LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

THE NIGHT IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST

Earlier, when Basri was about to go to the rice field, he saw Aril's father was making the 4njing.

Seeing that, Basri felt pity, then he let go. But Aril's pet bin4tang ran away. Forced Basri to chase after him, and finally Basri got to this place.

"So my father is sad because he lost me?" ask Aril. A moment of darkness fell on his face.

"Yes, sad, Iah! No more smiles on his face. Several times I have seen him daydream while shedding tears. He even cried roaring at your mother's grave. He feels guilty for not being able to take good care of you" Basri replied.

Hearing Basri's story, a moment of tightness appeared on Aril's chest. His eyes warmed up, like there was a clear liquid that wanted to come out of the young man's eyeball.

He did not expect, if his father would experience such a thing because of his loss. During this time, Aril said his father was not indifferent to him, not dear to him.

Mr. Aril is a quiet man. So did his attitude towards Aril. He very rarely reprimands his son, if he speaks only as necessary.

Moreover, Mr. Aril, also rarely at home, because he markets his merchandise until out of the district where they live. Sometimes for days not to go home. This kind of attitude is what Aril misunderstands.

Now there is regret in the heart of the man, for his attitude all this time that did not ignore his father, did not follow what his father said. Even in recent months, Aril even deliberately avoid his father.

"Then, what should we do now, so that we can get out of this forest?" Basri questions, disperse Aril's daydreams about his father.

"There's no other way, we have to go back to the road I was on. As I recall, there was a forest area that was like a garden there. Not too bright, but at least there's an open expanse of land." Aril pointed towards the path he had passed earlier.

With the existence of Basri, Aril is not worried anymore, if he says he will return stray into the village of Lubuk Agung.

He will not be daunted to face the jinn who are there when alone with Basri.

Let Basri come forward to bulldoze the jinn. While he was watching from far away. Kan, Basri's holding the cleaver. So suddenly the contents of the mind that appeared in Aril's brain.

But if he faced Dara, he would be willing to handle it himself. He will face Dara with affection. As for Dara, Basri cannot interfere at all. Now Aril's mind is back on Dara.

"Hhhhh ...!" Aril complained.

He almost snapped his head, which just let Dara into his mind. A head that has no tolerance, and can not be invited to compromise.

Even in this situation, the head should enter the mind, about tips or tricks on how to find a way out, if you are lost in the forest. Instead of inserting Dara's shadow into the brain, as she currently does.

That's what makes Aril complain, and want to snap his head. The head that doesn't know!

"Why are you complaining like that?" asked Basri, when he heard the complaints and saw the mimic Aril who was like upset.

"It's okay!" Aril shook his head, he tried to cover up his frustration by presenting a smile.

Aril deliberately did not tell about the village of Lubuk Agung on Basri. He was worried, Basri would even be scared, and did not want to be invited back in the original direction.

After all, it is not funny to also have a friend who is scared in the middle of the forest like this, let alone dusk has begun to hit. Aril can also fear that fear.

"There's nothing? But how do you take a deep breath? Just like the fathers who are thinking about the weight of the burden of life. Was there anything that made you hesitate to go back there? Ghosts for example?"

Not Basri's name, if not to the guy, and repeat the question.

Aril had understood the nature of his friend. Now he must find the right sentence, to give an answer that can lock Basri's mouth, so that the next question does not follow from the mouth of a man sepo Basri. Aril was silent for a moment. Think on!

"No! There are no ghosts here! I'm just confused. The night is almost up, we have not found the right place to rest. In fact, most likely, we will spend the night in this forest. If we don't find the farmer's hut, at least we have to find the cave, so it's safe from interference bin4tang savage-"

"Let's go where you think the farmer's garden is. Who knows if there's a hut there!"

Not to mention Aril finished saying, Basri had cut his sentence. Not even just cutting, but Basri immediately grabbed Aril's hand, and immediately set foot in the direction that Aril pointed earlier, while pulling Aril.

For Basri, finding a farmer's hut is the best move right now, rather than sleeping inside the cave.

As it dragged, Aril followed Basri's steps. But there was relief in his heart, for Basri did not ask any more questions.

What Aril said was right. Not so long ago they walked, they had escaped from the narrow path. But, the night has come, the sun has drowned again to his complaint.

Now in front of them lay open land. Although not so broad, but enough to relieve the hearts of Aril and Basri. For they have been freed from the confinement of the thicket forest.

"You don't want to, we have to take a break waiting here in the morning. Once the sun comes up, we'll find a way out of the woods." Aril expressed his opinion, after their steps stopped.

Moments later, the two young men circled the open ground with their eyes.

"But this is not a farmland. Only an empty land in the middle of the wilderness, which happened to not be overgrown with big trees and shrubs. How do we sleep in a place like this? There's no shack. What's it like to sleep on a tree like an orangutan in stone times?" basri said, conveying what he was thinking about the area.

Babe Basri fretted, while looking at Aril with doubt. It looks like confused people.

Meanwhile, Aril was just silent, with his eyes continuing to explore the land that lay before them.

It seemed like Aril was looking for something with the tip of his eye, thus making him ignore what Basri had just said.

"Is there no other location, other than this place? We'd better find the farmer's garden that's in the hut!" basri continued with a question accompanied by a proposal.

The sentence slid from Basri's mouth, probably because he was impatient to keep silent, waiting for the words to come out of Aril's mouth which was still locked.

"As I recall, this is the only land that is open. Want to find another land at night this, very risky," replied Aril lying.

Aril's reply left Basri limp, like a loss of energy.

Basri imagined how scary it would be to sleep on a tree. Especially if you have to sleep on land with open land. He may never see the sun again forever.

Perhaps they will bury in the belly of a snake, or be torn apart by the bite of a savage bin4tang.

Actually not far from where they stand now, Aril had passed through several gardens bordering the village of Lubuk Agung. However, Aril is forced to lie to Basri.

Aril is worried, if they are desperate to find the garden, it means that their direction will return to the village of Lubuk Agung.

What if kebablasan, and they just go back into the village inhabited by the jinn.

They both will be trapped there. Moreover, Aril remembered what Dara said, that he should not go out of the house. It means they will be confined in the house of the jinn.

If they say later they find the garden, and not until kebablasan into the village of Lubuk Agung. However, there is a belief in Aril's heart, that the gardens he passed, the owners are the jinn who inhabit the village of Lubuk Agung, or the jin-jin around the village Lubuk Agung.

Because Pak Sarwo's job is a farmer. Perhaps, one of the gardens that he passed was the property of Mr. Sarwo.

Staying in the garden owned by the jinn, is the same as surrendering to the jinn. Of course they will deal with the genie who is there later.

Dealing with Mr. Sarwo and his son, is not something that Aril is worried about. But, the creatures that are in Dara's house, that's what worries her. Their form is terrible.

It was possible that the gardener's genie, was shaped exactly like the creature he had seen in that window of time.

The name is also one village, of course their ujud will not be much different. That was Aril's assumption in his mind.

But what he thought was, it made his nape suddenly goosebumps. Screaming because remember the shape of the creature that sits dangling on the window of Sarwo sir's house.

Given its shape alone has made people of the caliber of Aril creeps. Especially if Basri sees it. He will not be strong.

If Aril had thought that Basri would be the one he told to go forward with the jinn, that was a bad thought.

Because, although Basri is fearless scaffolding the forest, and dare to face any kind of human (except granny with a scary face of course,) but the name of astral beings, but the name is astral, is something that could make Basri pee in her pants.

As to why Basri was so afraid of the creepy-faced grandmothers, it will be told in the next chapter.

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