mountain that is also quite beautiful, many climbers have come to him. However, most ordinary people, prefer to climb the mountain of his small children, if holding events, such as Scouts, autbonds and so on. In addition to easy to pass, there is a large area that is suitable for setting up a tent.

Just then, Iwan felt the sound of people walking around him, but Ahnad who was singing, ignored him. He considered what Iwan felt was only a hallucination because he did not hear and see anything after looking in all directions. Then, they sang back, and just went around to check the situation around the tent, after getting tired of chanting some of their favorite songs.

“Padahan, I clearly heard the sound of kayaking leaves and dry twigs when stepped on!” said Iwan.

“Maybe the problem is I was still singing at that time, so don't listen,” said Sunday.

“Iya, could be.”

“Surprisingly, we do not see any traveling time, right?”

“Yes, but we've been around a long time since I heard that sound!” sangkal Iwan's.

“Yes too, anyway, so it's only natural that person has left,” said Sunday.

“Already, do not blame each other, who knows who passed it one of our friends who want to pee!” the word orange made his two friends look at each other, then laugh.

“Iya, yes,” say they are almost the same.

Meanwhile, group one was ready to go home, two tents had been cleared and only two more tents were still standing. One tent for girls and one tent for boys.

The group consisted of only ten people, as there were some members of the organization who did not participate. When some children go home, there are only four people left, counted five including Pingkan, the missing child.

This time Orange accompanied Pipit, he wanted to join a group that stayed temporarily so that Orange was not alone, considering the girl did not want to go home.

Orange chose to stay, with the intention of going to find traces of Pingkan—sahabatnya. Moreover, the food supply he brought was still plenty, enough to two days as planned. There's still one more night before we go home.

They only arrived in the afternoon yesterday and the evening, actually getting events that for children their age is quite terrible. Losing a friend while they slept together in a tent.

How could that be, if not kidnapping?

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