BOMA GENDENK'S

6 LOVE-LIKES (UNITED IN DO'A)

The cloudy weather drizzled as the dark blue Panther stopped in front of the Mount Gede Post. Dwita saw many people gathered in the courtyard. In addition to school friends there are also Mr. Syafei Guardian Class I-4, Mr. Ibrahim Wali Class II-9, Ms. Renata, English teacher. Then the parents and families of the children of the mountain climbers.

All appear in gripping faces. What makes Dwita sitting in the car seat, not immediately down is when he saw the Police cars, then four ambulance cars and two local Government service vehicles. This girl's chest feels tight. He looked at Wiwiek, the friend sitting next to him.

"Wiek, how are there ambulances? Don't-don't..."

The back door of one of the ambulances opened. Two officers lowered two folding stretchers. The two talked to three police officers. One of the police officers spoke on handy-talky. Soon the men entered the Supervisory Post, When they came out again with equipment, everything was ready to move towards Mount Gede.

Dwita gets out of the car immediately. Wiwiek and his friends followed. Dwita approached the police officer who was carrying a handy-talky, dashing, young, second Lieutenant. "Sir, can I follow you to the mountain?"

"Whose sister?" ask the police officer.

"I... I'm a friend of those kids..."

"I'm sorry, you can only go upstairs to the officer. The old men were also many who forced their way up. They want to help. But it's not allowed. All have been handled, including the locals who became the road guide. So it's best to join the people in front of the Post."

"I'm sorry, I can't give you anything at the moment..."

"My friends. They're... They still alive?" Dwita asked, wanting clarity. The question is no longer under control.

The answer received from the Police Lieutenant actually made Dwita's heart faint. "The child's destination location has been found. How they are doing is uncertain. Brother to be calm, please join the others in front of the Post. I must immediately join the Search Team that is on the mountain."

When Dwita and Wiwiek and his other friends stepped towards the Supervisory Post, he heard someone say.

"Uh, the pretentious want to follow to the mountain of everything! Just came the day! We-we're hanging out from dawn!"

Dwita. Although he did not see but he could already guess who was talking. When he saw that face his guess was not wrong. The one who just spoke was Trini. The boy sat near the Supervisory Post, among a group of children from class II-9 Nusantara III High School. For a moment, Dwita and Trini's eyes clashed with each other. Wiwiek who was next to Dwita held his friend's arm and said.

"Just aja. That kid is. Bucket mouth. Likes to talk as good as his innards..."

"Body I lemes Wiek. I want to sit in the car" said Dwita

"Let's get anterine" said Wiwiek. "But you don't want to see her parents first. Who sits under that tree if I'm not mistaken father and mother Boma..."

"If I go there later that girl talk no more." said Dwita.

"Don't think about it. Same father or mother Boma who knows we can ask what really happened..."

Dwita agreed and nodded her head. "But we'll meet the Guardian Class first, Wiek."

After meeting with the Guardian of Class I-4, the Guardian of Class II-9 and the English Teacher of Mother Renata, Dwita and Wiwiek and his friends who had just and from Jakarta came to the parents who sat holding a mat under the tree. They are the parents of Boma, Ronny, Gita, Vino, Rio, Andi and Firman. Some of the old men, who had come last night, were exhausted.

"I Dwita, his friend Boma Pak," said Dwita when shaking hands with Sumitro Danurejo, Boma's father. "I'm sorry that my friends and I arrived late. Just found out this afternoon..."

Boma's father, a man with glasses plus 6, momentarily looked at the face of the girl who was experiencing it. He said nothing, nodded his head and turned to his wife, who was sitting next to him.

"Mom... " Dwita greets Boma's mother. Not yet the woman has shed tears. "Do'll be, son. Pray for Boma and his friends to survive..."

Dwita nodded haru. There was a lot he wanted to ask but now his mouth cannot speak. He turned to Wiwiek. This child understood the meaning of the view and then asked Boma's mother.

"Mom, me and my new friends got word this afternoon. That's also over the phone. I don't know what happened..."

Mom wiped her tears. "Your mother banned Boma. Don't go up the mountain. What else is the rainy season. Last night Mr. Nugroho, Mr. To the School came. Let know. The group of Nusantara III High School children suffered a disaster in Mount Gede. My life feels like it's sinking..."

The woman held up her sobs, rubbed her tears again. Her husband hugged her shoulder and whispered something. Mom continued. "Last night we and Mr. Headmaster, both parents of other students here. Just get here. Can't go up the mountain. Only Mr. Nugroho is the only Headmaster allowed to board by officers. Even after Mr. Tatang, the Head of Supervisory Post helped ask permission from the officer. Boma should be the same friends already down Sunday afternoon. It's Tuesday now. The two days the children were unknown to his fate. Poor thing... Poor Boma..."

"So there's news from the Lieutenant, the location of the children is known. They're ready to evacuate..." For the first time Boma's father spoke.

"They just found. But don't tell me how the kids are. Is it still alive or..."

Boma's mother could no longer hold back the groan. Other mothers also shed tears. Boma's father whispered again, trying to calm and persuade his wife.

"Already Ma'am, we leave everything to the Almighty. Soon there will be news by radio communication in the Post."

"Dwita, we're in Post. Waiting for news" whispered Wiwiek.

"I'd rather be in the car" replied Dwita. "I saw Trini get in there first."

In the car Dwita starts the engine and then turns on the AC. His body felt sultry and tired as well. "My heart doesn't taste good, Wiek." said Dwita.

"All of us feel bad, Dwita..."

"Last night I couldn't sleep. Wake misfortune. Before I woke up I had a dream. Dream of a wiek..."

"Every dream, what do you think. What else if the dream is already broad noon," said Wiwiek anyway. But after a moment of silence he wanted to know also what Dwita dreamt. "What dream are you?"

Dwita then told Wiwiek his dream. Wiwiek smile. "If you dream of being killed by someone means your life will be long. Trust me! Maybe you're mostly crap like Trini. So keep on keinget, dream on. Dreams of a dreadlocks dream."

"So, who doesn't want Wiek. You heard it yourself. Such a person is so much good that he menggelehin cave. Bodok very much he wants to come from dawn, do not need to talk about it. What if I'm actually dating Boma. Uhhhh, the cave has been destroyed!"

"If you were dating Boma, Trini wouldn't show up here. Shame dong him..."

"People like him have shame" said Dwita.

"Are you the same Boma how the hell?" ask Wiwiek. "What do you mean?"

"You guys dating?"

"Who are you?"

"How do you think?"

"I want you to go back!"

"Udah Wiek, I'm tired. I'll go meljor first..." Dwita lowered the back of the car seat. His two legs were extended long. His eyes slowly closed. Heart do'a.

Boma's father and some of the students' parents had just finished praying Ashar when there was news from the search team via radio communication that the team had moved down the slopes of Mount Gede. It is expected to reach the Supervisory Post about five hours, meaning around 9 pm.

Trini and her friends in the Post, along with the surveillance officer who monitors the radio communications, asked the supervisor to ask about their friends. But from the end there is no answer. It caused a question mark in everyone's heart. Are Boma and his friends still alive?"

"Don't our friends no longer exist" Trini whispered in a trembling voice.

"Don't think as far as Rin is" a friend whispered.

"If they're still alive, the boss will tell you..."

"Team leader is your own father. Just try to make direct contact" said the friend.

Trini approached Sambas, the Supervisory Officer. "Sister Sambas, I can use the radio, want to contact you..."

"Please" Sambas replied, handing over the communications radio microphone and teaching Trini how to use it.

"Trini from the Supervisory Post. Ask to speak to the search team leader..."

There's no answer. Trini repeated. "Trini from the Supervisory Post. Ask to speak to the search team leader..."

Still no answer. Trini returns the microphone and approaches her friends. "It's impossible that they don't take calls. I think something's secret..."

"Patience to Rin. Maybe they're in the mountains these nights not an easy job..."

"Cut what people carry bodies" whispered Trini.

Friend's speechless. All of the children in the Post got stuck.

By 7 pm on the lower slopes of Mount Gede visible lights petromax. Then on the radio there was a request that the ambulance be prepared in vain. All the parents who are tired like getting new energy, standing in front of the Post with eyes uninterruptedly looking towards the foot of Mount Gede in the distance. William Kaunang, Ronny's father was seen standing side by side with his wife.

These two men closed their hands, praying according to Protestantism. So did the father of Boma's mother and all parents and children of Nusantara III High School who were in that place, both offered prayers according to their respective beliefs. All become one in delivering the hope of request and help to the Almighty.

Sambas officers at the Supervisory Post came out of the Post, looking towards the darkness. "Well, they're up to two hours faster. How's it possible?"

Just a few minutes before 7 pm the evacuation group arrived at the Supervisory Post. Seven stretchers in the cuttlefish quickly towards four ambulances. On top of each stretcher rolled a figure wrapped in a plastic bag. Everyone who was there immediately tried to get close. The parents were screaming hysterically calling each other's names. The children of Nusantara III High School cried, some were shouting the name of their friend. The officers were busy.

"My son... How is my son! Where's my son! The gita! The gita!" Mother Gita Parwati, the only daughter in the group shouted to her son.

Two girls tried to break through the fence. That's Trini and Dwita. They're trying to find Boma. But the front page of the Supervisory Post was a bit dark, the figures on the stretchers were half wrapped in plastic bags and the officers acted quickly. Everyone is disappointed.

Shortly after four ambulances left the place in control of two police cars, a man in a striped jacket approached people in front of the Supervisory Post. He was Lieutenant Colonel Police Kusumo Atmojo, Trini Damayanti's father. Beside him followed Mr. Nugroho, to the Nusantara III High School.

"So how's my son?"

"What about our son?"

The Intermediate Officer from Polda Jaya raised his right hand. "Fathers, mothers, children of Nusantara III High School. We understand the disappointment of everyone here. We have to act fast. The children are in a critical condition. They are currently being rushed to the Hospital in Sukabumi for first aid. After that if needed and circumstances permit planned move to PMI Bogor Hospital. All please be patient and calm. The seven children though very critical but hopefully their lives are still in the protection of the Almighty...

Sobs and hysterical screams filled the pages of the Supervisory Post. The sound of prayer is spoken. "Thank you Jesus. Thank you God the Father in Heaven."

"Allah Akbar. God, help those kids. Help us all..."

That very night, everyone in the Supervisory Post including Tatang Suradilaga, To the Supervisory Post left for the Hospital in Sukabumi. On top of the car after being quiet for quite a while.

"Grand..."

"Hmmmm..."

"I think I doubt the same talk of Mr. Trini earlier..."

"How's the doubt?"

ask Wiwiek.

"If Boma and friends are still alive, why would they put them in plastic bags? Then Mr. Nugroho to the School was silent. No talking about anything."

Wiwiek. The other guys didn't talk either.

"Once again, you're driving. Dingy. Don't think about it" Wiwiek said.

"But Wiek..."

"Wait a minute," Wiwiek suddenly remembered something. "The plastic bags are the usual sleeping bags used by mountain climbers. Not a body bag! Then don't you respect. Each stretcher is carried by two officers. Then there was the third officer holding the infusion. If the cement is already on the die of infused cuisine. Where are the bodies infused."

"You're right Wiek," said Dwita rather relieved. This kid was playing dim lights when he was trying to catch up with a moving diesel truck creeping up one incline.

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