LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

ARIL MEETS BASRI

"Hohohooiiiii ...!" Basri's screams echoed back.

"Hohohooiiiiii ...!" Aril replied as he rushed towards the bamboo grove.

A moment Aril plonga-plongo there, with wild eyes pierced the cracks of the spice tree. The excitement more and more clearly emanated from the young man's face of responsibility.

Shouts the two young men continue to roar, mutually agreed. Until finally there was a sound of people like cutting down bamboo trees.

The voice came from Basri's machete slashing down a tree, which blocked his path.

"Bod ...!" aril shouted to call his friend's name, when Aril's eyes saw a fallen bamboo tree. Signs of his distance with Basri are getting closer.

"Just wait there ...! Let me go there! Here the bushes are very thick. It's hard to find a place to just sit ...!" tell Basri in a loud voice.

"Siapp ...!" reply Aril with his head still frowning, looking for the whereabouts of Basri. Aril can't wait to see his friend.

"Bod ...!" Aril called back, when his eyes had seen Basri's whereabouts.

"Haiyaii ...!" basri shouted, as she brandished the machete towards Aril, accompanied by a blotchy smile that expanded from her lips.

Now the two young men are responsible, already able to see each other's interlocutors.

A smile never disappeared from their mouths, a sign of how happy the hearts of the two men were.

"You're okay, aren't you, Ril? What's the story, how are you here?" ask Basri.

"Alhamdulillah .. be well! But the story is long. I'll tell you later" replied Aril.

Hearing Aril's reply, Basri grew more and more excited about slashing the bamboo tree that was blocking him. One bamboo tree fell again.

The road was getting wider for Basri to keep approaching Aril. The movement of Basri is getting more and more flexible.

Basri's efforts were ultimately successful. Now the man had reached the last bamboo grove, the border between the ranks of bamboo clumps with paths, and the lips of the ravine.

"Alhamdulillah! I finally found you!" exclaimed Basri, when his body almost came out of the thick of the last bamboo grove.

"Helr ...! Don't come any closer!"

Basri stretches one hand forward, the code to stop Aril's steps, as Aril rushes to him. Basri's gaze looked sharp.

"What's wrong?" Aril's steps stopped instantly, his face was wrapped by a look of astonishment.

"Reverse ... take a few steps back!" tell Basri, while shaking the machete in his hand towards Aril.

Now Basri's position has completely slipped away from the collection of seasoning trees.

"Why?"

Confusion is increasingly noticeable on Aril's face. His mind wondered why Basri was acting this strange.

Despite this, Aril pulled his leg back a few steps. Following Basri's instructions.

Their distance is so far away, there may be about four meters.

"Stay still there! Don't move!" Basri's golok pointed towards Aril, his eyes staring in full search at his friend's feet.

"What the hell is it?" Looked at the anger on Aril's face, because it was Basri who seemed to suspect him. The young man's forehead was wrinkled with narrowed eyes.

"Quiet down! Cool out! Just don't move!"

Basri's hand was still pointing at Aril, but this time his palm expanded, after his cleaver turned to the left hand.

For a moment Basri's eyes scanned Aril, from top to bottom, straight up again. Then he turned his body slowly, with the gaze still pointing at Aril, so Basri's head was like rotated.

"Very well, don't move!" tell Basri in a loud voice, when the position of his body just rotated about thirty degrees.

Now Basri has turned his back on Aril perfectly, but Basri's head is still facing backwards. Towards Aril.

Maybe because of his body position like that, making Basri's neck tendons pulled, so his eyes to snort.

"Don't let him get into a trance again" Aril murmured, to see Basri's behavior.

"Haiy, Basri! Why are you so. Is twirling unclear?" aril asked half-screaming. He could not wait for Basri.

"It's the woods, Ril! I don't know if you're a real Aril or not. That's why I have to be careful! Who knows if you're a ghost, or a ghost!" basri replied, also half-calling.

"Alahhhhh! There-there's been some kind of behavior!"

'Not in a hurry to nod to find a solution to quickly get out of this forest. He was suspicious again. Though already shouting back and forth, in accordance with what the hunting group taught, Aril's inner grumbling.

"Then, what are you going to do?" ask Aril later.

"You stay there! Quiet ...! Don't move!" Basri replied to Aril's question with an order.

While the machete in his hand, he played by swinging while being rotated around. Just like a swordsman who wants to fight. Although his position was turned back on Aril.

"Well, I'll stay here. But let's get to the speed ...! Do what you want to do. But cepat! It's almost dusk. We'll be here tonight" replied Aril.

Aril agreed to what Basri wanted. He did not want to waste time arguing, because the air was already cold, a sign of twilight had begun to come.

There is no prejudice in Aril's heart against Basri at all, even though Basri is holding a machete, and playing the machete.

Just now that Aril finished his sentence, Basri quickly rode back to Aril. Basri's eyes opened wide staring intently at Aril's feet.

From between his legs that straddle 4ng, Basri is like scanning the tip of his friend's foot.

"You're foot on the ground, aren't you?" basri asked after his eyes darted towards Aril's feet.

Maybe the question arises, because Basri can not see the bottom of the foot of Aril, because it is covered by grass plants are quite high.

"What do you mean?"

"If you were human, your feet would be on the ground. If it means you're a ghost!" basri said while grinning.

"Duh ilahhh ...! Yes, tread on the ground 'lah!"

While saying, Aril stomped one of his legs several times on the ground, it seemed that he was in a hurry.

Maybe he was upset because he saw the actions of the Neko-neko Basri. Or want to prove, that his feet did touch the ground.

"Well, you're not a ghost! It looks like you look like a ghost!" exclamation Basri.

After saying, Basri did a bouncy move. Jumping in the air while turning the body. When both feet landed on the surface of the earth, they faced each other again.

Basri looks like a hotshot, but number thirteen. Maybe he felt dashing with the machete in his hand. This can be guessed from his style of playing a machete.

A few times he swiveled it by bending his hand. So that the blade of the machete rotates like a title.

Not only playing, but when the machete he turned, Basri did a move, imitating the movement of a kung fu warrior, which he had seen in tivi.

It was only when he slipped and almost fell that the axis he stopped.

A smile expands on Basri's face, while Aril pouts with his face bent. He was annoyed by the actions of Basri, which he considered a waste of time.

"How was the story until you were here, Ril? Not that you fell into a waterfall at that time, which made everyone excited! Thank goodness you are alive!" asked Basri repented, after sheathing a machete into his nest.

Now the machete and its sheath hangs on Basri's waist. After confirming the position of the machete-sliding sheath somewhat backward-Basri rushed over to Aril, while out of his slightly shaggy hair.

"We should find a comfortable place to talk, while resting," replied Aril, without responding to Basri's remarks.

After Basri was in front of him. The two young men of responsibility shook hands, and hugged like teletubies. But just for a moment. Because, Basri quickly took off Aril's hug. Fear of g4y.

"Where should we look for a place that's a bit bright? Almost a day's journey, I was only faced with a very thick forest. There is no way we turned back towards me earlier," asked Basri after hugging them off, as well as telling him how complicated the road he took.

"But the opportunity to get out of this forest, must return to the path you took earlier! You will enter from the foot of the forest. So let's just follow your path. While I was straying, there were no guidelines, which direction should I go" Aril suggested.

"That's the problem, I've forgotten the route I've been through. You see, I went through his path by encroaching on the forest, while chasing 4njingmu-"

"Pursuing my 4 dogs?" cut Aril with a question.

"Yes, your 4 dogs got loose and ran away. He ran into the woods. I tried to catch him. Because of chasing your 4 dogs I finally got here," replied Basri.

"Then, where are the 4 dogs?"

"Yes, I haven't seen you! He disappeared somewhere!"

"Yes, that's it." Aril took a deep breath, then asked "how is my father doing now, Bas?"

Basri told me about the situation of Mr. Aril. Apparently since Aril was lost in the forest, and not found. Mr. Aril is grieving constantly, and is angry.

His anger was heightened when he saw Aril's 4 dogs. Not infrequently he hit the 4 dogs to vent his emotions.

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