
Wulan had been living in the mountains for a few days. His life felt very peaceful, as if Brian would no longer come to disturb. Moreover, now he has been with the grandfather, for the sake of his security and grandfather as good as he settled longer there.
But one thing that stuck in his heart the last few days, namely Arkan. He must tell Arkan his whereabouts. Four times Wulan tried to call Arkan's number but Arkan's cell phone number was never active.
That afternoon, Wulan accompanied Raya back down the mountain to the nearest village using a boat.
The one-engine motorboat was running no matter how fast towards a fairly large village of its inhabitants. From the village Wulan and Raya bought some food for the next few days, bought medicine and bought some clothes.
“Already bought all, is there anything less?” ask Wulan.
“You sure it's all?” Raya asked back.
“Hmm, as the already,” says Wulan.
“So we're back now?” tanya Raya while walking out of a small alley filled with local merchandise.
“Lan?” call Raya when they cross the phone shop.
“Ya?” his mouth while turning around looked at Raya who was walking behind him.
“Not stopping by again?” tanya Raya while glancing to the right where the wartel is.
“Hmm, no need. Surely the number is not active,” said Wulan with a disappointed tone.
“You sure? When you arrive, how is it active?” raya Kata.
Wulan fell silent. In a dilemma he tries to think positively.
“Maybe the Arkan mas is busy once, until the phone is turned off,” Inner Wulan. He just needs to get inside the Wartel and call Arkan's number again.
“Alright, I will try again,” Wulan finally walked into the wartel.
He started dialing Arkan's phone number. But the result remains the same. The number is inactive.
Once again Wulan tried her luck. But the result remains the same. An answering machine talking there.
“Today is the fifth time I called her number. Did he accidentally turn off his phone?” wulan Mumam.
“Do not think negatively first. You can try to repeat until you are absolutely sure in your heart that the person is not worthy in contact again,” said Raya.
Wulan looked at Raya, Raya who was already her good friend back then. Raya who always helps her, Raya who always accompanies her wherever she goes still supports her.
“Tomorrow we can call again,” said Wulan back excited.
“That dong, can't give up,” says Raya.
“Ayok, bi Indun must have been waiting for us,” invite Wulan.
Raya and Wulan finally returned to the mountains. Their spirit never dampened their determination to always try.
Like that day, after wading through the ocean several kilometers away. They still have to climb a mountain filled with various bushes. At times the beasts can pounce on them. But they have to come back for the good people who are waiting for them at home. For several days of living together, a sense of kinship had been established between them.
While continuing to step across the slope of the mountains, Raya continues to mumble slowly.
“Crazy, every day long climbing my legs like a footballer. My skin is burnt in added sultry gatel eh hit this bush more gatel,” grumbled Raya.
Wulan who was walking behind Raya just smiled hearing the Raya ramble.
“Sini let me in front,” said Wulan.
Wulan started walking forward first. It opens the way to Raya.
“I think you are a weak woman, it turns out you can live in a place like this,” said Raya.
“Don't get me wrong, I'm an island boy. I used to live on the farm. Farms and weeds are where I played as a child,” said Wulan.
“But you don't look like a village girl,” said Raya.
“Who said? You forget that I am often called a country girl by that guy,” said Wulan, he deliberately did not want to mention the name Brian. I hate hearing that name.
“You know Soraya close?” ask Wulan.
“No, I only heard stories about him from some of the jerk's ex-lovers,” said Raya.
“Aren't you guys close?” tanya Raya's.
“Not included close too, Soraya her people are friendly, she is kind and beautiful,” said Wulan.
“Different from me,” sulek Raya.
“You also have your own beauty. Maybe the man who has chosen the wrong patch of his heart,” said Wulan.
“Actually you deserve more for her,” continued Wulan.
“Suit because we are equally evil?”
“Not, because you love her so much,” explains Wulan.
“Cih, even though he's your husband. What kind of wife are you?” hissing Raya.
“What is our relationship worth calling husband and wife? We're just tied up on seal paper. The rest we are not who.”
Wulan again remembered the divorce lawsuit that had been submitted to the court. If it's out the divorce papers, it means she's not Brian's wife anymore. But until the day he was kidnapped from home, he had not seen his divorce papers.
Without realizing it his steps began to slow down, as he kept thinking about many things.
“Why, are you tired? We rest here how?” tanya Raya's.
“We go ahead, just wait until,” said Wulan.
“Good.”
Wulan and Raya continued their steps up to several hundred meters ahead until they finally arrived at the hut.
“The cost is quite a lot why not invite Irma?” tanya bi Indun's.
“Neither, Irma was busy taking care of her baby. We can also go to the market, emang Irma doang?” wulan.
The noise from the back disturbed the attention of Wulan and Raya.
“What sound is bi?” tanya Raya was astonished.
“Sound saws, Buto again make a bed,” sahut bi Indun.
“What's the wound?” Wulan intended to approach Buto but was blocked by bi Indun.
“It doesn't have to be banned anymore. Maybe he's tired of doing nothing. After all he had the same permission Mail, Mail has allowed his origin is not too forced himself.”
“Mail was here?” ask Wulan.
“Yes, but since you don't have him go home.”
“Receive her love, there is enough entertainment on the mountain,” cheltap Kingdom.
“Hussshhh,” spray bi Indun. “That aunt's feast, don't be toyed with. Mail tuh good son well, he does not understand love,” scold bi Indun.
“Sorry bi, joke,” said Raya while putting up a manyun face.
Looking at Raya in the omelin, Wulan chuckled. Of course bi Indun will defend Mail. Bi Indun was afraid that Raya would pounce on her still very innocent and innocent ponakannya.
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TBC…