Alleged Orange

Prohibited Forest

Prohibited Forest

“Eh, is this really the way here?” ahmad asked, looking at his feet, where he rested on the increasingly clear cut of the ground.

“Iya!” sahut Orange by paying attention to the circumstances around him.

There are quite a few broken twig parts there. It showed that someone had just passed by slashing a few branches that blocked his path.

However, what makes Jingga and Ahmad hesitant to step is, the trail they follow turns on an area filled with creeping bushes. There was no entrance to get there, other than cutting through the bushes with tools such as a sickle or cleaver. The plants in front of them grew lush and dense, as if a guardrail between the outside area until it was not clear what was behind it.

The bushes are like deliberately planted, to surround the area that looks circular along the eye view, similar to a guardrail.

“See, the trail stops here!” The orange indicates an end where there are no more earth scrapes there. A rock that was quite large as if it covered it.

“If this trail runs out here, there is no way passersby can get into the rock!” on Sunday, as it approached the direction pointed at Orange.

“You believe there's a story of the rock?” ask Orange.

“The story is a fairy tale, make the child's lesson ungodly to his mother!”

“Eh, yes, I know it is not only Malin Kundang who became a stone, if the story of the stone, his mother who was eaten by stone!” Orange grins funny when talking, “Come! Let's just see there!”

The orange walked first around the boulder, then he tried to peer into the inside of the creeping bush, but he could see nothing in it. He forced the plants to be cut off, because they did not carry equipment such as sharp objects, which could be used for cutting. He was carrying only a wooden stick.

The orange continued to cut through the thicket, with his hand while standing near the rock. He looked exhausted, but his fatigue was gone from curiosity. After all, the trail ended there. It was as if the stone had swallowed their tracks or was a secret door. There was something even stranger, as he looked at the shrub growing neatly in the wild forest. How the weak tree can grow coiled from tree to tree as if it was deliberately woven.

“No what, nih, we damaged the plant?” tanya Ahnad, he began to follow what Jingga was doing.

The girl turned her head, “What's the matter? You scared?”

“Say people, right this area forest ban!”

“Yes, do people say, not me!”

“Eh, I'm serious Orange!” said Ahnad, while stopping the movement of the hands of the orange who continued to break the knot. It turns out that the plant is so thick that it is difficult to break.

Orange shook Ahmad's hand, “I'm serious too, we see, what the ban looks like! Who made the ban? Kan, they are not God!”

“Maybe there's a taboo!”

Orange looked at his friend who again broke the bush with his hand.

“Can be!”

Orange decided the last bush until the leaves seemed scattered around it, as well as the branches that he managed to decide by hand.

“See!” he said, turning his head on Sunday, and he stuck his head into the bush he had made. A moment later he turned to his friend again with a worried face.

He shook his head while saying, “True, they covered something!”

Ahnad had also managed to make a hole so that he could see inside. His gaze was the same as that of Orange, strange and his eyebrows furrowed, a sign he was thinking quite hard.

“Something what do you mean? What plant is it?” ask without taking his eyes off the inside of the creeping bush.

“Canja!” The orange relaxed. He saw many trees with leaves similar to cassava leaves but smaller and more pointed, growing neatly there.

“Are you sure?”

“Ya!”

“Ahk! That's not possible! How is the plant here?”

“Yes where do I know?”

“What is true of marijuana pohin?”

Orange nodded. He had never seen the plant in person, but he had seen it several times on television news. On the news it was rumored that, the existence of marijuana plants that were deliberately planted by irresponsible individuals. However, it was discovered by the security forces and then burned.

“About who planted it?” ahnad asked, he sat on the ground leaning against a boulder.

“Well, I'm curious too, but it's none of our business. Now, the one we're looking for is Pingkan!”

“Masa, Pingkan is inside, anyway? That's impossible, right?”

Orange pulled out drinking water from her bag, and she sat down to breastfeed Sunday.

“Yes, his name is looking, we—“ Orange said while leaning also on the stone, and his speech was interrupted when suddenly the boulder shifted.

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