LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

SHADOW IN MAGHRIB TIME

How many tails b*bi successfully subverted Tarjo group. A smile of satisfaction was seen on their faces.

The tension between hunters and game animals that happened some time ago, has now changed with chatter and laughter.

What's more when the afternoon has come, the forest animals are increasingly humming over the snow and anj*ng growls who are enjoying the results of the hunt.

The combination of their voice seems to be transformed into a beautiful rhythm melody, it is certainly a bonus for hunters who make their excitement more perfect.

In his excitement, Tarjo's eyes guerrilla, moving to pay attention to his men one by one.

"Where's arril?" the question then, after realizing Aril's absence with them.

As commanded, the adult men who were there set their sights on Tarjo. Tarjo's question made their mouths speechless.

The place was momentarily freed from the human voice, only the singing of forest beasts and the boisterous sound of dogs could be heard

After looking at each other, their mouths opened again, even in the form of murmurs and whispers.

"So he was with the Chief!" Karman opens a voice reminding Tarjo.

"Yes, we were moving almost simultaneously chasing the game, I think he has joined the group" Tarjo replied.

Whispering sounded between them.

"Name ... Arnath ... Arill!?"

Some people started to call Aril. There were even those who brought the two palms closer together that had been formed like a funnel toward the mouth.

Maybe it means a loudspeaker.

But their call only resulted in the reflection of the echo which made the singing voice of the forest beast pause for a moment.

"There may be a quarry separating from the group and Aril pursuing it." Someone is trying to give an opinion.

"But the dog is still here" another argued.

Almost at the same time their eyes lead to a group of hunting dogs.

Right, Aril's pet dog was there, then where was the master? The question raised anxiety in their hearts because soon the afternoon will change twilight.

"Let's go find him!" bring Tarjo who directly approved by his colleagues.

Then, they split the group into three parts. The first group remained in place keeping the still-drenched crowd of pet dogs enjoying the fine dining.

They split, some westward and others northward.

"Name ... Arnath ... Arill!"

Their yelling sounds again split the forest, disrupting the singing of animals humming.

Not so long ago the group that was heading west had found a bright spot. Aril's spear is still on the cliff as a clue.

"Aril in Barattt!"

"Aril in Barattt!"

"Hoiiii, Aril in Barattt!?"

They shouted to tell the other group. The Northern Team rushed after the Western team when the notification reached their ears.

Now most of them have gathered in the West, while others are still in their original place.

"Aril certainly fell into the ravine" Tarjo said, anxiety was seen on the face of the group's chairman.

What Tarjo said allowed the others. Spears and broken twigs, and shrub plants that are ravaged on the cliff wall are strong evidence.

Tarjo decides all return to the base, leaving Aril's spear still entangled at the side of the cliff.

After deliberation they decided to move down, down the river that was in the

foothills.

The distance they will travel will certainly be further, because they have to go down the hill by traveling a circular path, but that is the only way.

Down cliff? Definitely not possible!

The back path was filled with them and some dogs that had been clad in chains.

Arriving at the foot of the hill they directly down the watershed with watchful eyes sweeping every place they passed.

Not a handful of locations that escape from their supervision, but so far Aril has not been found.

Even when they had reached a waterfall just below the cliff where Aril fell.

All the places have been carefully examined, but the results remain nil.

"Most likely, Aril drowned." said Tarjo berasumi.

"There was no sign of him falling on land, and seeing the side of the cliff that was directly bounded by the waterfall, Aril certainly fell into the waterfall."

Tarjo's eyes point to the surface of the waterfall whose flow is not so swift, but enough to be able to sweep objects that float there.

"We have traveled along the river, but found nothing. Then he's not drifting..."

"Then what are we gonna do, Chief?" Karman cuts with questions.

"We have to find Aril, no matter what. We'll look for him at the bottom of the curve" Tarjo breaks up, proving he's worthy of being team leader.

A curly-haired man gave an idea, which was justified by some of his friends.

A moment later they nodded and reached an agreement.

The group will be divided into two. Some returned to the village to deliver the dogs and pick up the equipment and tell the community what happened. Especially the village chief, the authorities, and most importantly of all Aril's parents.

Those who waited in the waterfall continued to search tirelessly.

The weather is getting colder, the humidity of the air is getting more pronounced. One of them began to clean themselves on the edge of the waterfall, the other followed.

Tarjo the last person who cleans up, as well as the last person also stopped circling the location, looking for the whereabouts of Aril.

Maybe because of anxiety or responsibility as a leader, making his efforts harder than others.

While washing his feet, there was an unpleasant feeling in Tarjo's heart, as if something was watching him.

It was as if it was in a bamboo grove growing on the edge of the waterfall. Tarjo's eyes were pointing there.

The deg!

His chest trembled when he saw a figure squatting among the bamboo groves. The figure was not Aril, but it did resemble a human with a very dwarf body.

Tarjo glanced at his friends who were sitting in groups. Some of them are busy polluting the lungs with nicotine through a cigarette.

Tarjo tried to calm down, he did not want the others to know the existence of the creature. Because it can cause fear in the hearts of its members.

Tarjo's eyes returned to the bamboo grove. The creature was still there, even now his eyes were glaring towards Tarjo. As if testing Tarjo's guts.

Tarjo's name is not if you are afraid of that, he even returned the gaze of the creature. His eyes were no less bulging, even Tarjo's mouth was pouting no matter what he was neat.

Instantly the creature grinned showing its small, pointed teeth.

Tarjo increasingly frowned with neatness, his eyes until closed. When Tarjo opened his eyes and set his eyes on the creatures in the bamboo grove, it looked like they were shocked and then flashed and disappeared somewhere.

Tarjo swept his face with both palms then got up and walked towards his companions.

Maghrib time is near, but signs of aid from the villagers are yet to be seen.

"Find a rather large place! Now we pray together first, soon the Maghrib comes in," Tarjo said as well as the order.

They immediately cleared a location that they would use to perform congregational prayers. Some are looking for twigs and dry wood to burn.

It wasn't long for them to do that, it was all over now.

The dim twilight was successfully driven away by the burning bonfire light at two points. Along with that when the Maghrib entered, without command they returned to the edge of the waterfall to sit.

"You don't pray?" tarjo asked when he saw Basri who chose to sit back by the campfire while igniting a cigarette.

"Not to, Chief!" he answered while removing a smile.

"Again no? Are you a girl?"

Basri only replied with a whimper, and Tarjo left Basri who was getting engrossed with his cigarette.

Basri's age is not much different from Aril, classified as young, can still be categorized as a teenage responsibility.

Not how many steps Tarjo left him. Suddenly Basri felt that something was standing behind. No idea who? His skull felt cold as if there was a gust of wind coming through there.

With a thumping heart Basri looked back. Instantly he jumped in shock to see a shadow followed by the smell of cantile flowers that came out.

"Cliiiii..." Basri shuddered with goosebumps.

"Chairman! Wait me!" he shouted while running after Tarjo.

Tarjo and several people turned their heads towards Basri, smiles on their lips seeing Basri running up.

"Basic boy!" tarjo Mumbles.

The new Basri was rather calm when he had been beside Tarjo. Pias's face.

"You scared?" ask Tarjo.

Basri shook his head while stealing a glance to where he was sitting earlier. There was nothing there, out of nowhere the creatures that flashed earlier.

"What do you need? Why is there such a sudden smell of cantile flowers?" batin Basri asked.

As long as Basri's mind sat filled with what he saw earlier, making him forget the way to sit that he had not done for a long time.

Wanting to tell others, it was obviously impossible. It would only ruin his reputation as a hunter.

When praying, Basri deliberately sought a place in the middle and was right behind Tarjo who acted as the priest. However, during prayer his heart is always overwhelmed with misgivings.

"Sholat is only one shaf, what if the creature is standing behind me?" inner Basri.

The question always disturbs Basri's heart, no doubt he often looks back to ensure the existence of the creature.

When standing looking back, when the rukuk also look back.

Even when prostrating and sitting between two prostrations he still looked back.

I don't know what kind of prayer Basri did.

SERIATE.