LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

THE MYSTERY OF DARA

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

Maghrib time is almost here, 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 came in" Tarjo said.

They immediately cleared a location, which they would use to perform congregational prayers. Some of them were looking for twigs and dry wood to burn. It didn't take long for them to do that, everything was now done.

The dim twilight was successfully driven away by the light of the bonfire that loomed at two points. Simultaneously, the time of the Maghreb arrived, without their command, they returned to the edge of the waterfall to wudhuk.

"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 by 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 him. No idea who? His skull felt cold, like there was a gust of wind coming through there.

With a thumping heart, Basri looked back. Instantly he jumped in shock, for the sake of seeing a shadow, accompanied by the scent of cantile flowers that came out.

"Hyaiiiii ...!"

Basri shuddered with goosebumps.

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

Tarjo and several people turned to look at Basri, a smile on their lips, when they saw Basri who ran away.

"Basic boy!" tarjo Mumbles.

The new Basri was rather calm, when he had been beside Tarjo, though his face looked pale.

"You scared?" ask Tarjo.

Basri shook his head, glancing over to where he was sitting earlier. There was nothing there, out of nowhere the creature that flashed earlier.

What does that mean? Why is there a sudden smell of cantile flowers? batin Basri asked.

Basri did not want to go far from Tarjo, even when berwudhuk, he still memepet Tarjo. During his ablution, Basri's mind was filled with what he saw earlier, making him forget the ablution ordinance, which he had not done for a long time.

Basri wanted to tell what he had seen to his other friends. But it feels impossible. It would only ruin his reputation as a hunter.

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

"So one shaf, what if the creature is standing behind me?" inner Basri. The question always disturbed his heart. No doubt, he often looks back, to confirm the existence of these creatures.

When standing looking back, when the rukuk also look back. Even when prostrating, he still looked back, peering from the gap in his legs. Moreover, when the sitting position between two prostrations, his head turned back and forth, like a dragonfly.

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

The story moves on to Aril.

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Aril opened his eyes slowly, his blurred vision made him rub his eyes several times.

The plywood-lined room ceiling went into the cornea of the man's eye. Although a bit opaque, but he can guess, under it is the ceiling of a room. Right now, he is lying down. Aril turned his gaze to the side.

It turned out to be true, he was now lying on a padded bed of sheets, which were made of blue. A fragrant aroma poured out from there, making Aril's breath feel relieved.

The man's eyes turned to sweep across the room. From the shape of the wall, he could understand, if he was currently in a semi-permanent house.

Whose house is this?

That question popped up in his heart, Aril tried to recall the incident before he lay here.

However, futile.

Not a single memory could be rotated by his brain. Aril goes to great lengths, forcing his head to describe anything he might remember.

But, it remains in vain.

When he forced it, there was even a throbbing in his head. The longer it hurts. Aril gave up, leaving his brain empty. The pain disappeared too.

Aril moved his body trying to get up.

"Hhhhh ...!"

His body felt stiff with pain almost all over the joints. Some parts of his skin felt sore.

Aril raised his right hand. His face frowned again, looking at the skin of his flaky hands, like he had been dragged over the asphalt.

"Thank God! It turns out that I'm awake."

Suddenly a voice startled Aril, his eyes reflexively pointing towards the door, from which the source of the sound came. Seen a girl with the ability, was entering the room she was in. He was the owner of the voice. A smile remained on his lips.

His skin was white, with thick black hair strung to the waist. Makes the owner of the voice look so beautiful. The atmosphere of the room is getting fresher, because of the scent of perfume that emanates from his slender body.

The girl could not help but smile at Aril's attitude, even though the smile was just like a blush.

Aril was stunned with his mouth open, dumbly staring at the girl. Maybe because of the beauty of the girl, or because she was still confused by what happened to her. I don't know.

"In-where am I?" asked Aril a little stuttering

"Mas is now in my house," the girl replied gently.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

Aril did not stutter anymore, it indicates that he has been able to control himself. Maybe because of the smile that escaped from the lips of the beautiful girl, or for what reason.

"My name, Dara," the girl replied, as she stepped towards Aril, without reaching out to shake hands.

"Become? Like the name of a dove." Aril mutters.

As he muttered, there was a pinch of excitement in Aril's heart. He felt his brain had recovered. At least, he had been able to remember that Dara was another name for a dove.

The girl sat on a wooden chair next to the bed. It was right near Aril's head.

When the girl sat down, the fragrance from her body came back out, and entered Aril's nasal cavity.

The aroma brought a heartening freshness to Aril. Aril raised his face, looking at Dara. Their eyes meet.

Dara lowered her head, turning her gaze to her clutched palm. The girl's fingers hooked and moved like dancing. It was done Dara to hide the thump in his chest that came suddenly. Maybe the beating came because of Aril's gaze.

"Why did I get here?" Aril repeated the question.

"Mas fell off a cliff. Fortunately the fall into the waterfall, so that Mas survived. Coincidentally my father found Mas, then he brought Mas here. It's been almost two days, Mas's unconscious-"

"Two days?" tanya Aril cut out Dara's sentence. Clearly a look of astonishment was drawn on his face.

Dara nodded, to convince Aril.

Aril held onto his stomach which suddenly felt hungry. That's natural, because for almost two days he's been sprawled. Saw Aril holding his stomach. Dara immediately got up, and a fragrant aroma returned out from the girl's body.

"It turns out my father's estimate was correct! He said, today I will be conscious. Therefore I have prepared food for Mas," he said, as he passed to the outside of the room.

After Dara vanished from his sight, Aril's eyes again swept across the room. Next to the chair that Dara had occupied earlier, there was a table that was not so big. On the table was perched a few medium-sized brown jars. It looks like the jar is made of ceramic. Beside him was a water flask and a few cups and bowls. Both pieces of furniture are also made of ceramic.

Very antique!

Not long after, Dara came in with two dishes in her hand, one containing rice and the other containing side dishes.

The smell of grilled fish combined with the scent of perfume re-entered Aril's nose, which made his hunger even more.

"Be eating first?" said Dara, while pouring water from the flask on the table. A smile returned to play on the lips of the girl. The smile was able to expel the awkwardness that had been entrenched in Aril's heart.

"Aughhh ...!"

Aril moaned in pain, as he tried to get up. The man's face grimaced with the pain he felt almost from his entire body.

"Don't get up yet! Mas's body is not yet strong," prevent Dara, with one hand holding Aril's shoulder.

Aril again buried his body into the soft mattress, while Dara's hand was still attached to his shoulder.

Aril felt something strange from Dara's palm. The palm of the hand felt cold. There is not the slightest warm air, like a living creature.

Aril's eyes point to his shoulders which are still in Dara's grasp. The girl seemed to have regained her senses, and quickly withdrew her hand. Dara's face was red.

Getting beautiful!

Dara's beauty makes Aril forget something strange earlier. The weirdness that comes from Dara's hands.

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